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“Todoroki-kun,” Izuku started, blinking in a drunken dreamy way, holding onto the other man’s shoulders. Shouto raises an eyebrow, unfortunately sober, waiting for Izuku to refocus on him. What a good friend, standing perfectly still so Izuku can feel like he’s standing still too. Doesn’t even care that Izuku’s all over him.
“Todoroki-kun,” Izuku licks his lips, sighing in happiness at the odd swirling way he was feeling. Perhaps he needed some water. But wait, Shouto was still under his palms, waiting good naturedly. What a good friend. “You must understand. I am here so I can get some good D.” He’s so proud of himself, he’s enunciating perfectly.
“D?” Shouto’s eyebrow is still raised.
“Yes.” Izuku replies emphatically, shaking his friend back and forth a little. At least the music was lower on this side of the club, he could hear Shouto’s low voice. He ignored all the strangers and young people around them, gabbing and flirting, and everything. Izuku had a plan. “D. Some good fucking D. Like a huge fucking dripping D that I’ll feel for eight days and a morning, that scratches all my itches, you know? I’m looking for that tonight. You have to help me.”
Shouto was turning a little green.
“What the fuck did you just say.” Came a loud, unapologetic voice from nearby, and Izuku had to release his friend to see. Oh, it’s Katsuki. And Kirishima!
“Kacchan!” Izuku greets, missing the question entirely. “Kiri-kun! Hi!”
“Kiri-kun?” Kirishima mumbles, a slight smile crawling across his face. He looks vaguely impressed by Izuku, but he can’t figure out why.
“Don’t Kacchan me, you little shit! The fuck did you just say to half and half?!” Kacchan was growling, stomping forward to put his fist in Izuku’s shirt. This disrupts Izuku’s carefully maintained balance, and he wails as he stumbles backwards and forwards.
“Kacchan! You’re so mean!” He sniffs, dizzy, and Katsuki very obviously takes a deep breath in through his nose. Maybe he can smell the vodka Izuku is seeing through right now.
“You’re wasted. Of course you are. No way you’d say that shit otherwise, right? Where the fuck are glasses and round face? They should be watching over you, cause clearly half and half ain’t cutting it.” His lips screw up into an angry pout (don’t tell Kacchan he thinks that), and Izuku smiles in response. It’s always so nice to look at Kacchan. Then his words filter in.
“No, Todoroki-kun is supposed to help me get laid tonight!” Izuku mumbles disheartened, craning his neck to find his friend. He was mysteriously missing, along with Kiri-kun.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Katsuki says, but this time his face isn’t so angry about it. Actually. He looked a little…concerned? Kacchan doesn’t normally look concerned. Maybe that’s why he looked so constipated about it.
Izuku giggles at the thought. He’s leaning on Kacchan’s large shoulder, grasping a huge bicep, and he hums along with the song. He squishes the muscle, wondering why he never got gains like this, only whippy dense muscles that never grew very large in size, despite what they could lift.
“Come on, shitty nerd,” Kacchan sighs, arm around his waist, and they start moving. “Let’s go.”
“Wait no!” Izuku starts to whine again, digging in his heels as best he can. “I came here with a purpose! A goal! A reason to live!” He tries to break free of Kacchan’s grip, finding both his wrists captured by one large hand. Normally he’s strong enough to break such a hold, but not with eight vodka-crans and a regrettable can of red bull in his system.
“Kacchan!” Izuku puts his face into warm skin, rubbing back and forth just to feel Kacchan’s strong arm. “I wanted to go home with someone, I wanted the D – do you know what the D is? I don’t think Todoroki-kun did.”
“I know what it means.” Kacchan says through gritted teeth. Oh, he sounds angry, like proper angry, not just Kacchan’s version of normal. “And you are going home.”
“No, I wanna get fucked.” Izuku says petulantly to the ground, discovering the cooler air on his skin and looking at what seemed to be the sidewalk outside. Fresh air slaps him in the face a bit and he focuses on breathing it in. “I been missing it. I haven’t gotten the good D since Shindou decided he wanted pussy instead.” He’s pouting, and eyes are watering, and he knows it was more than seven months ago, but god damn it, nobody was surprised he was a watering crybaby.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kacchan growls, and Izuku finds himself against a brick wall, staring into Kacchan’s incensed face. Oh. Not even proper angry anymore, this was infuriated.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asks, blinking and trying to reach out. Kacchan slaps his hands away and presses him harder into the brick. It almost hurts, but mostly it zings across all of Izuku’s alcohol muffled pleasure senses. He whimpers.
“You fucker. You absolute piece of shit. How many people have you begged from tonight, huh? How many have you asked to fuck you?” Kacchan was whispered, harsh, and fast, and almost too low for Izuku to pick up on it. “Haah?! How many men have you begged to get on your knees for, tonight?! Half and Half?”
“No.” Izuku answers honestly, blinking and finding the cool night air was doing wonders for his composure. He was almost back to consciousness now amidst the swimming vodka in his eyeballs, and wondered if the impending dread, shame, and embarrassment was something for now-Izuku, or future-Izuku. “Todoroki-kun is pretty asexual, we found that out.”
“You tried to fuck him?!” This did not seem to calm Kacchan at all.
“Well, yes. Once. We’re just friends, he doesn’t feel sexual attraction and I need it in my relationships, it’s how I often feel close intimacy.” Izuku beams at Kacchan, almost convinced now that this was the most in depth talk about feelings they’ve ever had. He’s so articulate, he should get drunk more often. Some corner of Izuku is screaming however, that part of him should shut up.
“What.”
“Yea. Like. Sex. Rough sex, even, I need it in my relationships, I get needy without it, or without enough. That’s why Shindou left, he said I was too much.” Izuku pouts, still smarting from this. “Clearly he’s just not enough. That’s what Ochako-chan says. Hey, did you know she’s going to bang Iida-kun tonight? She has a plan and everything, that’s why I wanted to find someone to take home, so I could at least get some too. I miss having someone else inside me. Hey Kacchan, Kiri-kun’s gay right, do you think he would be—”
There are fingers in his mouth.
Three, possibly four, and they taste sweet. They reach far back, and back and back, and Izuku gags, coughing, and finds enraged red eyes so close to his own they nearly swallowed him whole.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kacchan says, and it’s low and mean and scary, and it shuts Izuku up completely. He didn’t think he was still scared of Kacchan, but whatever was in his face right now made Izuku feel like a small rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.
“You’re not fucking anyone tonight.” Kacchan tells him like its already law, and it’s almost heartbreaking. Izuku whines around his fingers, tongue moving, they’re wet and thick and sticky and he can barely breath and wow, he’s hard. Kacchan thrusts his fingers deeper, jams them into the back of Izuku’s throat and it causes him to gag again, an alarming feeling with his stomach sloshed full of alcohol, flat pop, and energy drink.
The Izuku in the back of his head is suspiciously quiet now, whimpering at the dominance.
“I’m taking you home, you’re sleeping this shit out of your system, and then I’m going to give you that good fucking D so you will stop whoring yourself to your friends. You come to me for dick. Do you understand me? You stop bending over and opening up for every thick dick to walk by, and you come to me, you drop to your knees and you get what you get, do you understand?”
Kacchan was staring at him, and Izuku was aware enough now to recognize lust in his face. Oh. Ooohhh. Was this Izuku’s dreams? Was he sleeping? He was in an alleyway with Kacchan, who very clearly was rather worked up about Izuku’s bid for sexual freedom tonight. This could not be possible. No way.
“Katcha—” Izuku tries to say, but Kacchan grips down over his tongue and it almost hurts but it also makes him make a whiney noise.
“Slut.” Kacchan pants, teeth bared, and his grip on Izuku’s face turns painful. “You’re such a slut, is this just drunk you? Alcohol releases inhibitions, fuckhead. You must hide it every day, you’re so sweet and innocent, and now I know you need dick to fucking live and be happy, is that right? Then it’s my dick, you beg for my cock, you drink my cock every day, you take it every night, get it?” There’s a thigh between his legs, hiking upwards, pressing and oh god this is real--
“Kay Katcha—” Izuku hiccups, hips moving desperately, arms trying to pull Kacchan closer, tears streaming down his face.
“Good.” Katsuki grins in that special Kacchan way, like he’s victorious and ready to fight all at once. They’re in a cab within a few minutes, Katsuki steals Izuku’s phone and demands the passcode.
When he receives it back, Izuku squints down at the screen, finding the sent messages and reading:
“It’s Bakugou. I’m taking Deku home before he fucks someone on the dancefloor. Don’t look for him for a couple days.”
It was sent to Uraraka, who replies while Izuku is holding the phone. Blinking to recenter his swimming gaze, Izuku reads her response:
“Get it, Deku-kun! Hey blasty, give him a good time, he’s been wanting this for a while. 😉 Just don’t hurt his heart, or else I’ll float you into the sun.”
After that she put a bunch of eggplant and wet splash emojis, with only minimal spelling typos. Izuku holds it out for Katsuki to read, and grins brightly when red eyes dart up to his face.
“Sloppy fucking drunk,” Katsuki mutters, and the cab comes to a stop. Oh, they’re at Katsuki’s apartment! Izuku barely even noticed the time go by.
“It’s hard to get drunk with my quirk.” Izuku says to him, as he’s waiting for the elevator. He must be wavering on his feet, because Katsuki crowds close behind him, one arm clasping his hip in a grip so tight it zings through Izuku’s extremities. He hopes it bruises.
“Fucking masochist too, I knew it, little fucking slut, I’ll bruise you right…” Katsuki mumbles below his ear, and oh, did Izuku say that out loud? He lets his head fall back and is nudged into the elevator while he rests it on Katsuki’s taller shoulder. He can just smell the tequila on his breath, and perhaps Kacchan wasn’t as sober as he seemed to his drunken eyes?
Daringly, and liking the mirror above their heads that Izuku can stare at, Izuku reaches up and over his head to pull Katsuki closer by his nape, sighing and writhing in his hold. He feels good. He feels sexy.
“Fucking sexy with these pants, they barely fit that fat ass.” Katsuki growls into his shoulder, biting savagely, so much so that even in his drunk numbness, Izuku can feel it and flinches, gasping, arching into it. Releasing, Katsuki pants, fingertips digging into Izuku’s waist band, hauling him backwards in an unending pull that puts Kacchan’s dick right against where Izuku suddenly wanted it the most.
When they exit the elevator, it’s with Izuku slumped into Katsuki’s arms and sucking on his earlobe with long, succulent licks and probably too much teeth. He’s slammed into the door while Katsuki unlocks it, and then they’re tripping over the shoes in the entryway, Katsuki shoves him bodily past the kitchen down the hallway straight to his bedroom. It smelled like Kacchan and his specialty laundry detergent (dissolving a nitroglycerin like substance is a tricky thing). The bed bounces.
Izuku is reaching up for him while Katsuki is falling down, and they collide in a mingle of hot limbs and breathy moans.
Straining, Izuku goes in for a kiss and gets a slap in the face for it. Or what feels like it anyways. Katsuki’s holding his mouth shut again, fingertips pinching, and forcing his head down into the cushions. Pale haired, red eyed and pink cheeked above him, Katsuki looks like a god in the low light of the only lamp.
Whining around his fingers, Izuku tugs where he can reach, legs restless, trying to get Katsuki to touch him, kiss him, he’s desperate for it.
“I’m not gonna while you’re drunk.” Katsuki growls, snarling, looking mildly unhinged. “That’s not how I want this to… you’re fucking drunk and I want to kiss you when you’re sober.”
That’s…that’s romantic.
“Kacchan,” Izuku blubbers behind his hand, “You’re so sweet!”
“I’m not fucking sweet!” He returns meanly, unwilling to kiss him, but perfectly willing to hitch Izuku’s leg up over his hip so they can grind together.
“So good!” Izuku pants, finding the hand over his mouth loosening, and licks it, drawing fingers into his mouth again and fluttering his eyes closed when he suckles.
“Want to be sucking something else, baby?” Katsuki breathes, ducking to lay teasing little kisses and drags of lip and teeth around Izuku’s face and neck, still grinding just slowly enough to be barely there.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku mumbles around the fingers, slobbering over them, eyes rolling with the good feeling of Katsuki between his thighs. God, how he’s wanted this. How many times has he gotten off to the thought? He wants to come, he wants Katsuki to make him come. “Please, can I come, please…”
“Please, please,” Katsuki mocks him with a vicious note in his voice, ruining it with a beautifully powerful thrust that is everything Izuku has ever dreamed of. The high pink in his cheeks and ears suggests he was as close as Izuku was. “Slut, my fucking slut, been desperate for my dick for so long, huh? You think of me when that fucker was dicking you down? Bet you fucking were.” Izuku’s never seen Kacchan like this, it was heady.
“I did, when I couldn’t get off,” Izuku pants, somewhere finding a note of clarity between the drunken haze (burning off at a remarkably pace from arousal and perhaps his quirk) and the forceful thrusts pushing him up along the couch. “I had to, I never told him.”
“Fuck!” Katsuki shouts into his shoulder, latching on with both hands that let off just slight pops and oh wow, you bet Izuku had a quirk kink, because at the first licks of those explosions (tiny, just tiny poffs of smoke really), he came in his tight jeans with a shudder and a whining cry.
“That’s right, that’s right,” Katsuki was mumbling, as Izuku’s ears came back into focus. He was still grinding, looking for the right angle, chasing down his own orgasm, and weakly, because that climax had robbed him of all his senses for a long moment, Izuku licks his lips and whines, delirious with heat and the scent of caramel.
“Fuck me, Kacchan,” He moans, nearly delirious, and Katsuki squeezes him tight as he comes, cursing and biting down hard on Izuku’s shoulder. They pant together, Izuku staring up at the ceiling and looking for the last dredges of his awareness.
“Shit.” Katsuki says lowly into the pillows, pulling his teeth out of Izuku’s shoulder.
“Hmm.” Izuku sighs back in a hum, utterly pleased. “Good D, Kacchan.” He giggles about it, and it makes Katsuki draw his head back to peer at him, sour and pouting.
“Didn’t mean to do that.” Katsuki mutters, “You’re drunk as fuck and I just…”
“Thought you knew. The only way I get drunk is if I down a lot in a short amount of time, and then it passes quicker than normal people. My quirk burns it out.” Izuku blinks at him, tired and buzzed, but not blasted the way he had been. It is a testament to his orgasm that he wasn’t flipping out right now.
Katsuki looks at him, still cradled between his thighs. He leans back to sit on his ankles, as Izuku stretches his arms pleasantly above his head, sighing in buzzed sexual relief. Katsuki shakes his head, and gets up, fussing with Izuku’s clothes, turning the pants inside out since they were too tight, peeling them off Izuku’s strong as fuck legs to leave him in a messy pair of briefs. He can suffer.
He’s in the middle of washing up for bed, when he’s standing at the door and Izuku’s smiling at him, rolling onto his stomach and giving him a perfect angle to look at his bouncy fucking butt.
“Kacchan, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in years, and you weren’t even inside me.” Izuku slurs into the pillow, drawing one knee up to sprawl comfortably in bed. Katsuki watches him roll about his bed, getting all his sheets fucked up and Izuku smell all over it, and spends too long just holding his toothbrush in his mouth instead of brushing his teeth.
“I can’t wait until I can come on that dick.” Izuku giggles, half asleep, and Katsuki clearly hears him in the bathroom.
“Alcohol really fucks up your filter, doesn’t it?” The blond says to the sink, blinking blearily. He just came, but he’s got that low heat in his gut that says he’s gonna be horny again when the alcohol leaves him. He chugs a truly ridiculous amount of water.
A mumble, and a small snore. The nerd was out. He could look forward to some stuttering tomorrow, perhaps some freaking out when his head starts overthinking again. Maybe he’d have to hunt him down. How can he make sure the fucker doesn’t slip out while Katsuki’s asleep? Ah, whatever. He slaps the light off and trudges through darkness, heading for the lump in his bed (Deku’s in his bed, fuck yeah), curling one heavy arm over him and sticking his nose in his pillows. The night’s activities means he’s swimming towards unconsciousness almost immediately.
The night passes in the normal manner for the inebriated – in the blink of an eye and too much sweat.
Katsuki lifts his head, swimming only a little bit, aware of a scorching line of heat from his shoulder to his hip. Smells like sweat, and the disgusting after smell of alcohol that seeps from an unconscious drunk person’s pores.
He peers at his nearby clock, finding 9:02AM in the low light, and grunts. A few hours more than normal. He hadn’t even stirred either, how much of that was the booze and how much was the comfortable weight at his side?
Izuku doesn’t move when Katsuki gets up to piss, and he’s still in the same position when he returns. Taking a few long moments to himself, Katsuki looks at the freckled limbs, the scars, the fluffy head of green hair that was half buried under Katsuki’s pillow. Today could mean a lot of things, not all of them good.
But, might as well start off on the right foot.
Katsuki crawls up behind Izuku and eyes him, estimating how close he was to waking. He seals himself to Izuku’ back, tugging and working the other man into position to spoon him properly, telling himself to shut the fuck up when the man stirs only a tiny bit, humming and curling up sweetly, back to his chest. Delving his lips into Izuku’s hair, Katsuki kisses him, lightly, working his way to the shoulder, clutching at his middle, knees knocking up behind the other’s, enjoying just being able to touch him like this.
Fucker. Asking for the D from anyone other than Katsuki. Goddamn idiot.
“Mmhna, Kacchan,” Izuku groans, stretching into wakefulness and submitted entirely to Katsuki’s kisses.
Enthused, he continues, nipping this time at the neck that bares itself before him, palming a strong stomach and pulling him closer, despite having no more space between them.
“…Kacchan?” This time the voice was clearer, so Katsuki guessed it was time to face the music. Craning over, he finds Izuku peering sleepily at the clock, and the window, and the room, obviously recognizing it as both not his, and certainly Katsuki’s.
“Nerd.” Katsuki greets, like it was a normal day.
“Did all that really happen, last night?” Izuku asks, and it’s notably not freaked out sounding. Actually, it was rather conversational, a bit shocked.
“It fucking did.” Let’s see him try to deny it.
“And now…this is happening.” Izuku notes, entirely too calmly, hand resting over top of Katsuki’s on his stomach, squeezing, legs shuffling just a bit to feel their ankles bang together.
“Yes.” Katsuki grunts, screaming inwardly at himself to stop being nervous. He’d told the nerd what was up last night, he can just say it again, right? He squeezes punishingly at the middle in his arms and sinks his teeth a bit too hard in the shoulder.
“Gah!” Izuku winces, squirming, but something seems to click. He starts to laugh, breathless and amazed. “It’s real. It’s…real?!”
“What, you think its fake?”
“No, I just have this dream at least three times a month, I’m catching up that you’re…actually here.” Oh, that was bald and vulnerable, and warmed even Katsuki’s cold heart.
He yanks, rolling Izuku backwards and under him, ignoring the squawked protest. Izuku blinks up at him, pink cheeked and nervous and adorable, and Katsuki just can’t help himself.
“Good morning.” He rasps, diving down before the other can respond and finally, finally kissing him.
Izuku makes muffled noise, but then he’s kissing back, sighing through his nose, hands grasping at Katsuki like a supplicant, Katsuki painting the inside of his mouth with his own spit. It’s messy, and gross with post-drunken bad breath, but it was so good too.
“Kacchan,” Izuku pants afterwards when he lets him breathe a bit, the hot air over his face makes him wrinkle his nose, but he’s too interested in nudging his way between strong thighs to care, “Kacchan, I’ve, I’ve wanted this, forever, I can’t be just a friends with – friends with benefits thing, I have too many feelings—”
“Good, I have feelings too.” Katsuki tells him simply. He’s plucking at the waistband of the boxer-briefs, even as Izuku stares up at him like that.
“You,” He blows out shocked air, “really?!”
“Yeah, fucker, like I ever lie?!” Really, Deku, get with the program here.
“Oh.” He’s blinking dumbly, but he does shuffle a bit to help Katsuki strip him. He’s bare and naked in Katsuki’s bed and then Katsuki’s naked too, and its like the nerd has just completely forgotten about his mortal body as he starts to mumble.
“That was easier than I ever thought it would be, where’s the yelling? And the weeks of miscommunication, the pining, the crying, I fully expected to cry after this, so now what?” His brows are furrowed, but they smooth out in complete surprise when Katsuki has enough and yanks up on Izuku’s one leg, spreading him, palming his half-awoken cock and dragging his own erection over the fleshy cheeks he so much wanted to bite. Izuku seems to catch on that they’re buck fucking naked around there.
“K-K-K!” Izuku starts, flushing bright red, hands clasping over his face.
“You gonna keep talking, or let me dick you down the right way?” Katsuki says, warm and buzzing with success and triumph and reconciled feelings. “I made a few promises last night that I’m going to cash in.”
“Oh, Oh-kay, sure, yeah, that’s—” Izuku swallows audibly, cock swelling with arousal under Katsuki’s very gaze. “Let’s do that.”
Katsuki kisses him again, and they spend quite some time doing that, rocking together the way they had last night.
“Kacchan,” Izuku groans, dropping his head back and providing Katsuki access to his neck. Perfect blank skin ready for teeth marks. He jerks bodily, legs squeezing suddenly at the bright pain. “Kacchan!”
“You just saying my name or do you want something?” Katsuki mumbles, palming at that fucking juicy ass and teasing the head of his cock down between those cheeks.
“Just letting you know, if you don’t start opening me up, I’m gonna do it myself. I’m all clean from last night.” He had been planning on getting some, after all.
Katsuki snorts. “Oh, like that’s a threat.”
Izuku’s next smile is dark, darker than he anticipated, and it sends a frizzle of lust through his gut.
“Not a threat, Kacchan, just a warning.” He licks over his teeth and groans, wriggling with Katsuki’s tiny movements, rubbing his body all up in his space and short circuiting his brain a bit. “Here I thought you wanted to fuck me stupid, but it’s okay, not many can do it properly.” Oh, yeah, that there? That was a challenge.
“I eat sluts like you for breakfast,” Katsuki snarls, ripping himself away to physically throw Izuku around, turning him to his front and heaving his hips up into the air. Gasping with it, Izuku shudders when Katsuki’s hands heat against his ass, spreading him for his gaze, utterly taking what they want.
“Kaa—chan!” He squeals when Katsuki licks up between his cheeks with purpose. By all rights, it’s sweaty and gross since he didn’t shower last night, but Katsuki doesn’t even pause, smearing saliva up his cheeks and gripping, sinking teeth into sensitive skin and licking over and over and over. Izuku can feel his hole being licked into submission, wondering at his body for opening up so easily for Katsuki when it struggled for anyone else.
“Holy fuck, Kacchan, fuck,”
“I like it when you swear,” Katsuki draws back to growl, sinking a spit wet finger into his hole. It should be dry, it should catch, the friction should be too much but all of Izuku’s nerve endings were scrambled up this morning. It makes him bow his back, arching up for more, letting loose a moan so slutty he blushed at hearing it.
“Fuck, that’s my beautiful whore, just desperate for me, weren’t you? No dick could measure up, huh.” Katsuki snarls to himself, working another finger in beside the first and licking around them both, sucking hickies into the sweet juicy meat of his ass.
“Lu-lube, do you, you must have…” Izuku slurs a bit, hands seeking nothing on Katsuki’s sheets, pillows already sacrificed to the floor.
“Gonna get you wet like a cunt, fucked open and ready, that good, Deku?” Katsuki says, trying to calm his own arousal before he bursts right there across pink cheeks. He slaps one, watching the red bloom a bit. It would be very nice to come across those hand marks, wouldn’t it? Next time. Next time. He abandons Izuku for a moment to get the lube, shaking out all the condoms from the box in order to grab one.
“Wait, no, I want you to come in me,” Izuku whines, dazed eyes catching him and Katsuki grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes closed to ward off the sudden wave of lust that threatened his self-control.
“You fucking slut.” He bites out, leaning down to share Izuku’s taste with him, gross and disgusting at any other time but right now? Fucking filthy. “Desperate for a creampie? You got a breeding kink, too, whore? Want to get knocked up with my brats? I’ll fuck them right into you!” He laughs, savage, and scrambles up atop Izuku once more, shoving him face first into the blankets.
His head is shaking though, panting, even as Katsuki drains half the bottle over his upturned hole.
“No, not, not really, but I want to feel you leaking later,” His cheeks are pink, but he doesn’t even seem embarrassed by what he was admitting.
“You’ll leak me for the rest of your life, if I have anything to say about it,” Katsuki tells him lowly, dark, and Izuku seems to widen his knees in response. Katsuki slaps him again. Then as the cheeks jiggle, and the hole flexes, he slaps right over it, wet sounding and slick, but so good when Izuku jerks and squeals.
Working his fingers in, Katsuki ignores the mess they were, the lube, and stretches three fingers wide, trying to reach deeper. Izuku groans with it, mildly pained but with the way his hips work to take more, Katsuki guesses he likes it that way.
“Deku.” Katsuki calls for him, as he slicks up his cock. Izuku’s head swings around heavily, trying to see him and remain in position at the same time. Green eyes fix on his wet cock first, and it takes another call of his name to gain eye contact. Katsuki’s grinning, he knows he is, victorious.
“Deku,” he says to the man he’s loved for years, “You’re mine now, yeah? You’re my hole, and you're my nerd. Got it?”
“G-got it, Kacchan, are you—” Izuku’s eyes wide and water with his happy tears, but he’s interrupted by Katsuki drawing his mouth up and spitting right there at his hole.
“Holy fuck,” Izuku groans, bone deep, overwhelmed, collapsing and leaving it up to Katsuki to push forward and enter him, taking him over. “Kacchan—” He’s barely breathing, hyperventilating, scratching at the bed. “Kacchan!”
“How’s my whore like that?” Katsuki asks him, shaky, because he’s hot, the hottest Katsuki’s ever felt god, god, so good.
“So much,” Izuku whines around a mouthful of sheet, hips twitching and working, trying to get used to the new addition to his body. “So much, Kacchan, I love it, fuck me, fuck your—” He breaks off in a groan when Katsuki starts up thrusting, slow to start, careful, massaging his hole into accepting him, into warmed elastic ready for a pounding.
“My what?” Katsuki grips thick hips and pushes, shoving Izuku down a bit. He reaches and yanks the only pillow still within reach and shoves it under Izuku’s hips, hand palming over that slick dripping angry red cock on its way. Izuku shudders, hips punching hard enough it nearly destabilizes Katsuki.
Fuck, Izuku wanted it. Nobody else would be enough for Katsuki, and he’d be damn sure that Izuku never wanted anyone or anything else inside him.
“My slut? Is that what you mean? My whore? I’ve taken you now,” Katsuki pants as he thrusts, angling, working Izuku over so well the other man was dragging the side of his face back and forth with the motions, spit wetting his lips, “This is mine now, this hole, you, all of it,” Katsuki slaps the cheeks, hard, then harder, fucking forward tightly now, forcing himself deeper, churning Izuku up. He skims across the prostate, making Izuku scramble, and continues in that angle, driving Izuku mad.
“Holy—fuck!” Izuku shoves a hand under himself and tugs at his own cock, making Katsuki snarl and making himself cry it was so good. “Can I—I’m so!”
“Come, Deku!” Katsuki rushes to say, excited to see it, wanting Izuku to come all around him, and when he does oh, fuck yeah. Katsuki does him the kindness of slowing while he was coming, avoiding his prostate out of generosity, before he melts into the aftershocks and overstimulation. Then, Katsuki falls forward, wrapping himself entirely around Izuku and kissing his shoulder, his neck, whatever he can reach.
His hips punch, working, seeking out his own goal now, and fuck he wanted this to last longer, wanted to get Izuku off twice more at least, but he hadn’t expected how hot the man would be in bed, how needy, how much his hole would grasp at him, how his hands and arms and lips would seek him out and pull him in for it, giving his body over for Katsuki’s use not just with a smile, but with a moan.
“My fucking Deku, gonna have you every day for the rest of our lives,” Katuski says tightly, his orgasm threatening behind his eyes and tingling into his fingertips.
“Kacchan, yes, every day—” is his response, and well, if he continued to speak Katsuki couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears and the whiteness that that takes over his vision. He pants, forehead to sweaty back, cock filling up the space it resided with come, white and frothing with the way he’s been moving, and Izuku is shuddering in overstimulation, crying out these hurt, whining, satiated little sounds.
Katsuki raises high, not willing to disengage yet, and seeks out Izuku’s lips for a kiss, capturing Izuku’s head in his large palms and kissing until Izuku sighs and surrenders, letting him do as he likes, keeping his mouth open for it.
Shakily, Katsuki draws up and away, carefully pulling his cock out and wincing at the bright red puffy entrance, white speckled at the hole and around it. God, he fucked him good, didn’t he?
Collapsing to his side, Katsuki ignores the mewls of protest and pulls Izuku into his arms, gentle now that the lust and desire had burned itself out and leaving behind a softness he just knows is in his face.
Izuku stares up at him from his chest, cheek squished up against his pec, and his eyes are devoted and loving. Petting over green hair, Katsuki stares back, unwilling to break whatever spell he’d put into the other with his cock, and they sit there until their breathing evens out and their hearts resume normal pacing.
“All yours now, Kacchan.” Izuku sighs eventually, licking over dry lips and lids working closed on a dreamy blink. “Hope you’re ready.”
Katsuki snorts. “Don’t be insulting. I’m more than enough for you, nerd.”
Humming a moan that vibrates through them both, Izuku slides his palm down a strong stomach and abdomen, drawing lightly over the tacky cock still half chubbed from effort, which twitches against the touch.
“The perfect amount, I think.” Izuku mumbles, licking over Katsuki’s nipple, and he groans, body tapping out without any water or food to keep it going, despite his libido waking up and trying to convince him he could fuck all that sass out of his nerd.
They doze, and its perfect.
But, as per usual, Izuku needs words to confirm it. He needs to know, for certain.
He raises his head, and Katsuki glares at him from squinting red eyes. God, he’s beautiful. And everything Izuku has ever wanted.
“I love you, Kacchan, you know that right?” He says, unable to muster even a bare sense of nerves, because all that? All that physical touch, the loving Katsuki had just done? That spoke so much of Katsuki’s feelings, Izuku felt certain of his welcome.
“’Course I do.” Katsuki lays a heavy arm around Izuku’s shoulders and weighing him down back to his chest for more cuddles. The fingers around his shoulder and neck are gentle and sweet, caressing him, and Izuku presses his loving smile to them. “I…you too. You know.”
It flushes him with giddiness, and he buries his nose further into the man, so happy he feels like he’s about to burn up into a crisp of pure glee.
“Yeah, I know.” A moment, as he beams into pale skin, eyelashes fluttering over a twice-broken collarbone.
“Was that some good fucking D?” Katsuki rumbles to him, smug and fucked loose. “What was it, eight days?”
Izuku snorts, laughing and wincing with the jostling. He shifts his lower half, drawing one knee up and over Katsuki’s bare leg, pressing his half hard cock to the thigh and feeling his ass leak wetness just a bit more (unsettling, but hot, the mark of Katsuki inside him).
“Well, probably about four days, really.” He says honestly, and perhaps with a bit of teasing. The silence that follows speaks volumes. “Don’t worry though, that’s already miles better than anyone before, trust me, you’re doing---” He squeaks when he’s rolled over and Katsuki forces his way between his legs and pokes his sharp nose behind his ear. Clasping Katsuki to his chest, Izuku laughs as he listens to Katsuki’s own grumbling, how he’d show him, and only four fucking days, as if!
As they work up to that age-old rocking again, sticky and wet and thirsty and hungry, Izuku blinks at the ceiling and knows that he would fight the whole world to keep this.
“Earth to fucking Deku, I’m trying to fuck you here—”