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“Come on, Nerd, how much longer you gonna keep me waitin’ out here?” Katsuki shouted from his spot on the couch. Izuku had been getting dressed in the bedroom for at least half an hour now. Katsuki had been banned from entry.
“Hang on, I’m coming!” Came the reply from down the hallway, followed by a series of bangs and thuds that Katsuki knew meant Deku was still in the process of considering, and then discarding, every single item in his entire wardrobe. He was making such a damn mess, he just knew it.
Katsuki sighed, and looked at his watch. They were already running late. They were headed on a rare outing; a club for Ashido Mina’s birthday. An actual nightclub. Katsuki hadn’t been to a club since his early twenties, and even then, it hadn’t been an experience he’d particularly relished. Not one he had enjoyed at all, in fact. But Mina had insisted that it was an excuse to get the gang together, and booked a VIP table at the venue of choice, Heroes ‘n’ Villains. Katsuki scoffed at the name. Did they think their profession was some kind of joke? Pathetic.
It was already 9.30pm, and they were supposed to be heading over to Ashido and Kirishima’s place to have a drink together, before the mayhem began. Except Izuku had holed himself up in their room trying to figure out what to wear.
“Ok, ok, ok!” Izuku shouted, scurrying down the hall. “How do I look?”
Katsuki turned to look at him, and promptly gawped, mouth open. On his upper half, Izuku had on a tight-fitting, teal-coloured t-shirt that matched his eyes; although the short sleeves appeared to be a normal, cotton-esque material, the central panel was made of a light mesh, through which his abs, pecs and nipples were very much apparent. His bottom half was encased in tight fitting black pants... were those... leather?
“Holy shit, short stuff, you can see everything in that get up.”
“I look dumb, don’t I,” Deku said, clearly self-conscious. “Uraraka convinced me to buy this stuff years ago. Ok, back to the drawing board-”
“Hey, hey,” Katsuki interjected, grabbing Izuku’s wrist to hold him in place. “You look hot as fuck. M’just not used to seeing you like this.”
He steadied a hand on each of Deku’s shoulders and held him at arm’s length.
“The real problem is, now we can’t go out at all.”
“Huh, why not-”
“Because I’m gonna eat you alive before you get a chance to walk out that door.”
Izuku laughed and playfully batted him away, squirming out of his grip as Katsuki grabbed him around the waist and pulled him closer.
“Hey, stop, we’ve gotta go!” He cried in protest, ducking out of Katsuki’s hold. “Are you gonna get dressed too?”
Katsuki suddenly loosened his grip, placing his hands on his hips, offended.
“The fuck you mean. I am dressed.”
Izuku eyed the baggy black jeans, and faded skull t-shirt.
“Kacchan, you’ve had that t-shirt since we were teenagers, it barely even fits you anymore!”
“All the better to show off my fuckin’ massive biceps,” he retorted.
Deku sighed. “Ok, whatever you say, big guy. Now let’s go, shall we?”
***
The club was thumping, and the crowd was loving it.
It was a well-known watering hole for Heroes, providing adoring fans many an opportunity to get up close and personal with their favourite Pros. Katsuki, Izuku and their friends were bundled into a small leather booth, set back slightly from the rest of the club. A red rope draped in front of the entrance, giving them at least a few feet of respite from the public at large. Kaminari, Sero, Uraraka, Iida, Ashido and Kirishima; all of them had made it out, and were busy gossiping and shouting at each other over the music. Todoroki had lasted about ten minutes before he’d slunk off home, muttering that it was not his scene.
Izuku was perched next to Katsuki at the end of the row, delighting in the laughter and warmth of his friends.
Denki and Sero were in some sort of competition at the other end of the table, stacking beer bottles to see who could make the tallest, and most precarious, tower in front of them. Kirishima and Bakugou shouted instructions and suggestions from their seats, Katsuki firmly on team Kaminari. As Denki carefully placed a final bottle atop his pyramid, Sero’s tape snuck out and grabbed it away, the whole construction collapsing in a loud clatter of glass. Bakugou threw his hands up in disbelief at the blatant cheating.
Denki placed a finger on Sero’s arm and let out a quick zing of electricity, making Sero’s entire body jolt for an instant, his hair standing on end. Ashido fell about laughing, while Iida and Uraraka set about clearing up the mess.
Katsuki sat back, arms crossed and satisfied. “Serves that flat faced fucker right.”
Izuku gazed sideways at Katsuki tenderly, a small smile on his lips.
“What’s up with you?” Katsuki asked, softly.
“I just feel... content right now. With this, with everything,” Izuku replied. “I made it as a Pro Hero, I work at a great Agency, and now I’m here, with my friends... with you.”
Katsuki grinned. “You’re one soppy bastard, aren’t ya?” Izuku grinned back at him in return, eyes dropping to Katsuki’s lips.
“I guess I am...” he murmured, as he began to lean forward, closing the distance between them.
Katsuki quickly put out a hand to stop him. “Hey, Midoriya, remember where we are.”
The happy, content look on Izuku’s face fell away at once, replaced by a frown and a sigh.
“Yeah, yeah, ok, I know,” he said, slumping back against the booth.
“Hey, what you pouting for?” Katsuki grunted. “We agreed, it’s better if the public don’t know-”
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m a little sick of thinking like that. Maybe I just want to be able to kiss my so-called boyfriend every once in a while, without having to scan the perimeter first.”
Katsuki was taken aback by the sudden anger and frustration in the words.
“The fuck you getting so worked up about?” He snapped back. “We can do whatever the fuck we want when we’re at home-”
Izuku let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Uh-huh, when we’re at home. Away from prying eyes, right?”
Katsuki was confused. “Yeah, that’s fucking right,” he replied. “We both know what would happen if we were open about this, about us. We both know the reaction we’d face, what would happen to our ratings-”
“Maybe I’ve stopped giving a fuck about my rating,” Izuku snapped back, angrily.
Katsuki knew that wasn’t true. He searched his mind for the right words to diffuse the situation, to get back to the serene, satisfied Izuku from a few moments before. How had the moment gone so downhill so quickly?
Out of the crowd, a nervous looking man, perhaps a little younger than them, approached the table. He was skinny, but definitely cute, full lips, large brown eyes, and dyed blue hair. He edged closer to the rope separating the Heroes from the rest of the party-goers, clenching and unclenching his fingers, clearly psyching himself up.
“Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you, but... are you the Hero Deku?” he asked, raising his voice above the thrum.
Izuku turned to face the man, instantaneously softening his features from the frown he had been aiming at Katsuki, to a soft, polite smile. His Hero face. The goddam nerd always made sure he was affable and calm when speaking to a member of the public, no matter the setting or situation. Part of his whole ‘Symbol of Peace’ thing. It made Katsuki mad as hell. They were in the middle of a fight for God’s sake.
“That’s me,” he responded, cordially.
“Oh wow, I’m a big fan,” the blue-haired man said, eyes wide. “You’re such an icon to me and my friends!”
Izuku’s smile remained in place. “Thank you,” he said warmly. “Just doing my job.”
Blue-hair closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Izuku waited patiently.
“Hey, so, I know you’ll probably say no,” he blurted out suddenly. “-and that’s cool, totally cool, but... any chance you wanna dance with me?”
There was a slight pause. Katsuki waited for the courteous rebuke, for Izuku to thank the man, but decline his offer, to carefully extricate himself from the situation. Another few seconds ticked by. Why was he taking so goddamn long about it, he should just reject the loser and move on.
“Sure, why not.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. “What the f-”
Izuku spun in his seat to glare at him. “Guess I might as well, right?” he said. “Not like anyone else is going to ask me to dance tonight.”
With that, he stood, and edged his way out of the booth. Katsuki slumped as if he’d just been punched, full of outrage and downright fury. He watched, helpless, as the blue-haired bastard smiled ear-to-ear, and held out a hand to Izuku.
Izuku fucking took it and allowed himself to be led off into the crowd.
Incandescent with rage, Katsuki slammed a fist down on the table, rattling bottles, and silencing the rest of the group, who had been happily chatting and laughing away. They turned to look at Katsuki, whose eyes were still watching some fucking loser twink lead his boyfriend away by the hand. Consensually.
“Oh boy,” Kirishima muttered, eyes flitting between Katsuki and the disappearing Izuku. He flicked a glance at the others, signalling for them to continue with their conversations. He slipped his arm from Mina’s shoulder, and turned himself towards Katsuki.
“Everything alright, bro?” he asked.
“Does it fucking look like everything’s alright,” Katsuki growled, teeth gritted in an ugly scowl.
“You guys- you guys seemed to be doing good just now, seemed to be happy-” Kirishma began.
“WE’RE FUCKING ECSTATIC,” Katsuki shouted, earning more looks, this time from the surrounding clubbers.
“Ok, ok, chill, Bakugou, just for a second,” Kirishima hushed, both hands up in a diplomatic gesture. “You wanna tell me what’s going on with you and green bean?”
Katsuki sighed angrily, and scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “He- he wants to go public. About us.”
Kirishima nodded slowly. “Ah... ok... gotcha. And you’re not cool with that.”
“Of course I’m not fucking cool with it, the press’d have a fucking field day. Our approval ratings’d tank.”
“Would they, though?” Kirishima asked slowly, carefully. “Do you think your ratings would really dive bomb that bad, just because people found out that you’re together?”
“I don’t fucking know,” Katsuki snapped back. “But I do know that it’s our private life, and it’s no-one else’s goddamn business but mine and his.”
“That’s true...” Kirishima replied, still careful. “But... I don’t know, bro, it kinda seems like this is important to Midoriya... it’s not like him to do... that.” He gestured his head to the spot where Izuku had been swallowed up by the crowd. Katsuki ground his teeth so hard he felt a faint crunch.
“Look, dude, I’m not gonna tell you what to do-”
“Good fuckin’ move-”
“But! I guess all I’d ask you is, what’s most important to you? Deep down. Is it your approval ratings, and being the Number One Hero, or is it... him. And you.”
Katsuki was silent, chewing at the inside of his mouth.
“Ok, let me put it another way. Out of those two things, which would you be more devastated to lose?” Kirishima asked, gently.
Katsuki sighed, and screwed his face up tight. He knew the answer. He knew, and he didn’t like it. Eijirou somehow knew the answer too, despite his silence.
“I think you gotta go get him,” he said. “I think you gotta go show him that.”
Katsuki cursed, leaning both arms on the table, head in his hands. He knew shitty hair was right. In a sudden movement, he pushed himself back into a seated position, head resting back against the wall. He grabbed the closest drink in front of him (a pink Cosmo that Kirishima had been inexplicably sipping at), and downed it in one. He scrunched up his face at the sickly-sweet liquid. “Fuck, that’s disgusting,” he grumbled, pushing himself up to begin edging out of the booth.
“Hey, Bakugou! Where you going?” Kaminari protested from the other end of the table. Katsuki ignored him.
As he began to stride into the throng of dancing bodies, he heard Kirishima speak in a hushed, conspiratorial tone to the group, clearly under the impression that he was out of Katsuki’s earshot.
“He’s going to go get his man.”
***
Katsuki spied Deku and the blue-haired twink almost instantly. Their bright hair together made them looked like a fucking popsicle. Izuku had his eyes closed, arms reaching above his head and into the air, bopping his hips rhythmically in time with the music. The blue bastard had his eyes fixed on the Pro Hero in wonderment, mirroring his movements, every now and again attempting to brush a hand against Izuku’s sides.
Katsuki stormed over to them, slamming a hand down on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Hey, fuck off,” he said, low and threatening.
“Huh?” blue-hair turned in surprise.
“I said, fuck.. off,” Katsuki repeated slowly. “And I’m done asking nicely.”
Blue-hair looked terrified at the sight of Dynamight standing before him, seething and angry.
“Oh, um, ok, sorry! Sorry! I’ll get out of your way Mr Dynamight, Sir,” his voice was high and pathetic. Katsuki didn’t watch him scamper away, but instead kept his eyes trained on Izuku, who had folded his arms across his chest, clearly anticipating another confrontation.
The crowd around them had begun to edge away, and there was an audible intake of breath at the sight of the two Pro Heros in their midst, seemingly sizing each other up for a fight. The tension stung in the air around them.
Katsuki took a step towards Izuku, never breaking his gaze. But instead of barking out curses, as Izuku no doubt expected, he simply reached out and clamped his hands on the shorter man’s hips, bringing his own in close so that they were nearly nose-to-nose. He slowly, cautiously, began to move their hips together from side-to-side, in time with the music.
The crowd around them looked nonplussed, not sure what to say or do. At the centre of it all, Izuku’s glare had begun to fall away, his face softening in realisation. He let his crossed arms fall, instead reaching them up to slide around the back of Katsuki’s neck.
Katsuki would bet on the fact that Izuku was holding back tears, instead allowing a small, grateful smile to form on his lips. Izuku ran his hands up the back of Katsuki’s neck, diving his fingers into the spiky blonde hair. He joined Katsuki’s movements, swaying his hips and gazing deep into his eyes. Then, he spun suddenly so that his back was against Katsuki’s chest, ass to Katsuki’s crotch, and lifted an arm behind him to stay hooked around Katsuki’s neck. He was really letting loose, putting on a show.
Someone was filming on their phone, and Katsuki had to use every ounce of willpower not to jump forward and smash the stupid phone beneath his boot. He breathed in and out slowly, letting the alcohol wash over him, and focused his attention on Izuku, on their connected bodies, on the free abandon with which he moved, totally in the moment and the music.
Geez, this was sure going to give the papers something to print in the morning.
***
After at least half an hour of what had become fully-fledged grinding on the dancefloor, Izuku finally turned to Katsuki and leaned in close.
“Let’s go home,” he said into his ear.
Katsuki’s thoughts were running through his mind a mile-a-minute, a mixture of elation at the heat of their bodies thrust up against each other, and the sheer terror at the fact that the crowd had barely torn their gaze from them the entire time. Several of them had whooped, and applauded at the display. There was no doubt that any inkling of the privacy Katsuki had fought to protect was now in tatters. They were going to have to do a fucking press conference or something.
Katsuki nodded, and Deku grabbed his hand, leading him through the throng of people, back to the table to pick up their things. As they approached, their friends looked up, eyes wide.
“Aww, you guys made up!” Mina squealed. “And you discovered PDA! Congrats, my babies!”
“Did it have to be quite so fucking graphic,” Kaminari muttered, still loud enough for them all to hear.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “We’re going home.”
“Ooh, hard pass on any more information than that, thanks sweetie,” Mina responded. “We all know you’re off to fuck each other’s brains out, so don’t feel the need to stay on my account.”
Katsuki did his best to ignore her, scowling while he collected their belongings.
Izuku looked nervously up their friends, giving the group a small wave.
“Oh, you’re shy now are you,” Katsuki cried incredulously. “Not shy enough for that little performance out there though, huh?”
Kirishima and Ashido fell into a fit of giggles at the outburst, rolling against each other and hiding behind their hands. Iida nudged them in the ribs with an elbow, and Uraraka gave Izuku and Katsuki a gentle smile. “Get home safe, guys!”
Katsuki stood to his full height and placed a hand on each of Deku’s shoulders, firmly guiding him towards the exit. They continued to garner stares from the crowd around them, and one very brave, very stupid, voice shouted “yeah, put your back into it Dynamight!”.
Katsuki glowered back at anyone who dared to glance their way, mentally decapitating them with his eyes. Izuku bundled ahead, picking up the pace until he was practically skipping out through the door. When Izuku turned and glanced back over his shoulder, Katsuki could see that the little creep looked giddy, practically giggling.
The cold air bit into their skin as they made their way outside, a welcome reprieve from the sweaty, stagnant heat of crowded bodies they’d left behind. Katsuki fumbled into his pocket for his phone. “I’ll call a cab,” he said, head down.
Izuku grabbed at his hand, pulling him further along the street.
“No,” he breathed, whirling his face back to Katsuki once more. “Not yet.”
There was a line of people winding round the side of the club, bright young things all dressed to the nines in various cool and colourful get ups. One or two heads turned in recognition at the sight of them, two Pro Heroes, now running down the street hand-in-hand.
Katsuki sighed again. It never rained but it sure as hell fucking poured.
“Where the fuck are we going, Deku,” he asked, voice tired and coarse. Even he had had to shout even louder than normal to be heard in the club. Izuku continued to pull him along by the tips of his fingers, but turned back to Katsuki momentarily with a grin. “C’mon, this way.”
After a couple of blocks, Izuku rounded the corner of a narrow alleyway, scattered with dumpsters and bags of garbage. It was clearly a service entrance, used to load and unload deliveries, and take out the trash.
“What the-” Katsuki began, before Deku cut him off by pushing him into the back entryway of a restaurant, kitchen door locked given the late hour, set back slightly from the rest of the alley.
Shielded from sight...
“Oh, how fucking romantic,” Katsuki muttered. “How d’you even know about this spot off the top of your head, you little pervert, you take all your old hook-ups here, huh?”
Deku had backed himself up against the kitchen door so that his body was flush against the metal, head tilted back so that his chin angled up, and his eyes locked on Katsuki’s crimson gaze. His long, dark eyelashes looked heavy, seductive, but when he spoke, his voice was serious and sincere as ever.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan... for back there. I shouldn’t have done that.” He reached out into the gap between them and coiled his fingers into the front of Katsuki’s t-shirt, slowly pulling him in until their hips met, their bodies making a vee shape away from one another so that their eye contact was maintained.
“Which bit?” Katsuki huffed, annoyed, but also utterly distracted by Deku’s full, pouty pink lips, and the scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He was annoying, but God was he cute.
“All of it, I guess,” Izuku replied, his voice low and apologetic. “I just... I’m just so tired of hiding it all the time. I’m not scared anymore. I want people to know I’m yours.”
Katsuki’s eyes flittered across Deku’s face, pausing on those wide, green eyes, gazing up at him, honest and hopeful like the first ray of sunshine after a downpour.
“Mine,” Katsuki repeated slowly.
Deku held his gaze for a second, and nodded.
“I’m yours, Kacchan, just yours,” he said, his breath a whisper. “That’s why I dragged you here. I need- I wanted to show you... I couldn’t wait until we got home-”
He gave a quick tug of the hand still fisted in Katsuki’s shirt and brought their faces close, lips brushing together, softly... tenderly for a moment.
Izuku pulled away, his eyes looking drugged, lids heavy. “Mmm,” he hummed.
Katsuki could already feel lust swelling within him at the sheer sight of that face, stupid goddam Deku. Katsuki had no self-control around him. Deku had him wrapped around his little fucking finger. Katsuki knew he’d give him anything he ever wanted.
Katsuki took a sharp breath, and grabbed the back of Izuku’s neck, guiding him back to his mouth. This time their kiss quickly descending into a flurry of thirst, and want, and desire. Katsuki’s lips parted immediately to let Izuku’s needy tongue into his mouth, eagerly licking into the sweet, wet darkness between them.
Deku groaned into the kiss. “I’m sorry,” he said again into Katsuki’s mouth, between lunges of tongue. “I’m sorry.”
“You said that already,” Katsuki breathed, pulling back slightly and quickly nipping at Deku’s chin. “Now’s the time to shut the fuck up and apologize.”
Izuku let out a tiny gasp, and dipped his head down to catch Katsuki’s lips with his own, his hands now roaming Katsuki’s broad shoulders and back, down his sides, his fingers looping into his belt as their kiss raged on. Katsuki reached his own hands down past Deku’s back, cupping lush handfuls of generous ass in each palm.
“Mm, Kacchan,” Izuku moaned quietly into his mouth, positioning a thigh between Katsuki’s legs so that he could grind against the hard swell that begun to form there. Katsuki growled in appreciation at the friction, and let his hips rut slowly against Deku’s leg.
His mouth had moved to Izuku’s neck, where he was kissing and sucking the sensitive line of throat. He knew he was going to leave harsh, purple marks that would remain in place well beyond the following day. But that was Deku’s problem, he’d have to wear a turtleneck or something. Now that everyone was in on their secret, it hardly seemed to matter.
Without warning, Izuku suddenly drew back and broke their embrace, a playful grin on his face as he twisted from Katuki’s grasp, and grabbed him by the arms, spinning him with strong hands so that Katsuki was the one up against the wall. It gave Katsuki a dangerous thrill to know that Deku could send him sailing through the air to the other side of the alleyway, if he wanted to. He liked knowing that when Izuku caressed his body with a gentle touch, it was very much intentional.
Once he had, not so gently, slammed Katsuki up against the door, Deku unceremoniously dropped to his knees, and began fumbling with Katsuki’s belt.
Katsuki glanced over Deku’s head, eyeing the alleyway behind them.
“Y’know, it’s one thing dancing with me in public, but we’re on the verge of starring in our own goddamn porno right now,” Katsuki grumbled. “You sure you know what you’re doing here, Nerd?”
Izuku unzipped Katsuki’s fly, and reached into his boxers, his eyes fixated on the prize beneath. He quickly, carefully freed Katsuki’s cock from its constraints, and let it bob upwards, standing to attention. He nuzzled at it lovingly with the side of his face, and lifted it to rest on his cheek as he looked back up to meet Katsuki’s eyes.
“I’m relying on you to keep a look out, Mr Hero,” he murmured, voice sweet and thick as syrup. “Make sure you don’t end up too distracted, huh?”
“Oh fuck,” Katsuki choked out, as Izuku opened his smart mouth and licked a warm tongue against the head of Katsuki’s dick. His eyes still holding Katsuki’s gaze, he circled a stroke up and around the tip, pausing across the slit to savour the pre-cum that had gathered there.
“You taste good,” he cooed, circling his tongue again.
Katsuki gritted his teeth to hold back another curse word. He would never get over the sight of Deku, endlessly brave and seemingly fearless to the outside world, on his knees before him, so eager to please, relishing every moment. Every time Izuku sucked his cock it was like a new revelation.
After toying with the head of Katsuki’s dick until it was raging and swollen with want, Izuku finally opened his lips wide, and began to take the length of it into his mouth. His tongue worked the underside of his shaft as he swallowed Katsuki down, making sure that every surface of his cock was wet and slippery with saliva. He took Katsuki down, down, slowly, slowly, almost all the way to the hilt, before he coughed, and slid himself off again.
Katsuki’s lips were parted at the sheer pleasure he felt radiating from his pulsing dick, a warm, sharp wash of heat over him, like the millisecond after turning the temperature up in the shower. Goosebumps slid down his bare arms in the cold night air, his whole body cool, but for the hot, wet centre of him. He laid a hand to rest atop Izuku’s head, curling his fingers into the forest green curls, as Deku began to bob up and down, again and again.
Izuku’s eyes were closed now, a hint of moisture at the outer corners, as he concentrated wholeheartedly on sucking down and swallowing Katsuki deep. His hand gripped the base of Katsuki’s shaft firmly, grazing against his balls every time his lips descended to meet his fist. Every now and then Izuku would sloppily, lazily unleash his grip to stroke his hand up and down Katsuki’s length, hard and tight, the way he liked it. Then his unrelenting mouth would be back down again, his cheeks hollowed, tongue constantly searching and swirling.
Izuku’s hair was a mess from the hand that Katsuki grasped into it, now carefully exerting slight pressure as Deku slid down. Katsuki flicked his eyes back up to the alleyway, taking stock of his own feral gasps, and Deku’s hungry, appreciative moans, to gauge just how loud they were being... and just how far away any passers-by were likely to be...
He estimated that they were probably fine, and determined that either way, he would set fire to the first motherfucker that dared to disturb them.
His eyes firmly back on Izuku’s face, Katsuki groaned aloud at the sight of his thick cock disappearing into Deku’s pink, sweet mouth, and the look of greed on Deku’s face as he suddenly looked up and caught Katsuki’s eye. Katsuki couldn’t help himself, he leaned back against the metal door, and gently fucked into Izuku’s warm mouth, his hand still resting on his lover’s head.
“Nngh,” Izuku moaned. Unintelligibly, but it sounded enthusiastic, so Katsuki took it as further encouragement.
“Fuck, Deku, where’d you learn to suck cock like that?” Katsuki shuddered. “It better not have been with anyone else but me, because you’re mine, a little slut for me down on your knees and no-one else.”
Izuku nodded his head in agreement, throat still filled with Katsuki’s dick. He pulled his head back and grabbed the hard pink rod to pump it with his hand, once, twice.
“Only for you, Kacchan,” he breathed vehemently, his voice cracked.
Then his mouth was around Katsuki’s dick again, letting out little gasps of satisfaction as he went, and Katsuki’s pleasure was swelling and swelling inside him, a wave that was about to break. He laced his fingers through Deku’s hair more urgently this time, and thrust shallowly forward into the wet and the warmth.
“Fuck, Deku- I'm gonna-” Katsuki bit out, jaw clenched.
“Mhmm,” Izuku moaned encouragingly, as he upped his pace even further, his hand and mouth twisting and sucking down relentlessly.
Katsuki saw white as he unloaded into Izuku’s mouth with a final groan, head falling back, legs trembling and pulsing with the release. His hips stuttered a few tiny final thrusts into Izuku’s mouth, fingers raking at Izuku’s hair as he let his body return back to its earthly surroundings.
Izuku swallowed and pulled away, licking at his lips and swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He rocked back on his knees, surveying Katsuki’s body as it loomed over him. Katsuki reached out a hand, and Deku took it, pulling himself up, falling against Katsuki to kiss him. He tasted of cum and cock, and Katsuki revelled in the fact that his boyfriend always seemed to absolutely delight in the taste and scent of him.
Katsuki pushed Izuku’s damp locks away from his forehead, as Izuku grinned up at him widely.
“How does that do for an apology?” he asked, dimples framing the seductive smile.
“Haah,” Katsuki sighed, breath knocked from his lungs. “Yep. That about does it.”
Izuku grinned again, taking Katsuki’s hand as he rearranged his clothes with the other, still utterly dishevelled, and led him back into the alleyway, towards the main street.
“I hope that hasn’t taken it out of you completely, though, big guy,” Izuku said, with a wink. “Because now we need to go home for round two...”
Katsuki groaned again, and scrubbed a hand over his face as he let Deku pull him back out into the light, eyes bleary and focused solely on that perky, insistent ass as it swayed just out of reach.
“You are going to fucking kill me, Midoriya,” he said, utterly helpless.