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He found the account on a message board. Some guy with a stupid handle like “lorddongx69” posted a Snapchat code along with an excitedly garbled message that boiled down to, slutty guy posts nudes on his story, takes requests if you’re nice to him, you should see the dildo he uses. It was enough to get Katsuki interested. Enough that he’d pulled out his phone and followed with his anonymous account.
For a few days, there was nothing. He’d checked the account (display name Shh don’t tell…) almost obsessively the first day, hoping to have something to look at when he got back to his apartment. Normal porn had started to bore him; it was all deeply cheesy in a way that made his dick go soft immediately. There were a handful of videos he’d found, mostly amateur stuff, that got him going and he’d slowly started to realize that he preferred porn that wasn’t super produced. A shitty quality cell phone video of a guy sucking dick was much more exciting to him than some twink on a glossy set getting gang banged by a dozen dudes with monster cocks. It was the perceived intimacy of amateur porn that he liked, the feeling that he was one step away from being directly involved.
But as the days drifted past and there was no activity on the account, he started to forget about it. It wasn’t until the weekend, when he’d logged onto his anonymous account (couldn’t be too careful when you were trying to become number one) and saw the name near the top of his friends list with the tantalizing message beneath it. Added To Story, 1 hr ago. Katsuki smiled and settled back against his pillows. Time to see if this was going to be worth the wait.
The first picture was fairly innocent, a shot angled down the lean, toned body of a young man. He was in good shape, with a tight stomach and a tantalizing curve near the hip that suggested a perfect ass. Katsuki licked his lips, fingers trailing down his own stomach to rest at the waistband of his pants.
The next picture was more interesting, a tight close-up of one perfectly pink nipple pinched between two fingers. It looked like he was holding it hard and a shiver of arousal crawled down Katsuki’s spine. He palmed his hardening cock through his pants, rubbing slowly, his heart rate increasing as he tapped the screen to bring up the next picture.
It wasn’t a picture this time, though. It was a video, those same blunt fingers twisting and flicking the nipple, which had begun to redden from the attention. “Fuck,” he breathed, sitting up slightly. The man raked his nails across his own chest, leaving bright red marks and then the video ended and Katsuki was on to the next picture.
This one was simple, but the best one yet. He’d pulled the fabric of his sweatpants tight around the outline of his cock and Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek. It was a pretty cock, thick but not too long, and he thought about how it might taste, how his lips would stretch around its girth, his tongue heavy with the weight of it. Unable to resist, he tapped the screen and typed out a quick message. He hesitated before sending it, wondering if he really wanted to get into this with a stranger, and then he shook his head and scowled and hit send.
>>ur a tease. I love it.
He didn’t expect a response. Whoever this guy was, there were probably a thousand thirsty dudes like himself sending endless comments to the same effect. He felt weird for having sent it, weird for thinking that some random Snapchat ho cared what he thought, but it was too late to take it back and so he pushed the feeling away and went back to the story.
The next couple of pictures were in a similar vein. Each one showed the waistband of the sweatpants descending, exposing the graceful swoop of a hip bone, smooth hairless skin, the top of the cock. Katsuki tapped through them eagerly, his own fingers curling at last around the shaft of his own cock. They squeezed and fluttered, stroking slowly. He was already so excited that if he didn’t start slow he’d be done in minutes, and he didn’t want to finish until he at least got through all the pictures.
There was a video again, strong fingers drawing out the much teased prick. Katsuki gasped a little as it sprang free from the waistband, his teeth clenching as he imagined how it would feel in his own hand. There was a breathy moan as the stranger’s hand began to stroke and then he spoke, “Look at that”. His voice was thick with desire as he angled his phone to get a better view of the precum beading at the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed, thumb curving to smear his own precum down the length of his shaft. He couldn’t believe his luck; this was the exact sort of thing he wanted to see, this raw, vulnerable performance of sexuality. He wasn’t out to many people - Kirishima knew, Ashido knew, Kaminari and Sero knew and that was it - and he’d never gone farther than some halting, fumbling kissing with Kirishima, who had fully respected his boundaries when he’d backed off and who was still there, ready if he should ever change his mind.
It was complicated with Kirishima, though, in a way that Katsuki couldn’t - or wouldn’t - parse. Kirishima was free with his affection, openly attracted to every permutation of gender he came across, and firmly against monogamy. Katsuki didn’t judge him for that; it was his life and it seemed to make him happy. He just couldn’t stand the thought of being one among many. He wanted to be special, adored. And he knew why, knew deep down exactly who and what he wanted, but it was too much to think about and so he burned out his desires on porn that made it easy to pretend.
A notification popped up on his phone and he froze, eyes slowly growing wider. “Shh, don’t tell… is typing,” it declared, and Katsuki tapped it with his thumb, opening the chat window and staring, dry-mouthed, until the message popped up.
>>haha thank you, its kind of exciting
Katsuki hesitated, wondering what he could possibly say that wouldn’t sound completely ridiculous. There was nothing, really, to say to a half-naked stranger on Snapchat but something overtly sexual. He probably got messages like that all the time. And if he didn’t like it, Katsuki reasoned, fingers flying across the screen, he could just ignore it.
>>exciting for me too. u made my cock so fucking hard, baby.
As soon as it was sent, he felt ridiculous. But there was no taking it back, and so he turned his attention back to the story. There were three more pictures left, two of the cock from varying angles and one shot from below of a perfectly rounded ass. Katsuki stared at the last picture, his fingers curling too tight around his own cock. He’d imagined an ass like that before, tight and pretty and pushed up in the air just for him. There were even freckles on the pale skin, a soft dusting scattered across the lower back and down the stranger’s flank.
Another notification popped up. Another message came through.
>>show me
Katsuki’s hands trembled for a moment before he mastered himself. Show me? Who did this guy think he was? But he was already pulling down his pants and taking a picture of his own cock, thick and long and dripping precum. He stared at the screen for a moment, wondered if he should add a caption, then just hit Send before he could overthink it.
The reply came almost immediately.
>>mm, you’re so big! wonder if I could fit you in my mouth…
His brain shorted out then and he began typing, raw lust dictating the conversation now.
>>I bet u could, u seem like a good little slut
>>I would be for you ;)
>>show me that mouth, pretty boy. I wanna imagine my dick in it
There was a brief pause and then a picture came through. Katsuki was breathing hard now, typing with one hand while the other stroked his cock. He was so close to the edge, his entire body vibrating like a live wire, and a wicked smile stretched his lips as he opened the picture.
He came immediately, cursing and shuddering as the sudden orgasm wracked his body. He couldn’t look away from the picture, those pouty lips, the big innocent eyes, the smattering of freckles across those all too familiar cheeks.
Several minutes passed as he lay on the bed, his cum cooling and becoming sticky. He held his phone loosely in his hand, his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. What the fuck had just happened? Had he been imagining things? It had to be his imagination, had to be. Maybe the guy just looked familiar. Maybe his brain had been playing tricks on him and he’d seen what he wanted to see in that moment.
Katsuki lifted the phone, replayed the snap and confirming his fears. Deku’s eyes stared back at him, warm and inviting, and he shuddered again, licking his lips, then tossed his phone aside. There was an old gym towel next to the bed and he cleaned himself off with it, tucking his cock back into his pants as he thought.
They’d all settled in the same place once they were out of school, apart from a handful of former students who had signed with agencies in other cities. Many of them had taken apartments in the same complex, a sort of holdover for those who weren’t ready to let go of the closeness that living in dorms had afforded them. Kirishima was right down the hall from him. Kaminari and Jirou had a place together two floors up. Sato, Shoji, and Tokoyami were here too; Katsuki passed them in the halls sometimes, or rode the elevator with them.
And then there was Deku. One floor below him, always in the gym or the pool or laughing in the lobby as he headed to the elevators. Deku, who he worked out with, sparred with, ate dinner with in the big weekly family meals which Kirishima insisted on. Deku, who he had learned to appreciate. Deku, who he thought about constantly.
He picked up the phone again, typed a quick message.
>>u ever play around with other ppl and post pics?
The response took longer this time and he idly scrolled through the texts he’d been ignoring while he waited. Kirishima on the group chat planning out tomorrow’s dinner with everyone. Jirou wondering if he had time to come lay down some drum tracks for a new project she was working on. Ashido sending a million pics of shoes and demanding to know which ones looked best with her skin. He answered them all (Yeah, I’ll be there. Sure, let me know when. The red ones) and then switched back to Snapchat. Still no answer, but there was a new video on Deku’s story. He hesitated, then opened it.
The video was shaky, as though Deku was having trouble holding the phone steady, and no wonder because as Katsuki watched, fascinated, Deku slipped a finger into his own ass. He moaned softly as it stroked in and out, then laughed breathlessly as it popped free to trace his tight opening. Katsuki squeezed his thighs together, his cock already stirring to life again.
The message came through a minute later.
>>no. never found anyone I wanted to do that with ;)
His fingers were shaking but he managed to type out another text.
>>u got a boyfriend?
>>no. there’s a guy I’m into but he’s not into me
Immediately, Katsuki thought of Todoroki and audibly ground his teeth. He’d never warmed to Icy Hot the way he had to most everyone else in the class. There was just something about him, something about the way he never reacted, never raised his voice, that Katsuki found infuriating. The thought of Deku pining after him was unbearable.
>>yeah? what’s he like
Another pause, another handful of minutes in which Katsuki tried to distract himself from the jealousy raging inside him. He checked his texts again and barely saw them (Kirishima sending a bunch of smiley emojis, Jirou telling him 6pm on Wednesday, Mina saying he took too long and she got red and purple, a new one from his mom reminding him to call his dad and wish him a happy birthday tomorrow). Deku’s story updated again.
These were just pictures but they still sucked all the moisture out of Katsuki’s mouth. Another of Deku’s finger inside himself, then one with two fingers, then one of those soft, perfect lips curled around the digits, sucking them clean. Katsuki’s cock was fully hard again, and his heart leapt in his chest when he saw that Deku was replying to him.
>>sexy ;) we went to school together
“FUCK!” Katsuki shouted, slamming his fist against the wall. “I’ll fucking kill him…” The notification popped up again. Deku was still typing.
>>we actually grew up together so I’ve known him since I was a kid
The blood drained from Katsuki’s face. His hands were trembling as he typed.
>>u oughta tell him. u think abt him when you fuck urself?
>>every time
>>but I couldn’t say anything, he’d kill me lol
Katsuki barely remembered to grab his keys in his wild rush to the elevator, though he clutched his phone so hard that he was sure it would break. Known him since I was a kid repeated over and over, turning his brain into an echo chamber of lust and stupidity. Deku thought about him when he fingered himself. Deku wanted those to be his fingers.
The elevator doors pinged softly. Katsuki was through them before they opened all the way, his bare feet skidding on the carpeted floors. Deku was around the corner and down the hall. Katsuki counted as he walked, one and two and three and there. He hammered his fist against the door. There was no answer so he knocked again.
“Open the damn door, Deku!” he shouted. “I know you’re in there!”
From inside the apartment, he heard a door slam. A moment later Deku was there, leaning against the door frame, his cheeks flushed. “Oh, hi, Kacchan,” he said, breathless. “I was just working out and I didn’t hear you at first. What’s up?”
“You shouldn’t send your face to dudes online,” Katsuki said, holding up his phone. He enjoyed the dawning look of horror on Deku’s face perhaps more than he should have. “Not if you’re trying to be a famous hero. Someone might recognize you.”
“That was you this whole time?” Deku whispered. There was real apprehension on his face now and Katsuki made a conscious effort to soften his expression. They were friendly now, but it hadn’t been so long that his past fits of temper had entirely faded from memory. Hadn’t Deku said that if he found out, he’d kill him? Not a great foot to start on.
“Are you gonna let me in?” he asked, turning the phone to face Deku. Snapchat was still open on it and Deku licked his lips nervously. “Or should I go back to texting you?”
“No, no…” Deku moved to the side, gesturing for Katsuki to enter the apartment. “You should come in. Put that away.”
Deku’s apartment was sparsely decorated but very clean. Katsuki recognized the sofa as the one that had been in his mom’s house years ago. It was a bit threadbare, but in good repair. The kitchen was spotless, the floors swept, the walls decorated with framed pictures of Deku and his mom, Deku and All Might, Deku in a suit when he’d been best man at Iida and Uraraka’s wedding this past spring. And there, in one of those collage picture frames, half a dozen photographs of the two of them, Deku always grinning, Katsuki always scowling. Sometimes they were surrounded by other friends, sometimes it was just the two of them, but they were always together, shoulder to shoulder, and Katsuki didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it before.
“So,” Deku said from behind him. “This is… awkward.”
“You’re telling me.” Katsuki turned to face Deku, suddenly unsure of what to say. There were so many words and emotions built up inside of him that he thought he might choke on them, and yet he couldn’t force them out. “I thought you were talking about Todoroki.”
Deku laughed nervously, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. “No,” he said. “I mean. I thought about it for a while. But no. It was always…” He stopped, blushed. Katsuki could see him steeling himself. “It was always you, Kacchan, and I should have said something sooner.”
“Yeah, well.” Katsuki looked away, uncomfortable. He had intended to come down here and reveal himself, but he hadn’t much thought about it past that point. What the hell had he expected? It was Deku, he wasn’t just going to strip down and throw himself at Katsuki’s dick, he was going to talk about his damned feelings because that’s what he always did.
And now Deku was staring at him expectantly, waiting for some kind of reply. Katsuki ground his teeth, tried to force the words out. “What are the fucking chances of this, huh?” he muttered instead, lifting his phone, and Deku deflated a little.
“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “I guess I should have figured it would backfire eventually.”
“Why do you do it?” Katsuki demanded. This was more familiar ground, the jealousy rearing its ugly head again as he thought about the guys that looked at Deku and only saw a pretty cock and an ass aching to be filled. There was a mocking voice in his mind, happy to point out that he’d been the same until he realized it was Deku, fully eager and willing to strip a stranger down to his fuckable parts for his own gratification.
“I don’t know,” Deku answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s nice to feel sexy. I like knowing that all those guys are getting off to pictures of me.”
“They don’t care about you,” Katsuki argued. “They just look at your ass and want to fuck it.”
“Yeah.” Deku frowned and Katsuki suddenly felt very stupid. “That’s kinda the point. I don’t do it because I want them to like my personality. Kacchan, are you okay?”
Katsuki sat down on the couch, head cradled in his hands. What the hell was all of this, anyway? Why couldn’t he just say what he wanted to say? The knot inside him was tying itself tighter and tighter and he didn’t know how to cut it, didn’t know how to release all the pent up feelings he’d spent so long trying to bury.
Deku sat down next to him, scarred hand resting on Katsuki’s knee. It felt hot and heavy, like it would leave a brand, but he didn’t shove it away. “Look,” Deku said, his voice gentle. “I’m sorry if all of this upset you. I’m not sorry that I do it, because that’s none of your business, but I’m sorry you got mixed up in it. I never wanted that to happen. And… I’m sorry you found out that I’m into you this way. I know it must be a lot.”
“It is,” Katsuki muttered.
“I know,” Deku repeated, patting his knee. “But… well, it’s done and I can’t take it back. So.” He waited for a long moment, then sighed. “Kacchan, I really, really like you. I know you know what I mean. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship, because we’ve worked really hard on it and I don’t want to lose it, but I also hope you know I don’t expect anything from you.”
“What?” Katsuki was finally able to lift his head, and he turned to fix Deku with a narrow scowl. “What do you mean?”
“I know you were looking at my pictures and…” Deku gestured and blushed. “You know. Touching yourself. But I know that doesn’t mean you want me.”
“Of course I do, you idiot,” Katsuki snapped. Beside him, Deku froze, his fingers clenching around Katsuki’s knee. That one simple sentence brought the dam crashing down, and before he knew what he was saying, Katsuki was pouring out everything that had built up inside over the years.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he said, his voice low. “I knew I was into guys ages ago and you… you were always following me around and every time I looked at you I wanted to kiss you.” The astonishment on Deku’s face was something he would have savored any other time, but the confession was a heavy one and he only had so much room for emotions at the moment.
“I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought pros couldn’t be gay, no one would want to be rescued by a fucking homo, I’d just be a joke if anyone found out so I--” and he made a gesture, like he was wadding up a piece of paper, “--I just crushed it down, but I couldn’t do it when you were around so I tried to get rid of you.” His voice broke and Deku’s arms were around his shoulders and even through the anger and shame he was acutely aware of the scent of Deku’s skin.
“Kacchan…” It took him a second to realize that Deku was laughing and he jerked upright, offended.
“You think it’s funny?” he demanded. Deku held his hands up in helpless protest, laughter still bubbling out of his mouth. “I bare my fucking soul to you and you’re LAUGHING?”
“No!” Deku reached out hesitantly, the tips of his fingers brushing Katsuki’s cheeks. When he didn’t pull away, Deku cupped his face and smiled. “It’s not that. It’s just… I never understood why you were so mean to me. And now you’re telling me it’s because you wanted me and, well...” Deku shrugged a little, biting his lips to seal in his laughter. “You have to admit, it’s kind of funny.”
“Your face is kind of funny,” Katsuki grumbled, batting Deku’s hands away. He raked his fingers through his hair, glanced at Deku’s smiling face out of the corner of his eye. “So. What now?”
“You could start by kissing me.” Deku barely got the words out before Katsuki lunged across the couch at him. One arm slipped around his waist, the other rose to cup the back of his head and pull him in tight. For a moment they stared at each other, Katsuki’s eyes darting to drink in every detail of Deku’s face, and Deku’s wide and dark with desire. “Kacchan…” he breathed.
The first kiss was clumsy, neither one of them sure which way to turn, their noses bumping, lips getting mashed against teeth, and after a second Deku started to giggle again. Katsuki, who was beginning to enjoy that sound in spite of himself, felt the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his own mouth.
“Stop it,” he ordered, cupping Deku’s face between his hands. “Just… follow my lead, okay?” Deku nodded, nose wrinkling in amusement as Katsuki leaned in.
The second kiss was better, softer. Katsuki tipped Deku’s head back, drew his tongue along those soft lips, coaxing them to part. Deku opened his mouth with a little gasp and Katsuki, shuddering, pressed his tongue deep. They tipped back, broke apart for a moment, and then Deku was on his back, his hands fisted in Katsuki’s shirt, yanking him down. Arms and legs wrapped tight around him and he moaned against Deku’s neck, nuzzling his head to the side, nipping at the column of his throat as he gasped and pushed his hips up and whimpered over and over, “Kacchan… Kacchan, please…”
Katsuki sucked at the curve where Deku’s neck met his shoulder, his hands slipping up inside Deku’s shirt to graze his sides. Deku cried out, one hand scrabbling at the back of Katsuki’s head as searching fingers found his nipples. Katsuki smiled, lifted his head. “Sensitive, huh?” he teased.
“Kacchan!” Deku’s eyes were half-shut, his lips swollen and parted. Pink dusted his cheeks as Katsuki rolled his nipples between strong fingers. He was perfect like this, eager and needy, and Katsuki drank him in, spreading his fingers wide to touch as much of Deku as he could.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, his voice rough. Deku obeyed immediately, twisting on the couch to shimmy out of his t-shirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, a fact which Katsuki noted with delight.
“Didn’t have time to get your panties on when I showed up?” he teased, drinking in Deku’s expression of mingled shock and arousal. He dragged his nails along Deku’s hip bones, leaving his own bright marks on that pale skin. Deku cried out and arched his back, pushing himself into Katsuki’s touch, his hard cock bobbing against his flat stomach. He was covered in freckles, big swaths of them, and Katsuki bent his head to kiss along a line of them that curled and curved across Deku’s belly.
“Kacchan, don’t tease me!” Deku moaned, his fingers twisting in Katsuki’s hair. “Please!” He pushed, trying to guide Katsuki’s head down. Katsuki laughed, fully caught up in this little game they were playing. His cock ached between his legs but he ignored it, more interested in the desperate little noises that his every touch dragged out of Deku.
“You can push harder than that,” he said. Deku laughed, a breathless, nervous sound.
“If I did, I might break your neck,” he protested. “Please…”
“You wish,” Katsuki snapped, stiffening. They had managed to move past a lot of the bad feelings of their youth, but Katsuki’s competitive spirit was still alive and well. “I could destroy you, you fucking idiot.”
“Kacchan. Stop it.” Deku laughed, reaching up to drag his fingers along Katsuki’s face.
“You stop it,” Katsuki muttered. Embarrassed color bloomed high on his cheekbones and he buried his face in Deku’s shoulder again, biting perhaps a little harder than he should have. He was rewarded with a soft yelp and a shudder.
“Please, Kacchan,” Deku whispered into his hair. His fingers flexed and curled against Katsuki’s spine, blunt and powerful, as he twisted up, desperate for more. “Please…”
Katsuki took pity on him and wrapped his fingers around Deku’s cock, earning himself a sharp cry of pleasure. There was a strange disconnect in touching Deku like this; he had wanted it for so long that it felt like this had to be a joke. He kept expecting everyone to pop up from behind a bookshelf and yell surprise at him.
He drew in a long breath, shook his head slightly to clear it. That was not what was happening. This was not a joke. His fingers circled Deku’s cock, stroking him so slow as he freed himself from Deku’s grip and shifted down, kissing a trail down Deku’s tight, muscular body. Above him, Deku was sobbing, actual tears of need and pleasure coursing down his cheeks. Nerd, Katsuki thought, and then leaned forward, lips parting to take Deku’s cock in his mouth.
It was simultaneously exactly as he’d imagined and nothing at all as he’d imagined. Deku screamed softly, his fingers twisting painfully tight in Katsuki’s hair as Katsuki dipped his head to take him deeper. Deku’s cock was hard and hot against his tongue, and the taste of precum filled his mouth as he bobbed his head. He didn’t have the greatest technique, he knew that, but Deku was twisting against the couch like it was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Katsuki allowed himself a moment to be smug.
“Kacchan, Kacchan, please, wait,” Deku wailed and Katsuki leaned back, letting Deku’s cock leave his mouth with a wet pop. There was something satisfyingly obscene about the way it looked now, heavy and aching and covered in his saliva. Deku stared up at him, his face a mess of tears, a watery smile twitching his lips.
“What’s wrong, Deku?” he purred, leaning in to brush a soft kiss across Deku’s mouth. He tasted tears, salty and bitter, and a shudder of desire crawled down his spine.
“I’m… I mean…” Deku blushed so hard that Katsuki thought he might explode. His voice dropped to a whisper, the words tripping over each other as he rushed to get them out. “I stretched myself before, when I was taking pictures, so…”
Katsuki sat back, momentarily struck dumb. Here was Deku, all spread out in front of him, telling him he wanted to get fucked, and suddenly all he could think about was all the times he’d made Deku cry for real, all the times he’d pushed him away or made fun of him or even just rejected his kindness. It was like a stone in his heart, weighing him down, and he didn’t know how to talk about it or apologize for it and so he was left to stare, his body warring with his mind.
Deku seemed to sense the shift in his mood, and he smiled, reached up to cup Katsuki’s cheek. “Whatever it is, we can talk about it later,” he murmured, drawing Katsuki down into a deep kiss. They broke apart, both breathless, and Deku began to pull Katsuki’s shirt over his head. “Please, I just wanna feel you inside me…”
It was all the absolution he needed for now. Nodding, he helped Deku off the couch and followed him into his bedroom, shedding his clothes as he went. The room was dark and he was distracted, but Katsuki had enough time to notice the All Might alarm clock and think fucking nerd before they tumbled onto the bed, all hands and lips and eagerly entwined limbs. Katsuki buried his face in Deku’s shoulder, ground down against him. It was a heady feeling, simultaneously nerve wracking and beautiful, to feel his prick drag against Deku’s sharp hip, to feel Deku’s strong legs part and wrap around his waist, pulling him close.
Deku pressed a bottle of lube into his hand and he squeezed some out, smearing it down the length of his shaft. His slick fingers found Deku’s tight opening and pressed in easily and the two of them froze like that for a moment, teetering on the edge of something huge. Then a whimper tore free from Deku’s throat and Katsuki curled his fingers, pressing them slowly in and out. Deku wailed, his short nails digging hard into Katsuki’s shoulders.
“Stop! Teasing!” he yelped, and Katsuki laughed as he pulled his fingers free.
“You’re such a slut, Deku,” he murmured, bending close to press their foreheads together. They were both trembling now, Deku clutching at the back of his head as he reached down, guiding his cock to Deku’s slick hole. He pushed, easing it in, listening hard to make sure he wasn’t hurting Deku. They existed like that, almost together, almost joined, for a frozen eternity and then the head of his cock pushed the rest of the way in and Deku cried out in pleasure and Katsuki was gliding the rest of the way in, his eyes rolling back in his head.
He could tell that they weren’t going to last long as soon as he was fully inside. Deku was too fucking tight, too perfect, and his body shook and squirmed beneath Katsuki, already driven to the edge by all that had happened. Katsuki wanted it to last forever, wanted to fuck Deku for hours, but as he began to thrust he knew he would be doing good to last more than a few minutes.
It was overwhelming, the way Deku pulled him in, the way he clung so tight around Katsuki’s cock. They moved together, with none of their earlier awkwardness. Deku’s hips rose to meet every stroke, his legs curving around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust. His face was perfect, eyes half shut, lips parted in a soft ‘o’. Tears trickled unheeded down his temples, and Katsuki wondered if he even realized he was crying.
A shudder of need wracked him, pleasure building in his belly, and he grabbed one of Deku’s legs, hooking it over his shoulder so that he could go deeper. Deku began to cry out, every thrust punctuated by his wordless sobbing, and Katsuki closed his eyes. It was easier to get lost in it this way, easier to just let the sensations overwhelm him.
“Deku,” he snarled. His thrusts were growing erratic as he struggled to hold himself back. He couldn’t come until Deku did, refused to come until Deku did. His fingers closed around Deku’s cock, stroked it in time, and Deku screamed. His nails bit into Katsuki’s shoulders, digging furrows in his skin, and Katsuki leaned close, nuzzling his cheek.
“C’mon,” he purred. “Come for me, Izuku…”
That was all it took. Deku exploded beneath him, cum pumping out across his belly. He twisted against the bed, eyes fluttering back in his head, and Katsuki almost bit his own tongue off as Deku’s body pulsed around his cock, gripping him tight. His own orgasm hit him like a train, racing like fire through his body so that all he could do was cry out wordlessly as Deku’s perfect ass milked the cum from his cock.
They collapsed after a while, Katsuki rolling to the side. He was covered in sweat, breathing like he’d just run a damn marathon, and beside him, Deku was sticky with cum. There was a beatific smile on his face, though, and he rolled onto his side, eyes sleepy with satisfaction.
“Wanna order some food?” he asked, tracing his fingers along Katsuki’s jaw. “Watch TV. Do this again…”
Katsuki propped himself up on one elbow, frowning down at the bed. There were scorch marks on either side of Deku’s head. “I blew your sheets up,” he muttered. “Sorry.”
“I don’t care,” Deku purred, squirming close, wrapping himself around Katsuki. It was a little bit gross and sticky, but Katsuki didn’t care. He wrapped his arms tight around Deku, kissed the top of his head. There was a lot to talk about, a lot to apologize for and explain and work through, but for right now, he was content to follow Deku’s lead and just enjoy this.
“Yeah,” he said. “Food sounds good.”