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A warm hand brushing his hair back away from his forehead is what wakes him up. He still pretends to be asleep though, wanting this moment in time to last just a little bit longer. There’s a soft hum and all is silent for a few seconds before the floor begins to creak. Despite not having his eyes open, Izuku can still hear everything that’s happening, so he tries to imagine it. He hears clothes ruffling around; he’s probably getting dressed right now. There’s a sound of a belt buckle; perhaps he’s starting with his pants first and moving his way up?
Izuku slowly peeks one of his eyes open. He sees his wide back facing him and the perfect curve of his ass before it gets hidden away by his pants. He opens his eyes fully now, watching as his lover dresses piece by piece. He shrugs on his long sleeveless coat and turns around, fixing the sleeves to the white collared shirt he’s wearing underneath.
“Are you enjoying the view?”
Suddenly sharp two colored eyes glance up and he’s caught. Shouto smiles warmly at him as he tugs on his cuff, waiting for his answer. Izuku is surprised; he has every right to oogle him, but still being caught doing it embarrasses him a bit. He feels his cheeks begin to fluster as he flinches lightly.
“Ah! I wa-wasn’t staring!” He stutters out, an obvious lie since he was caught in the act.
“No? My senses must be dulling then because I’m sure it felt like you were burning a hole into me with your gaze. If you were I wouldn’t mind. I’d be calling the kettle black if I did since one of my favorite things to do is watch you while you’re unaware.”
Shouto gives him a princely smile and it pierces Izuku right through the heart. He pulls up the covers to his nose, hoping to hide his blushing face. Shouto can’t help but chuckle lightly at his cuteness. He walks across the room and kneels down, pressing his lips against his forehead.
“Sh-Shouto!” Izuku whimpers.
“Hmm? Yes?” He hums lightly, brushing his lips across his hair.
Izuku doesn’t know what to say. He wants to tell him to stop, but that’s not true at all. He wants him to keep going. He wants him to stay, to hold him tight, to spend the night, and kiss him awake the next morning. He wants to be with him now, and later, and the next day, until forever. Shouto kisses his forehead again when he doesn’t answer and leans back up. He sits down on the bed and fiddles with his dark blue vest, trying to do up the many straps.
“A little help?” Shouto teases, smirking at him lightly.
Izuku bites the inside of his cheek, but he leans up, letting the covers pool around his waist. He smacks Shouto’s hands out of the way and starts to fix his vest, his lover’s eyes taking in the gorgeous view in front of him. Izuku, shirtless and completely naked. If only that blanket wasn’t in the way. He slowly licks his lips, dangerous thoughts popping into his head.
“You should start dressing down more. I swear I don’t know how you do it buckling up all these little buckles on your vest,” Izuku pouts quite stubbornly as he makes his lover presentable.
“I normally have servants to do it for me-oof!” Shouto hisses.
Izuku had been trying to tighten the last belt around his vest and might have pulled just a little bit too tightly when he heard him say that.
“Excuse me?” He growls out lightly.
“Ah- not- not that I’m calling you my servant. Of course you aren’t Izuku-ah- too tight- too tight- you’re much more important to me than- ooph- I love you.”
Izuku smirks, “I love you too babe.”
He loosens up the belt, allowing the young prince to breath again, and finally does it the right way. His lover is now all dressed up and ready to leave… far far away… Izuku sighs to himself, all playfulness leaving his face. He lays back down on the bed and rolls over to his side, staring at the wall.
“Have a safe journey back Shouto.”
“That’s all? Where’s my goodbye hug and kiss? You’re not going to see me off?”
Izuku can’t help but snort a little, “you usually leave before I wake up, so does all that really matter?”
Shouto’s eye twitches slightly. He grabs Izuku’s shoulder and pushes him down roughly, pinning him on the bed as he hovers over him.
“You’re right, I usually just take it right from you unknowingly. Shall I do the same right now?”
Before he can even respond a kiss is being stolen from him. Warm lips press against his own swollen ones and Izuku’s body comes to life. It always comes to life whenever he feels Shouto with him. It betrays him so much, this body of his. It feels like it doesn’t belong to him anymore- it never listens- it doesn’t obey- it’s only purpose is for Shouto to use however he sees fit, and when he’s gone, disappeared without a trace for days, weeks, sometimes months, it slowly shuts down and loses purpose until he reappears in his life again.
“It isn’t always going to be this way.” Shouto whispers against his lips.
Izuku sighs out as he closes his eyes, “I know.”
The air gets knocked out of his lungs as Shouto crushes him against his chest. His lips tickle as they brush against his ear.
“You believe me, right Izuku?”
It doesn’t matter if he didn’t because Izuku would always wait for Shouto, even if he told him nothing but pretty lies. That’s how much he’s fallen; that’s how much this man has carved his way into his heart.
“Always.”
He kisses him again, brushes his fingers against his cheek, and then leaves with only a single glance back. He leaves out of his life and Izuku lays there in the suddenly cold, too large for one person alone bed… aching.