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Katsuki would never admit that his heart was thumping as loud as the deadly explosions that would pop from his hands. He had been staring at the empty booth across from him for what felt like a decade, maybe even a century, his fingers gripping anxiously at his bicep when he played through the scenarios in his head.

Somehow, some way, he only managed to conjure negative outcomes, which he never did. 

Fuck, what am I doing?

He should have taken the extra time he had sitting here—since he decided to show up thirty minutes earlier then the actual time they planned to meet—to realize that this was a really shitty idea and would not work out. At all.

But before he could retreat out of the booth—cursing himself for even thinking about giving up cause Katsuki Bakugou/Dynamight never fucking gave up—the steady sounds of foot steps approached. He flicked his chin, gulping when a certain green haired bastard stopped at the table.

"Sorry I'm late, Kacchan! Did you wait long?" Izuku asked. 

"Just got here."

That was a painfully awful lie and he hoped the nerd didn't notice the clear indication of it in the buzzing redness of his ears. Luckily the restaurant was dim with lights, and Izuku hardly seemed to register what he said when he frantically slid into the booth.

He was dressed in his usual teacher attire. Slim dress slacks that squeezed around thick thighs, a white button down shirt that did nothing to hide muscles bulging from broad shoulders, and a green tie that was loose around his collar. 

To state that Izuku was out of shape after losing One For All would not be a statement at all, actually. It would be completely false, as even in this form, UA teacher status or whatever the hell, he was as big as Katsuki.

Katsuki shivered.

Izuku's suit jacket was discarded and hanging over the crease of his elbow, and in his left hand, he held his crappy leather brief case that was probably full of even crappier stuff that Katsuki refused to care about. 

"I was surprised when you called about getting dinner tonight," he said, loosening the green tie around his neck that just so happened to match that messy mop of curls on his head and those expressive eyes bulging out of his face.

He tugged it off to neatly fold it up and set it beside him where his bread case and jacket were discarded. Katsuki watched him the entire time. For no particular reason, of course.

"Hey there! I'll be your sever tonight. What can I get you gentlemen started with?" The waitress asked as she came to the booth, her face beaming with that perfect customer service tang that never failed to make Katsuki uncomfortable.

When Izuku asked for a lemonade with a smile, Katsuki grunted a steady 'water' and the waitress zipped off to go put in the orders.

Katsuki hardly had time to turn and look at the nerd before someone else was walking up to the booth. A kid, purple hair and yellow eyes, clearly radiating in Katsuki's direction. He held a phone with a deathly grip in his trembling hands, and Katsuki quirked a brow at him in confusion.

"Y-your Dynamight, right?" He stuttered. The kid couldn't have been more than 12 years old. 

"Yeah, what about it?" 

Quickly the kid exasperated, his smile brightening up the entire restaurant. Katsuki was convinced he needed sun glasses.

"I knew it! Can I please get a picture with you?" 

Katsuki glanced to Izuku who was also smiling—why the fuck?—and turned back.

"Can't you see I'm—"

A foot was then being lodged into his shin, which evidently made him jump in his seat. He glared at Izuku from across the table, the nerd still smiling like an idiot at the kid. 

"He would love to get a picture. Isn't that right.” It wasn't a question, Katsuki realized, and with an eye roll he shifted out of the booth and squatted down next to the kid.

"Damnit. Fine. Hurry it up."

"Thank you!"

The picture was taken, the kid bowed, and then he scurried off back to his table that was a few feet away. His mother, who also had the same purple hair, only longer and curly, patted her son on the back and turned to wave at Katsuki, to which he nodded his head in a returned gesture.

"The fuck was that for?" He cursed to Izuku as he slid back into the booth.

Izuku finally had dropped the innocent bystander bullshit and made that tight face that Katsuki seemed to always have the luxury of working out of him.

Heh. He couldn't help but feel a bit prideful about that.

"You need to keep up with your image if you don't want to drop in the hero rankings, Kacchan," he scolded. Katsuki watched scarred hands point at him, but it didn't send him into a fit of rage like it would have 10 years ago. 

"I couldn't care less about the rankings," he admited with a shrug.

Izuku leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms, which did nothing to hide the flexing muscle that clenched under the white button up—stop looking at his arms, you idiot.

"Don't be a brute."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Tch. I'm serious. I don't wanna compete with any of those extras, anyway. It doesn't matter to me."

Finally Izuku shifted into a relaxed expression, shaking his head when he picked up the menu. 

Oh, yeah, we're at a restaurant. 

"You're so stubborn," he grumbled.

"Says you!" Katsuki shot back.

A few moments later, before the two got into a staring contest of who could look the most put out—Izuku surprisingly always won that game because his pouty lips had been perfected since childhood, the green haired bastard—the waitress was back with their drinks.

"Here you go." She graciously set them down and then took their orders, zipping off to leave them once again, alone under the warm light of the booth.

It was settling in now, the reason Katsuki had called him here after both of their work shifts were over. He drank at his water earnestly, watching Izuku doing the same.

When the nerd got his fix of a sugary refreshment that Katsuki couldn't understand why anyone liked, Izuku tilted his head. "I recall you saying you had something you wanted to talk about, right?"

Katsuki bit his lip. He felt his usually sweaty hands produce more nitroglycerin than ever, even more so than during the war when his entire palm could be considered a tactical nuke.

"Yeah," was all he could pull out of his chest, his eyes averting to his knuckles that rested in his lap. Then to the scars tracing over his right arm.

Fuck.

He felt like a teenager all over again, and of course Izuku noticed his troubles, those stupidly endearing eyes definitely concentrating too hard on Katsuki's face.

"Kacchan? You okay?" 

His voice was gentle. Encouraging. Sympathetic. And in one fluid motion, Katsuki fumbled out the words that had been replaying in his head for months now.

"Lemme fuck you."

Izuku, clearly confused, clearly shocked, blinked hard and tilted his head so far to the right, Katuski was sure he heard something crack there.

"Pardon?"

Fuckkkkkk.

"I said—damnit—lemme...fuck you," Katsuki flushed. He lifted his hands to scratch at his nape. Sweat pooled there too.

"Um, Kacchan. You say fuck, as in—sex?" Izuku asked.

It brought Katsuki back down, that question. He lifted his head with a snarl, then his hand, so tempted to blow up the entire table and flee the scene. 

"What the hell else would I mean, you nerd?" 

Izuku flinched, noticing the dejection on Katsuki's face. The blonde was red, really red, and his eyes were practically bulging out of his skull. 

He settled comfortably back in his seat when he saw Katsuki lower his palm. So no, he wasn't going to blow up the table, but it was still an idea. A really bad idea, just like everything else Katsuki has come up with in the last 3 months.

Yes, that’s how long he’s been thinking about this. So what?

"Sorry!" Izuku blabbered, a small flush filling his own cheeks at the situation. "I was just making sure! You were the last person I ever expected to ask me something like that!" 

"No shit!"

Katsuki watched rabbit teeth nibble on a pink bottom lip, green eyes averting around the restaurant before falling back onto the pro hero sitting across from him. Izuku looked at Katsuki like he was the most precious thing in the world. He could also be imagining that, obviously.

"Is there a reason for this? I mean, we are both  adults, we can have these conversations," Izuku murmured. "Are you feeling...pent up?" 

Katsuki groaned with a steady rub of his eyes. 

"Oh my god, shuddup already."

"Kacchan! Come on, can you blame me?"

He was able to admit that the nerves from earlier had dissipated, but something else was fluttering into his core. Fear? Fear of what? Rejection? Was he 15 years old?

He couldn't deny that he was worried sick about this setting the relationship he and Izuku had built right back to where they had started approximately ten years ago. In a shithole, would be the easiest way to describe it. 

So, as he kneaded at the tuff skin of his right arm, he tried to summon the proper words to save this.

"I just...I wanna make you feel good. Okay?" He mumbled. "Do I need any other explanation?"

Izuku squeaked. "You want to make me feel good? B—but why?"

"Cause you deserve to be...I don't know, pampered? Taken care of? And I...I feel like I owe it to you." Katsuki said automatically, then sighed. His shoulders were unbearably tight, like he was constantly preparing for impact. 

And for Izuku, the world seemed to narrow to that table in that moment. He felt his chest ache, full and light all at once. 

"Kacchan, I don't know what you think this friendship is, but I never once pitied you, or thought you owed me something," Izuku said softly. 

Katsuki could hear the pity in the man's voice nonetheless. He scoffed weakly.

"It's not about what you think, you bastard. I want to. That's it. I want to take care of you. Just—just for the night." He scratched at his neck again, the nerves building right back up like a dam. "Fuck, I don't know what I'm saying, this was a horrible idea."

"No, no. Stop." Izuku reached across the table before he could think, taking Katsuki hand that had been fidgeting for the entirety of the conversation. He clenched it tight. "I'm not against the idea. Of you fucking me."

Katsuki snorted, the hand in Izuku's grasp undoubtedly warmer than the rest of his body.

"Don't bullshit me."

"I'm being serious! I would be lying if I said I wasn't pent up. And all this talk of doing it—made me curious," Izuku blushed. 

This was seriously happening. Suddenly Katsuki wasn't all that worried anymore, something else beginning to fill his mind.

Fucking Izuku. He's giving me premission to fuck him. 

How Katsuki’s emotions were able to do a full 180 in the matter of seconds was beyond him, but it was obvious Izuku had that kind of effect. The bastard was way too good at reassuring people, and Katsuki was no exception.

To hide the obvious tint of excitement brewing through his limbs like micro explosions—he prayed he wasn’t sparklingly right now—he pulled his hand away from Izuku's grasp and quirked a brow. 

"Are you secretly some sex addict?"

Izuku laughed, his cheeks flaring up to squeeze his eyes in that heady smile. One splattered with freckles, the other devoid with a scar. “You're the one who offered!"

Katsuki crossed his arms with his own satisfaction because he made Deku laugh. Of course he did. He was a funny guy, obviously. 

Not even a moment later, the waitress was back with their food, and both men couldn't have be more relieved as their tummies grumbled.

The walk to Izuku's apartment felt longer than it actually was.

Neither of them talked much, which was strange, because while they ate dinner they fell into that typical banter of comfort, as if the awkward conversation they had about whose putting their dick in who had never even taken place.

But now, on the walk of shame to Izuku's place, it was once again settling over them like a rain cloud, the realization of what they were going to do.

Katsuki's hands were shoved deep into his sweat pant pockets, fiddling with the small square packet he had stored there. Izuku walked half a step behind him, heart thudding so loudly he was sure Katsuki could hear it. 

When they finally reached the door, Izuku fumbled with his keys. 

"Sorry," he muttered, dropping them once before managing to unlock the door.

Inside, the apartment was quiet. It hadn't changed much from when Katsuki had last been here, which was only a few weeks ago. It was comfortable and small, full of All Might gadgets and warm lights, a familiar smell clinging to the walls that was so very Izuku.

Katsuki stood just inside the doorway, staring like he wasn't sure he was allowed to move. 

So," Izuku began, tugging off his dress shoes. "Should I go shower first or—"

"No," Katsuki replied immediately, jaw tight. He glanced away, then back again.

"Kacchan?"

"If you leave now, I'll start thinking too much." 

The honesty in his voice startled Izuku. Katsuki always sounded so sure of himself, but since seeing him at the restaurant, he looked just like his younger self.

Stubborn but unsure. 

Izuku felt warm. No, he felt hot. He stepped closer to Katsuki with a flutter of his lashes, and a fluttering in his tummy. Like this, they were the same height. It took a few years after high school for Izuku to finally catch up, but here he was, looking at Katsuki eye to eye. Green crashing with red.

"Are you nervous?" Izuku asked quietly.

Katsuki huffed. "Are you not?"

"Of course I am. See." 

Izuku reached out before he could stop himself. 

He grabbed Katsuki's wrist—not too rough, conscious about the scars there cascading down his arm—and gently pressed Katsuki's palm flat against his chest. 

Right over his heart.

Katsuki froze.

"Feel that?" Izuku murmured.

At first, Katsuki didn't say anything. His eyes widened just a fraction as he felt it. Izuku's heartbeat, fast and uneven, hammering against his hand like it was trying to escape. Not calm. Not composed. Just as nervous as Katsuki was.

"It's not just you," Izuku continued, breath a little shaky but steady enough to be confident. "When you asked me that question at the restaurant, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest."

Katsuki swallowed. Hard. His thumb twitched unconsciously, like he wanted to curl it into Izuku's shirt. Like he wanted to rip it off.

"Yeah?" Katsuki asked, his mind a cotton ball.

"Mhm."

Slowly, Katsuki's hand relaxed, spreading more fully over Izuku's chest. He could stay like this forever, he realized, feeling every beat of emotion under his palm. He wanted to have Izuku's anger, happiness, sadness, pridefulness. All of it, he wanted it.

"I really should shower though, Kacchan. I've been teaching all day, and I need to—you know…” Izuku said, breaking Katsuki out of his strange train of thought.

Katsuki pulled his hand away with a nod. He cursed himself for immediately missing the steady thump of Izuku's heart as soon as his fist was squeezed by his side.

"Ah, yeah. Okay. I'll wait here."

The living room light spilled softly down the hallway as he stepped out, wrapped in a loose, silky, green robe that clung a little too tight on him. 

The sleeves brushed his wrists, the fabric warm against his skin, and he kept one hand fisted lightly at the front like it might float open if he didn't. Sure, it would come off soon, but he still felt he needed to be considerate.

Katsuki was sitting on the couch, right where Izuku had left him.

Elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, staring straight at the blank tv screen like it had personally offended him. For a second, Izuku just watched him.

"Kacchan?" He called softly.

Katsuki flinched. Actually flinched. His shoulders jerked and his head snapped halfway around before he caught himself. 

"Shit," he muttered. When he saw Izuku standing there, his lips went slack. "Deku. You have a silk robe?"

Izuku immediately felt heat rush to his face. "Oh, yeah. Heh. Yaoyorozu actually gifted me this. Thought this would be the right occasion."

Katsuki grunted.

"It's nice. Green always looks nice on you."

"You think so?" he said quickly, tugging the robe tighter around himself.

"Think I'm lying?" Katsuki grumbled, a little too fast. His gaze dropped back to the tv like it was suddenly the safest option in the world. The tv was still off, by the way.

"I don't. That's why I'm flattered, Kacchan."

That made Katsuki turn again. Just enough to look at Izuku out of the corner of his eye, green robe and all. He looked so calm and collected where he stood in the hall, and it undoubtedly caused a tightness to well up in Katsuki's chest.

"Flattered? Tch." 

Silence settled again, thick. Izuku stayed where he was, and Katsuki remained on the couch, stuck to the cushion. With a quiet tap of his foot, his fingers kneading at the silk of the robe, Izuku muttered out, "so bedroom? Or?"

Katsuki stood up. He whipped the sweat accumulating on his palms over his bottoms, but it did absolutely nothing as a new batch of nitroglycerin was quickly being produced.

"Yeah. Your bedroom," he fumbled.

The walk to Izuku's bedroom was unbearable, honestly. Izuku's back was broad, and the silk did nothing to hide the thick muscle in his shoulders, or where the material caught on the roundness of his ass.

Green hair flipped elegantly over a freckled face as Izuku turned around. Katsuki had been so out of it he didn't even realize they made it to the bedroom already.

It wasn't as nerdy in here as his dorm room had been back in high school. Perhaps because he had an entire apartment to deck out in All Might crap, his decided to save his room from the torture. 

Izuku's room was modern, full of forest greens and dark browns. The wood frame of his bed looked surprisingly expensive, and the pillows firm and plush. 

"How do you want me?" Izuku asked, so sudden and straight forward it knocked the breath out of Katsuki. 

He didn't rush it, the way he shifted closer to the greenette, he eyes trapping the man there in the middle of the room. 

Katsuki lifted one hand, hesitating just for a second before cupping Izuku's jaw, thumb warm against his cheek where he touched over that large linger damage. Izuku's eyes seemed to darken.

"Still nervous?"

Izuku hummed as red eyes searched his face like they were memorizing it. "Of course. But I want this," Izuku said, reassuring.

Something warm buzzed through Katsuki. Full and anticipating. He pressed forward, his nose ghosting over Izuku's, eyes panning down to pink lips in warning.

"I'm going to kiss you."

His kiss was gentle. Their lips brushed, barely there, like Katsuki was making sure this was real and he hadn't been dreaming since the moment he stepped foot into that restaurant. 

Izuku's breath hitched, and Katsuki felt it, felt the way Izuku leaned closer instead of pulling away, how hot hands wrapped around his waist, clinging to the fabric of his shirt.

Katsuki kissed a little firmer at that. He let his hands hold Izuku's head tight, and Izuku melted into it. There was no rush, no urgency at all, and that made it all the more mind numbing as Katsuki slipped his tongue gently past Izuku's lips, enticing a quiet breath from the man.

He pulled back, teasing the intensity, feeling high on dopamine when he saw the way Izuku chased his mouth for more. They stayed close, foreheads touching, breaths uneven, and yet it still felt so unbearably far.

"You're a great kisser, Kacchan," Izuku panted. 

Like I need him to tell me that. Still, it's hard to miss the way fireworks shoot off through him at the praise. It was important he do a good job, his entire career depended on it. 

Okay, so no, it didn't, but it didn't change how competitive he was feeling. How determined he was to get Izuku to tick. To make him feel good.

Izuku already looked like a mess there in Katsuki's hands. The sight made the blonde groan, his nose nudging at Izuku's blemished cheek to find some form of self control.

"Can you kiss me more?" Izuku wondered. His green eyes looked deep into Katsuki, pleading with him, wanting him.

Katsuki was in no position to deny the man, sighing with content when he shifted forward again to take those pink lips. Izuku whined, his hands trembling now against Katsuki's waist, cheeks hot in deadly hands.

He decided to slither his tongue in yet again, this time not pulling away when Izuku accepted the intruder, digging into it and letting his own warm muscle tussle with Katsuki's. 

It was a hot kiss, the hottest one he had ever gotten the honor to experience. He hadn't had many, he could admit, but the ones before this moment blanked in his mind completely, as if they never even happened. 

All that mattered right now was Izuku. 

Fucking Deku.

One hand gripped tenderly at the nape of his neck where curls began to dry and turn frilly, and the other traced over that divot in the greenettes temple, hidden behind the mess of his mane.

He wanted to keep Izuku tight against him, and it seemed Izuku reciprocated that desperation as his hips pressed in close and hard, hands trapping Katsuki's waist exactly where he wanted them.

Katsuki let his lips pull away from Izuku's with a smack. Izuku looked breathless and annoyed that the blonde was creating distant, but his expression quickly morphed into satisfaction when those same lips began to glide down a scared cheek, warm and flushed. Izuku twitches as they find his jaw, fanning soft kisses into his skin there.

A boyish giggle rings out of him uncontrollably when teeth nibbled a small mark into his throat.

"Mm, tickles," the nerd stifles against the back of his scarred hand. Katsuki growls and guides them toward the bed.

He was speeding it up, helping push the tempo. They couldn't make out in the middle of the room forever, as much as he wouldn't mind doing just that. If the nerd told him right now that he didn't want to do anything other then sit on the couch and hold hands, he would give him that.

But Izuku didn't stop Katsuki when the back of his knees hit the frame of the bed.

"Sit," he orders with a heavy hand squeezing into the expanse of Izuku's shoulder. 

Izuku listens as a quiet breath leaves him, those big green eyes like daggers in Katsuki's skull. The bed hardly makes a sound as the man sits on his rump—to which they thank the good gracious of his bed frame for.

"Now lay back."

Izuku nods and slides up the bed so he can lay down, just like he was ordered.

Katsuki tried to ignore how damn pretty the nerd looked with his damp green hair splayed around him on the mattress and across his forehead, wonder and lust gleaming through dilated pupils. His lips looked extra plump and swollen now, kiss drunk and wanting more.

Trying to stifle his useless thoughts, Katsuki settled for crawling up on the bed too. His arms adjusted to where they were on either side of Izuku's head, his knees digging into the mattress.

"You're so red," Izuku mumbled as he lifted a finger to trace Katsuki's eyebrow, then the remnant settled there under his right eye. "And warm."

Katsuki didn't shy away from the touch, nor did he find it annoying. If anything, he was a bit disappointed when Izuku put his hand back at his side.

"It's hot in here," Katsuki grunts. 

The nerd smirks. "Yeah?"

"Don't look so smug, Deku."

Again he stifled a laugh, eyes squeezing in that way that shouldn't make Katsuki heart stutter, but it did. What is wrong with me?

"Sorry," Izuku sobers. "Keep going. Please?"

"Saying please. As if I'm gonna say no," Katsuki admitted after a beat. 

Then, he leans down, his biceps tensing under him as he found those lips again. Izuku immediately melted into the pressure. 

Shit, Katsuki really could do this forever, kiss Izuku. Even though the muscles in his arms started to burn, it was well worth it when Izuku's chin canted up to make sure their lips wouldn't depart. 

Izuku was the one to lead the charge this time. His hands shoveled up Katsuki shoulders and squeezed. Then, with a calculated breath, he slid them up the blondes neck, into his spikey hair, trapping Katsuki's head against his. 

They kissed like that for what felt like a century. Both accepted the tension as a challenge to take one another's breathes away, shifting and moving their tongues and lips with grace, learning one another's pace and speeding up accordingly. 

It felt so natural, and as Katsuki began to relax, his body fully splaying over Izuku's, their crotches bumped.

Both men separated with gasp, lips soaked in saliva and glistening. A singular string of spit kept them tethered together, and it was honestly a bit lewd the way Izuku licked his lips to swipe it away.

"Should I take the robe off?" He asked, his eyes shifting in between there bodies to where they touched. 

Katsuki grunted, following his glance.

The robe suited him, it really did. The way his tan skin contrasted with the color, scares and freckles against luxury silk. It made so much sense, and Katsuki found himself sitting up on his knees, fingers pinching the material and rolling it.

"No. Keep it on," he said.

Then, without any warning, his hands teased the knot keeping the robe and everything hiding behind it sealed. The knot would be easy to undo, he was sure of it, but he liked the way Izuku's chest rose a bit faster at the inclination of it coming undone.

Finally, without anymore teasing, he tugged, the silk falling off to the sides to expose Izuku's front.

A strong freckled chest was the first thing Katsuki eyes caught. Then, he found those rosey nipples that looked bright against his tan skin. It was unbecoming that Izuku looked this fit and strong on a teacher salary, but for some reason the ripped muscle pooling under taught skin was...

Damnit. This bastard is hot. 

It wasn't long before his eyes traced down to the weeping member leaking there against Izuku's abs, jumpy and throbbing under Katsuki's gaze. 

Izuku's cock was rather dark, the head practically purple from how swollen and ready it was. He had gotten this hard already when they had barely gotten started. Why did that make Katuski feel so prideful?

"It's been awhile," Izuku shied as he noticed where Katsuki's eyes seemed to linger.

"Clearly," he teased. "Getting hard just from a little bit of kissing."

With a squeak of embarrassment, Izuku was lifting his hands to cover his face, which shouldn't have been cute but Katuski brain absolutely went there—shut up, he's not cute.

"This mood is making it hard not to be," Izuku admitted. "Everything about you is electrifying."

Pale, sweaty hands were palming over freckled thighs, teasing the idea of touching that weeping cock, but straying away when he got too close.

"Electrifying?”

Izuku's eyes peaked out from between his fingers. He looked to where Katsuki hands petted him, watching with little flinch's each time the blonde got close, pulled away, then got close again.

"Yeah. Seeing you like this...it's so different. I'm seeing a whole new side of you I didn't think I would get to. I like it," he confessed. 

Katsuki should have been annoyed by his mumbling, but he found it nothing of the sort. If anything, it was affirming, his face hot as he leans down to press his forehead against Izuku’s chest. 

"You seriously talk too much."

He doesn't warn Izuku of his plans, just simply takes a plump nipple into his mouth and licks. Izuku twitches, his hand coming up to card through Katsuki blonde hair. 

Katsuki didn't think he'd enjoy sucking a man's nipples so much, but he was beginning to reconsider it. And maybe it was because of Izuku's reaction that made it so hard to resist, how those branded hands tightened in his scalp, his strong thighs squeezing around his waist.

"Mm, that's good. I like that," Izuku praised.

Katsuki popped off, making sure to leave a mark in his wake. "Got lube?"

"Mhm. In my bathroom. Under the sink.”

Katsuki nodded, determined, and sat up. He glided to the edge of the bed and tugged off his shirt because—holy fuck it's hot in here—then stood up to retrieve the lube in the en suite. 

When he came back out, still hot even with the ac drifting over his torso, Izuku was siting up on his elbows, eyes watching Katsuki like a hawk.

"Why did you sit up?" Katsuki asked as he crawled over the bed.

Izuku smiled and laid down when the blonde found his place back over him again, falling into the natural swing of the mood.

"Was just watching you. You look good," he said matter of factly. His hands came up, hesitating only for a mere second that nobody other Katsuki would have noticed.

He pet the dead skin of Katsuki's chest where the implication of war still remained. It was a fiery steam under his palm, and when Katsuki grunted at the sensation of something cool touching the  forever wound—Deku of all people people being the source of said comforts—Izuku's eyes evidently fluttered at the reaction.

"We're actually going to do this," he breathed.

Katsuki made a comforting huff. "Think you're dreaming or something?"

"Yes. I do."

A scarred hand then began to fall over a broad shoulder, up a pale neck, then to a flushed cheek, as if needing to touch Katsuki to make sure this was real. And of course those stupidly big, green eyes studied him too, adding on to Katsuki's complicated thoughts.

"Well you ain't," he reassured.

Katuski took the time Izuku spent admiring him to squeeze lube over his hand. It was cool in his palm, but it would heat up real soon. He snuck said hand down and without warning, fisted Izuku's cock.

Almost immediately the nerd jumped, eyes bulging with shock at the sudden sensations. The lube made the slide so easy, no struggle and no resistance. 

"Oh wow. Wow, Kacchan," he gapped, his thighs already trembling there on the mattress where they spread to fit the blonde in between.

Katsuki couldn't help but feel a bit proud. Izuku had a good sized cock, but even then the hero didn't shy away from it. He wasn't grossed out, or put off. If anything, the way he could feel the veins pulse against his fingers was empowering.

"This okay?" He asked.

Izuku nodded like a mad man. "Yes. So okay. It's been so long."

Katsuki hardly sped up his fist, keeping a constant lazy rhythm of his wrist, but already Izuku was losing his wits. His lips fell open loosely to allow small pants of pleasure to leave him, and the sounds were seemingly cording into the nerves of Katsuki's brain.

"When's the last time you masterbated, nerd? Feel's like you're gonna burst already." 

Katsuki was trying to sound mad but failed miserably because—holy shit the bastard looked really hot right now. All splayed out under him, weak and desperate and so vulnerable, that silk robe only adding to the exotic experience.

He still couldn't believe the nerd agreed to this. Maybe this was a dream.

"Couldn't t-tell you. Maybe 3 weeks?" Izuku shivered. 

"Three fucking weeks?" 

He nodded, gasping when Katsuki purposely tightened his fingers on a certain stroke. Katsuki told himself he did it because he felt like it, when deep down he really just wanted to see what kind of face Izuku would make. He was satisfied with the outcome to say the least, doing it again, enticing another reaction from the greenette.

"Don't ever feel the need to," Izuku canted his hips, his fingers finding Katuski's shoulders again. "Oh, god—don't stop."

Katsuki was seriously starting to notice his own straining dick where it twitched in his pants, but refused to acknowledge it right now because Izuku was completely falling apart in his hands and oddly enough he was motivated to keep that going.

"I won't. Stop tensing up. I'll make sure you get to come," he promised in a quiet tone that was nothing but honest, and yet Izuku still fussed and whined.

"Wanna come now. Please?" 

"Fuck, you and your pleading. You going to be able to get up again?" 

Izuku nodded. His abs were clenching up already, and his cock was leaking so much that Katsuki couldn't tell where the lube began and the pre ended.

"Yeah. I'm actually—I usually have to do it multiple times before I'm satisfied on my own. That's kinda why I stopped. Too much of a hassle to clean," he admitted, losing his breath in a steady moan when Katsuki focused on the glands under the tip.

The thought of Izuku alone after a long day of teaching, stroking over his own cock, coming multiple times like a fountain. Katsuki was seriously starting to lose his mind.

He focused up, deciding to concentrate on the pace of his hand and not the way he eagerly wanted to get his own dick out a.s.a.p.

"No kidding. You're leaking everywhere and you haven't even come yet," he teased. 

Izuku shook his head as if to hide the shame but was unsuccessful. He was splayed out and completely at Katsuki's mercy. He didn't have to be, he could have said no to this whole endeavor, sit on the couch and watch some nerdy hero shit on the tv instead.

But no. He said yes. Said yes to being touched, to being taken care of.

"M'sorry," he fumbled, biting in his lip to resist letting anything else slip from him. He already felt like a fool for being so weak to pleasure, the last thing he needed to do was moan like a mad man.

But...Kacchan's hand is so hot. It must be his quirk, and it's—

"Stop apologizing for stupid shit," Katsuki grumbled in response. Izuku shivered.

"Fuck, Kacchan."

"You close?"

That hot grip worked faster, the lube grew louder. It sounded so wet and filthy between them, but neither of the men could deny that the noises didn't spur them on.

Izuku was trembling, tensing, freaking out because oh my god this feels so good. 

"Yeah. Yes. So close," he warned.

"Come whenever you need."

Izuku nodded, sensing the burning build of something he hadn't felt in so long, slowly tipping over.

He sprayed all over Katsuki's hand and his own stomach with a silent scream, his eyes naturally rolling to the back of his head. His body clenched up so hard he was convinced he pulled a muscle in his pelvis, but Katsuki was there, stroking over him in small spurts, massaging Izuku's hip in unison.

Eventually he came down, whining when he turned sensitive but was still fuzzy with pleasure.

"Wow," he breathed. "That was amazing."

Katsuki was hissing and cursing under his breath.

"Jeez. Your come is thick as hell."

Izuku finally managed to open his eyes to see what the fuss was, only to grow even more embarrassed because Katsuki wasn't kidding. His come was thick, white and messy and coated all over his tummy and oozing between those pale fingers.

He hardly had time to be shamed, because Katsuki was touching him again, eyes brightened with determination.

"You good to keep going, or you need a break?" 

Izuku pondered the question. He had just sort of bragged about his high libido, but right now he felt like he could use a nap. 

But, seeing those crimson eyes glistening, and the obvious outline of a bulge in black sweat pants, he couldn't help but notice the way his body tingled in response.

"No. Keep going," he confirmed.

Katsuki, seeming a bit relieved but Izuku wouldn't read too much into it, scooted back slightly, making more room for Izuku's thighs.

"Spread your legs more for me."

Izuku nodded. He listened well, even when he was a teenager, but something was different about Katsuki's tone and how it made him naturally want to repsond. 

Perhaps it was his old habits of always wanting to please the blonde, but that couldn't be the case because right now, the blonde was desperate to please him.

That thought went right to his cock. 

When he saw Katsuki still working with Izuku's come on his fingers, Izuku frowned.

"Are you going to use my come to spread me?" He asked a bit too forward for such a question, but Katsuki was quick to answer.

"I was going to use the lube, but you came buckets and I need to do something with it," he grouched.

"That's fine. I'm just embarrassed, is all," he shied.

"No need to be. It's yours."

Katsuki fell back into that mode he was in before, the quiet, concentrated, cautious expression tightening over his beautiful face. Izuku felt fuzzy in a new way, and he came to like the sensation of something fluttering in his belly that wasn't a constant pinch of anxiety.

"You're doing such a good job, Kacchan. I feel really comfortable," Izuku praised. 

Katsuki looked at him. He means really looked at him, more than usual. More then in high school when Izuku undoubtedly tried to ignore the was holes would burn into his skull any time the blonde was near, anger and spite searing into him.

Katsuki looked at him differently now. There was no mistaking that the anger and spite had vanished and settled into something else, but even then, Izuku couldn't grasp what it meant. 

"You sure?" The blonde asked, returning Izuku back to the conversation they were having before Katsuki decided to look at him like he were the most important person in the world.

"Mhm."

He nodded as if satisfied with that, happy even, and let his cum covered hand slither in between those freckled legs. Izuku knew he had done a thorough job in the shower, but his nerves sparked nonetheless when he felt something prod at his hole.

"I'm putting my fingers in now," Katsuki warned.

Izuku's breath hitched. "Okay."

The intrusion didn't hurt. Not at all. He clenched up, shocked by the sensation, but needlessly he fell back into a steady pant when it began to stroke over his walls.

"Does it hurt?" Katsuki asked, the tone in his voice unusually concerned and the greenette couldn't help but like the sound of it.

"You're perfect, Kacchan. Keep going.”

The blonde nodded, but clearly wasn't satisfied. "Gotta tell me if it hurts."

"I will. Promise."

The pleasure picked up quick for Izuku. He was more sensitive compared to others, more accepting. He had broken his bones so much in school that pain had become a mindless endeavor for him. 

But pleasure? Pleasure was mind numbing. Stifling, exciting. His body just heats up so fast, ready for more, always anticipating the next blow.

Katsuki’s stroked kind but calculated over Izuku's insides. It wasn't long before two fingers were inside and his cock was standing tall and full once again, still pumping pre like an oil rig.

Katsuki, laser focused on the fluttering muscle wrappings around his fingers, seemed to take pity on said cock and reached with his free hand to embrace it.

But with a quiet smack of skin, Izuku had swatted it away. It should have made him mad—would have in the past—the way the nerd had the audacity to shoo his hand. But right now, he would do anything for him. 

He would level a few buildings if the big green eyed bastard asked him to. And he wasn't bluffing. Dynamight never bluffs.

"Don't touch me there yet. Just wanna feel it from the back right now," Izuku demanded, which should not, and he means, should not have been sexy.

"So bossy," Katsuki grumbled. 

Izuku snuffs out a laugh, dying down on a whine when Katsuki doesn't let up. His fingers spread that puffy rim, the sound of come and lube all mixing inside him insanely mind blowing.

"You listen so well," Izuku hushed. 

Katsuki was a hot blooded man with hot blood needs. These praises weren't going to cool him down any time soon.

"Damn you."

In a sweet petty revenge, Katsuki curled his finger toward himself, pressing softly on the inner wall, watching as Izuku's chest raised and his lips spread in a beautiful—it was seriously beautiful—raspy moan that immediately went straight to Katsuki's dick that was absolutely about to bust out of his pants. Or just bust in general, honestly. 

"Kacchan! Right there!" He shouted. His hands clawed at his sides, taking in the luxurious fabric of silk surrounding him and almost tearing it to shreds.

"Here?" Katsuki teased. He welcomed in the sweet sounds of those needy moans, watching as that rim clenched around his knuckles, as if trying to swallow him up. 

What if I put my cock in there? Would it swallow that up too? 

He grunted. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, let alone pretend like his bulging cock wasn't making a problematic mess in his pants. He could feel how wetness clung to the inside, sliding up his thighs and balls.

"When are you going to..." Izuku began, cutting off Katsuki’s insufferable hardships.

"What nerd? Finish your sentence."

Izuku panned around with his eyes, as if searching for the right words. “When are you going to put it in?"

Katsuki couldn't help but snicker, not in—ha, I beat you, you really do want me to fuck you—kind of way. It was a—thank fucking god you finally said something—kind of way.

"Say please."

"Please," Izuku said without hesitation.

Yep add that to the spank bank.

This is not Katsuki admitting to having a spank bank, while also admitting to Izuku collectively being apart of said spank bank. It was a joke. Funny. Jokes.

"Tch, stop. I was teasing you," he grumbled. 

Izuku shook his head. His pink lips—the ones on his face, because it was easy to get the latter confused—pouted.

"I'll do anything. Just...get in me."

Izuku would be the death of him. He was sure of that.

"Fuck. Fuck. This is supposed to be about you."

Scarred hands found Katsuki arm and pulled him down, their noses ghosting over one another's, threatening the idea of a kiss which wasn't that much of a threat. 

"It is. And I want you. Come on, Kacchan," he whined.

Katsuki sat up when the death grip on his forearm loosened enough. Izuku watched intently as Katsuki tussled with the pocket of his pants, pulling a small square illumine packet out. 

Izuku furrowed a brow. 

"Did you have that in your pocket while we were at the restaurant," he wondered.

"No?"

Izuku clenched up in a laugh that was loud and pitchy and so Izuku that Katsuki couldn't even feel embarrassed about it. 

"You seriously are bad at lying," Izuku teased.

"Shuddup. Flip over," Katsuki said without thinking, the words slipping out too casually.

The second the sentence left his mouth, he felt it.

Izuku went still. Izuku's smile faded, more so dropped from his face completely. 

Fuck, had Katuski made a mistake again? Had he fucked it all up?

"We aren't going to face each other?" Izuku asked softly. Too softly.

"Do you...want to?" Katsuki muttered, his hand tightening around the wrapper in his hand.

It was like watching the sun break through clouds all at once. His shoulders relaxed against the mattress, tension melting out of him, and his eyes lit up so fast it almost required sunglasses to admire.

"Yes, I want to face you.”

So he hadn't completely fucked it all up. Great. Katsuki let out a shaky breath as his nerves dissipated from his body. "It might hurt in this position."

"That's fine. Wanna look at you."

Katsuki felt his own grin tug at his mouth, warmth blooming in his chest. It quickly shifted to a burning heat when he remembered what was about to happen, the condom still unopened in his hand, Izuku spread in waiting.

"Fuck, okay. Relax for me."

It didn't take much for him to tug of his pants and boxers that were completely soiled with pre, keeping them snapped around his thigh because he didn't have the patience to take them off right now.

He ripped open the small package and slid the rubber over his pulsing cock, crowding Izuku once more, aligning his cock with his hole.

Pushing past the rim was intense. Really, really, intense. Katsuki knew it would be tight from how Izuku had been clenching around his fingers, but nothing could truly prepare him for the way his cock finally found relief as it was indulged by that heat.

"Fuck. Oh fuck," Katsuki groaned, his fist white knuckling the damned silk robe pooled at Izuku’s sides. He needed to concentrate extremely hard not come immediately.

Izuku seemed to notice his restlessness because the man always noticed shit when it came to his Kacchan, and he wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders.

"Come here."

Katsuki slumped himself over Izuku's body, his cock still surrounded. He could feel the way those walls clenched from inside, how Izuku's legs followed the pressure around Katsuki's waist.

"Kiss me."

Katsuki listened because of course he did. He let Izuku's hands maneuver where they wanted, up his back, his shoulders, his nape. 

It felt good, and his lips against Izuku's felt even better. The kiss felt so intimate, a precious firm touch. Izuku was tender, as if he was the one having to sooth Katsuki, and Katsuki let him. Let the nerd turn his head and tighten his arms, his nose huffing a steady puff of air when their mouths continued to take one another's breathes away.

Katsuki, without even thinking about it, so lost in the tension of their kiss, thrusted his hips forward. 

Fuck, he pulled away, panting because why was it so warm. And tight. And wet. Katsuki had been hard for so long, finally getting some relief was taking its toll.

He wanted to thrust and take and claim Izuku—claim? What am I thinking?

"I'm so full," Izuku hums against Katsuki's lips. The sound that came out of his mouth next was a satisfied sigh, like this was exactly what he needed all along.

Just Kacchan’s cock and nothing else.

"Stop saying shit like that," Katsuki grunted. He tried to steady his hips, really he did. 

But Izuku was there, tightening around him, kissing his cheeks, licking his jaw, biting his ear. Talking to him in that low whisper that shouldn't be that sexy coming from a nerd like him but it was. 

It truly was.

"You can move, Kacchan."

Katsuki didn't give the sentence another moment to marinate before shifting his hips. Izuku gasped, his abs flexing, his cock that flopped there between them twitching. 

He found a steady pace, not too hard, not too fast, still feeling it out for Izuku's sake. Definitely not for his own. Because he wasn't going to come yet. Absolutely not.

"Faster," Izuku moaned. He was taking it well, but they both knew he could handle more. The true extent of Katsuki's habits.

"Damn it, Deku. Why are you so fucking..."

Katsuki was a hard fuck. He was rough. Usually. He didn't do relationships, nor did he do anything casual. So, when he got the chances to have sex which was very rare, he was fast, exhausting, and made sure both parties got off before moving on with his life and never looking back because he would not be remembered as a shitty lay. 

So why was it he even had this desire? Taking care of Izuku. Making him feel good, being gentle even though everything in his brain was telling him to move. Izuku was even telling him to move. 

"You okay?" He rasped, his nose brushing Izuku's when their eyes met each others.

The gentle force of his hips was making Izuku shift against the sheets. And my god did the way his hair bounce and his eyes vibrate with each thrust make Katsuki's stomach flip more then it  currently already was.

"Perfect. So good."

Katsuki nodded and moaned. He dug in, his large arms surrounding Izuku's head and trapping him there, his hips finally finding that rippling grind of friction that had both of them gasping for air. 

He could feel he was reaching deep into Izuku, and with ever steady pummel, the mattress hardly giving under them—thank you Izuku for actually buying a good bed frame—Izuku was forced to breathe, hold it in, suppressing the sounds Katsuki knew he could make.

"Don't hold back, Deku," he ordered, his lips finding a freckled shoulder, tugging at that god forsaken silk robe to expose more. He kissed and bit, making sure to leave a mark, his hips never slowing.

Izuku squirmed under him and Katsuki felt so powerful. He liked this. No, he loved it. How Izuku clung to him for solstice, so invoked with sensations that he could hardly utter a word. 

Katsuki was starting to lose it. He stuttered, lacking a rhythm when Izuku wiggled and his ass clenched in response, tipping Katsuki closer to what he's been trying to avoid.

As if taking advantage of that, knowing the blonde was spiraling out of control, Izuku found his words.

"Wanna go on top. Can I?" He asked in a whoosh of a breath, like he had to conjure his lungs to let him speak. 

Katsuki halted his hips, shivering when the plunging dip of his tummy and balls disappeared. He was grateful but so very irritated. It felt so good, teetering on the edge, but tormenting all at once. 

"Don't think I'll be able to last like that," he admitted. Any other time someone would have to beat that confession out of him. Like hell he would admit to having to come so fast.

But those big green eyes were like some sort of truth serum. Maybe Izuku did have a quirk, after all.

Izuku smirked, and in a single second, was flipping them over. Damn him and his strength that beat even Katsuki on a good day. All the squirming and moaning a second ago must have been for show.

Or maybe not, because Izuku’s cock was extremely hard where it leaked on Katsuki's stomach. His face, dark and deep with a hungry emotion that Katsuki had seen before, but never in a million years did he imagine it in this context.

Izuku straddling him with his cock deep in his ass.

"Oh, Kacchan. You're so pretty," Izuku hummed, his palms coming to splay across Katsuki wounded chest. 

"Pretty?" Katsuki snarled.

Izuku smiled proudly and nodded. Katsuki didn't know what the fuck he was smiling about, but whatever. 

"Mhm. So pretty. I like you like this."

Then, he was moving. His hips shifting up and down, the loud smack of Izuku's ass and come lubricated hole deafening in the room. Katsuki hadn't really acknowledged those hands that were against his chest, but now he did.

They were pressing, trapping him there, the sturdy weight of Izuku's body resting behind it and making sure Katsuki wouldn’t get up. Not like he wanted to, anyway.

Izuku knew how to ride a cock, to say the least. He was a like damn rabbit, jutting so hard and fast, Katsuki was getting the wind knocked out of him. If it weren't for this expensive ass bed frame, he was sure he'd be through the floor right about now.

But the fast friction against his cock wasn't what made him tip toward his release. It was Izuku's face. Hot cheeks littered with freckles, eyes rolled far into his skull, pink bottom lip snagged by rabbit teeth. And his body, surrounded by that silky robe. His skin, tan and glistening with sweat, so much sweat, hard earned muscle tensing like diamonds.

"Fuck, fuck. Slow down," Katsuki grunted. His deadly hands shoveled up Izuku's sides and gripped at the silk robe to try to steady the frantic pace of Izuku's pleasure, but it was all in vain. 

Izuku snatched up his wrist, holding them tight, using the grip as leverage to move however he wanted.

Fuck, Katsuki was seeing stars. 

"Can't. It's so amazing, being full," Izuku blabbered. 

His green curls fell over his face so beautifully, Katsuki eyes couldn't leave him. Wouldn’t dare to. His balls clenched, his dick pulsed. He was close. Too close. Izuku wasn't slowing down. Shit, Izuku. 

"I-Izuku. Izuku! Gonna—"

And without his permission, he was coming. Hard. Long. Fast and heavy into the condom. Izuku moaned when he watched Katsuki melt into the mattress underneath him. The hands that were being restrained at his sides popped and sparkled with micro explosions. 

It was a sight to be bold—Katsuki’s orgasm. He wasn't loud by any means. It was like a silent spring of pleasure exploded through him, more evident in the way his body clenched and shook then by the sounds he made. 

"Wow, Kacchan. Beautiful," Izuku beamed.

"Shuddup," Katsuki managed, his body still twisting and turning in the after shocks of his release. Izuku still sat on him, walls clenched tight. He had stopped moving his hips, to his relief. "I wasn't supposed to come before you. Wanted to—wanted to make you feel good."

Izuku smiled and leaned down, pressing fast and childish kisses all over Katsuki’s face that he didn't have the strength to grumble about right now because it felt oddly good. He'd blame it on the golden hour of just having an orgasm.

"You did wonderful," Izuku smiled.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, still accepting those kisses as they continued to come. "Idiot."

It was obvious even with the tender arrangement of Izuku's lips, the hard cock that weened between them still. 

Katsuki couldn't ignore it. Nor did he want to. He forced Izuku up, the greenette pouting, but his expression quickly melted when a hot hand that had just been sparking with explosions wrapped around his swollen cock. Izuku jutted his hips, shifting over Katsuki member that was soft but was still wedged inside. 

It must have felt disgusting, but Izuku never made a move to hop off, and Katsuki wasn't going to tell him other wise.

"You’re cocks still inside me," he announced, as if that wasn't the most obvious thing ever. "But I don't want to get up yet."

"Then don't. Do what you want."

Katsuki kept moving his fist, his eyes focused on Izuku's face again, how it clenched and squeezed. 

"Mm, move your hand faster," Izuku pleaded.

"No."

"Kacchan!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes and sat up. He tugged that robe off with a groan to let it pool on the floor. Izuku whined but none the less wrapped his arms around Katsuki neck and kissed him hard. Messy, teeth clinking, but it was clear he was more focused on the loose tug of that hand over his cock then he was a coordinated kiss.

"Kacchan," he whined more.

Katsuki snagged his lip with a threatening bite. He could have drawn blood but he didn't, settling for a teasing nibble and then peppering a gentle kiss.

"Just be quiet. Let me do something," he ordered.

Katsuki dick was really starting to chafed, Izuku's ass like a vice, but he'd tolerate it. 

He liked the way Izuku looked trying to chase a faster pace. Katsuki was purposefully keeping his pace patient, not fast and glorifying. He didn't want this to be a fast and electrifying orgasm. He wanted it to be strong and memorable. Why? He had no idea.

Izuku didn't seem to agree with his methods. His ass clenched around a soft cock, and his abs tightened where Katsuki's knuckles brushed against him. 

"Relax. Don't want you to tense up for this one," Katsuki rumbled into his temple, unintentionally inhaling tea tree shampoo—unintentionally he claims.

"Mm, don't think I can," Izuku shook. "My body just does it."

"Well then just try, ‘kay? I know you're competitive."

Izuku, even through his turmoil, smiled. 

"Know me so well."

The stroke of his hand remained just like he said it would, but that didn't stop Izuku from fighting anyway. He thrusted to meet that hand, liking the drag of hot slick over his cock. Katsuki was starting to get punished for his deeds, as a tight ass continued to clamp around his over sensitive member.

"Hah—don't move too much, I'm still..." he grunted, attempting to hold the greenette down with his other hand, but failing miserably because apparently Izuku knew what he was doing.

"I like how it feels when it's soft. Are you sensitive?" He asked as if he didn't know the answer. As if he couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t see it from the way Katsuki's face winced.

"No," Katsuki shot out.

"So bad at lying, Kacchan. Mm!"

"Don't squirm."

Izuku shook, his hands digging into flushed shoulders, desperate and out of control and that's exactly what Katsuki wanted. 

"Can't help it," Izuku tapped his forehead against Katsuki's forehead with exhaustion and need. "Wanna come so bad. You gotta go faster."

Katsuki groaned and kissed him, but the kiss was so clumsy. Izuku couldn't reciprocate because he was so focused on trying to come, on trying to move. His jaw was loose and his mouth hung open in desperate pants that filled the room.

"Nuh uh. This is all you need. Trust me," Katsuki said in that promising voice.

Izuku whined more. He couldn't help it, how his head tipped back and tears began to trickle past his eyes. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was in such a frenzied place, his body and mind seemingly not his. Or maybe it was the fact he was actually starting to get there, his balls clenching and his stomach twisting.

He cried. He sobbed.

"Kacchan. Oh, Kacchan. I think I'm close."

Katsuki kissed his neck and chest comfortingly. He was sure to keep his hand exactly where it was at. Wet and steady over that twitching cock. 

"Don't tense up, Deku. Be good," he said.

Izuku choked on his cries. Katsuki stayed there like a solid, immovable object, never letting go, never giving up. Never leaving Izuku's side. 

That was all he needed.

"Mm, fuck. Fuck! Coming. I'm coming." 

Izuku's second load escaped him in an appalling release. His whole body strained to get it out, and it seemed to last a life time. The entire system of his brain altered for a moment, scattered and trying to put back the pieces but falling miserably because it felt so good. Wild and doomed and hopeless there against Katsuki’s hand, come thick and heavy between their bodies

"There you go. Good," Katsuki comforted with tender words, his hand slowly working out the rest of Izuku's load but there was nothing left. Just twitching muscle and tears, heaving lungs that never were fully able to catch its breath.

Katsuki eased back onto the bed with a slow exhale, the tension in his shoulders loosened as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He brought Izuku's down with him without hesitation because where else was the nerd supposed to be?

The sweat and cum that clung to them was immediately noticeable, and the condom was slipping off his cock and probably lost somewhere in Izuku ass, but Katsuki's arm came up on instinct, resting across Izuku's back in a grounding squeeze.

Izuku's head tucked just below Katsuki's chin. Those damp green curls brushed his jaw, and Katsuki could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against his sternum. The nerd had settled enough to breathe, but it was hard to miss the way his body continued to buzz with post orgasm.

"That was amazing," Izuku hummed.

"Told you you could do it," Katsuki purred. Izuku liked the way the blondes chest vibrated when he spoke, tucking in more. 

"Thanks. You were wonderful, Kacchan."

"I know I was."

His hand moved slowly up and down Izuku's back. Izuku stayed quiet too because he trusted that the silence wasn’t an awkward one. Just necessary.

"You weren't so bad either, Deku," Katsuki finally muttered, voice low, rough around the edges.

Izuku shifted just enough to look up at him, eyes puffy and red from tears that now stained over a scarred cheek.

"So...is this going to be it?"

Katsuki swallowed. "The fuck you mean?"

"I mean...we aren't ever gonna have sex again? After this?" Izuku asked. 

His fingers curled over Katsuki chest, tracing those wounds of war. He wasn't upset anymore now that he looked at the marks.

Happy. He was happy. Because Kacchan was still here. Not dead. Here, with him. Under him. Breathing. 

Katsuki chest rose beneath Izuku as he took another breath. "I hadn't planned on it. Why, you want to have sex again?"

Izuku pouted. "Not if you don't want to."

"Stop speaking in riddles and just say what you want to say, nerd."

"It felt good, sex with Kacchan. So good. And I like Kacchan. Don't want this to be it," he admitted, barely above a whisper.

His gaze dropped fully to Izuku then, crimson eyes intense but unguarded.

"You...like me?"

Izuku gives a shy nod. His jaw tightened, then loosened with a breath. 

"I...like you too."

Izuku shot up, those eyes so bright and excited now, you wouldn't even be able to tell he was crying a few minutes ago. In pleasure, mind you.

"Really?"

"I don't lie!" Katsuki spat out.

"You do sometimes. But you're really bad at it."

"Yeah, if I'm so bad, then you should know I'm not lying about this."

Izuku laughed, a soft, breathy sound that startled Katsuki. The greenette buried his face back into Katsuki's chest, shoulders shaking. "Hm. Yeah, you aren't. You like me."

Katsuki snorted despite himself. "Damn right."

"I like you too," Izuku murmured, voice muffled.

"You already said that," he grumbled, though his hand slid up to card through Izuku's hair, tracing the blemish hidden there along his temple.

"Kacchan?" Izuku was grinning now as he tilted his head just enough to look at him.

"What?" Katsuki said fondly.

"I like you."

Katsuki laughed fully this time, head tipping back against the pillow as the sound filled the room.