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Izuku put his shoes and backpack into the locker beside his sleep pod, keeping aside only a small crossbody bag containing his mobile, wallet, headphones, and charging cable. He slung the bag’s strap over his shoulder as he scrambled the locker’s combination lock. He was so tired. The bright lights and bustle of the airport whirled around behind him as he slid open the capsule door and crawled inside.
The green-haired man sighed heavily as he flopped himself onto his side and pushed the compartment door closed with his big toe. He was supposed to be home by now, in his own flat, in his own bed, surrounded by his comforting mountain of hero squishes. Unfortunately, the green-haired man wouldn’t be afforded those comforts anytime soon.
A massive storm was causing major flooding with high winds and lightning. Needless to say, Izuku’s flight was canceled. The company had been able to reschedule him for the next possible flight, but it wouldn’t be until morning, supposing the storm had passed and the runways adequately drained. It wasn’t fair—Izuku wanted to be home already—but the weather had nothing to do with fairness.
The green-haired man had been on a three-week mandatory sabbatical from work. The company claimed Izuku was “overworking” himself, and so he was forced to select from their prearranged vacation packages and kiss Japan and hero work goodbye. The sabbatical had been nice enough, of course—beautiful beaches, delicious food, historical sightseeing, and plenty of downtime. But for Izuku, even a thoroughly planned vacation was somewhat stressful—a break was a break from routine, from the life he’d meticulously arranged for himself. The company couldn’t understand that their efforts to provide Izuku with rest and rejuvenation would be thwarted by his own anxieties. This isn’t to say it had been all bad. The sabbatical was largely enjoyable; it was merely that the green-haired man was ready for it to be over now.
As Izuku figured out how to adjust the multi-colored LEDs in his capsule, he noticed the crossbody bag light up and vibrate. It was his mobile, he realized, unzipping the bag. Furthermore, it was a FaceTime call from Katsuki. Izuku scrambled to answer the call, attempting to quickly shift himself into a flattering position and angle for the camera.
“H-hi Kacchan!” He greeted, still adjusting himself in the frame. Izuku’s heart was already racing inside his chest, pumping blood loud in his ears as he aimed to appear nonchalant and attractive despite having been traveling for the last eight hours.
Katsuki calling or texting or FaceTiming was a relatively new thing—it had started just before the forced sabbatical and had kept happening all throughout. The reason it had begun at all was that, impossibly, Izuku had hooked up with the blond after a work function. They’d both been a bit drunk, but not enough they didn’t fully remember what had happened. And apparently, Katsuki liked it enough to keep calling Izuku, even when he was thousands of kilometers away.
The green-haired man was practically Pavlov'd. Now, whenever his mobile got a notification, there was a chance it was Katsuki. And if it was Katsuki, then there was a high probability a risqué photo or a video was waiting for him. But a FaceTime call really only meant one thing at this point. Izuku was glad he was in the tiny sleeping pod where he had a modicum of privacy rather than out in the airport terminal.
“Deku—” the blond’s voice was slurred, and his face was red with alcohol flush, “you’re—you’re supposed to be here.”
“Ah, yes, I know. Sorry, but the flight was canceled— c-can’t really control the weather, unfortunately. Didn’t you get my text?”
“Of course I did,” he grumbled, head thunking against the white wall behind him. And then, under his breath, “Shitty nerd.”
“Why is, uh, why is Kacchan drunk?” Izuku asked, laying back against the pillowed surface of the capsule wall.
“Why are you in a fucking space-age nightclub?”
“What?” Izuku laughed, shifting his head as he tried to figure out what the other man was talking about. He realized, belatedly, that it must be the rainbow of LEDs surrounding him. “You mean the sleeping pod? I’m at an airport capsule hotel, Kacchan.”
“Whatever. Why are you there?”
“Wha—you know why! My flight was canceled!”
“Well,” he hiccuped, “that’s why I’m drunk.”
“Kacchan is drunk because of me?” Izuku asked incredulously.
“That’s what I said.” The mobile slipped in Katsuki’s hand, and for a moment, Izuku was able to see a very familiar All Might-themed doormat.
“Wait, are you outside my apartment?”
“Maybe,” Kacchan huffed, “Alright, yes. It was closer.”
“Closer to what?”
“The bar.”
“The bar?”
“Yes, Deku! Keep up! I was obviously at the bar—where else would I have gotten drunk?”
“I don’t understand—there are several perfectly good bars within walking distance of your apartment. What were you doing at a bar near mine?”
“Ugh,” Katsuki pressed his palm flat against his brow, “I thought you were fucking smart. Can’t you put two and two together?”
“Were…” Izuku could scarcely believe he was going to ask, “were you waiting for me?”
“Ding, ding, ding, we’ve got a winner.”
The green-haired man bit his lip as he stared down at his phone screen. “I’m sorry, Kacchan.”
“S’not your fault,” he sighed, looking back up at his own mobile and meeting Izuku’s gaze through the screen, “just wanted to surprise you, is all.”
“I’m still surprised,” Izuku reassured him, “but, er, shall I tell you where I keep the spare key?”
“That would be fucking brilliant, actually,” he said as the video feed whirled with motion as Katsuki stood up, “since I’m not going home now.”
“Kacchan is going to spend the night in my flat?” Izuku could not suppress the rising squeal in his voice nor the way his free hand came up to slap his chest in excitement.
“I’ve done it before,” the blond grumbled.
“Like, twice,” the green-haired man chuckled, “and I was there for it.”
“Yeah, well, if there weren’t a fucking hurricane between us,” Katsuki frowned and made a vague gesture with his hands that the camera didn’t capture, “Where’s the key, Izuku?”
“Oh! Right! You know my novelty Edgeshot door knocker?”
“Mhm?”
“Well, it’s magnetic, and inside the base is the key!”
The blond man put his phone down, ostensibly so he could pull the door knocker off and retrieve the key. Izuku heard rustling, and a telltale clank as the metal back of the door knocker dropped on the other side of the door.
“Okay, got it,” Katsuki called out, “but I’m not putting this shitty thing back in place.”
“That’s alright!” the green-haired man chirped as the other man picked up his phone again, the rush of color making Izuku slightly dizzy. “It’s easier to fix with two people anyway.”
The blond hummed and locked Izuku’s apartment door behind him. Then, Izuku watched as the other slipped off his shoes, dropped the key on the kitchen counter, and padded down the corridor to Izuku’s bedroom. Katsuki threw himself onto the bed and audibly sighed as he collapsed into the pile of soft heroes.
Izuku giggled as he beheld Katsuki bury his head in the collection, rubbing a cheek into the duvet. “Still kinda smells like you,” he mumbled just loud enough for the other to hear.
“Ah, sorry about that.”
“Nah, s’good. I miss you.” Katsuki turned his face and pulled the phone closer so all Izuku could see was a single red, unblinking eye.
“I miss Kacchan too. I’ve missed him every day,” Izuku whispered, his throat tight.
“You got earbuds or something?” Katsuki asked, apropos of nothing.
“Er, yeah? I have my wireless headphones right here.”
“Well, you better get ‘em synced up.”
“W-why?”
“Come on, why d'ya think, Freckles?” Katsuki husked, “I miss you. A lot.”
Izuku felt a hot flush spread across his face as he processed the other’s words. He’d momentarily forgotten what a FaceTime call with Katsuki meant. “G-give me a moment!”
“Mm,” the blond hummed, “gotta get your dolls out of the way first anyway.”
“They’re not dolls!” Izuku protested as he unzipped his bag and pulled out his trusted noise-canceling headphones. Hurriedly, he powered them on and thrust them over his ears as the audio connected.
“Whatever,” Katsuki was laughing, but no longer in frame as he collected several arm-loads of squishes and moved them carefully from the bed and to the floor.
“Please treat them gently! Also, I’m connected, Kacchan!” Izuku said as he repositioned himself in the pod. He wanted to be able to use both of his hands and still see and be seen by Katsuki. Thus, he propped the phone up on a small shelf along one of the walls.
“I wouldn’t harm a hair on their little fucking felt—or whatever—heads.”
“Thank you, Kacchan.”
The blond came back into frame, lying down on the bed and pulling a light blue clump of fabric up to his face, “Look what I found.”
“Is that my sleep shirt?”
“Mhm, found it on the floor by your bed.”
“Oops, I guess it didn’t quite make it to the hamper.”
“Oh, you left more dirty laundry?”
“Kacchan, please don’t go digging through the hamper!” Izuku whined, “They’re not gonna smell like me; they’re just gonna be stale!”
“Fine,” Katsuki huffed, rolling into his back and setting his mobile on Izuku’s nightstand so that it face him on the bed. “You know what’d I do to you if you were here?”
“Mm, I’d like to find out.”
“I’d peel you out of that stupid tee shirt and get you on this bed.”
“You want me to take my shirt off, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, already moving to pull it off over his head.
“Yeah, I wanna see you. I wanna touch you. If you were here, I’d kiss you—all up your chest and arms and neck. Touch yourself like I would.”
“O-okay,” Izuku agreed, reaching a palm up to smooth over his pecs and arms.
“And your nipples, Izu,” the blond urged, and the green-haired man watched as he brought the pale shirt up to his face and deeply inhaled.
Izuku obliged his request, shifting his focus to caressing and twisting his own nipples. “Like this, Kacchan?”
“Perfect,” Katsuki nodded and palmed himself through his jeans. I’d put my mouth on every part of you. Kissing, licking, biting. I want your skin littered with my marks.”
“Y-yeah? I want Kacchan to mark me.” Izuku shuttered as he imagined the blond holding him down, licking into the sensitive flesh under his arm and across his chest, and finally up to the neck. He thought of how Katsuki would nip and tease. How he’d suck and bite his nipples until they were puffy and sore.
When Izuku’s eyes fluttered open, he saw that Katsuki had opened the fly of his jeans and was fast at work trying to free his member from the confines of his underclothes. “Take off the rest of your clothes, Izuku,” the blond demanded as he, too, attempted to rid himself of all his garments.
“Ah, I don't have any lube—I—”
“There’s no moisturizer or something like that in your pod? What kinda hotel doesn’t have moisturizer?” Katsuki grumbled as he reached for something on the nightstand outside of the frame.
“Oh, Kacchan’s so smart! Let me—there!” Izuku lurched forwards towards the self where his phone rested, spotting a couple small bottles, one of which was hand lotion. Then, the green-haired man slid his joggers and underwear down to access his own dick. “Okay, I’m all set.”
When he moved back into frame, Izuku was floored by the glorious sight Katsuki had made of himself on the bed. He was perfectly propped up on one arm and stroking his thick cock with the other.
“So pretty,” Izuku murmured as he shifted himself into a half-reclined position of his own and unseeingly covered his palm with a squirt of lotion.
“Like what you see, nerd?”
“Y-yeah. I wish I could touch. Kiss. Oh, I want to be home so much!”
“I know, Deku. Tomorrow. When you get here, I’ll still be here, wrapped up in your covers. Naked.”
“You will?”
“I took off work already. Because I miss you. We’re gonna spend all day in bed.”
“Yes, please,” Izuku sighed as he wrapped a loose fist around his shaft and started stroking. “Kacchan in my bed,” he murmured to himself reverently as he kept his eyes fixed on the shifting of the other man’s hand. Each lurid stroke made a wet thwacking sound with the friction of wet skin slapping together.
“Even though you’ll be tired, that won’t be a problem, will it?” Katuski asked, his red eyes seeming to gleam even in the low light on Izuku’s tiny mobile screen.
“No, no—I want to. Please, I want you.”
Katuski groaned, and his hand sped up, “All day, Deku. I’m not letting you go.”
“Yes. I want it; I want your cock inside me, please. I want to feel you stretch me open again.” Izuku begged, wishing he had the necessary means to fuck himself at that very moment.
Katsuki spoke with stutteringly ragged breaths, “Fuck, yeah, tomorrow—tomorrow I’m gonna fuck your so good you’ll have to take the next day off. And we’ll do it again. I’m never—Ah—I’m never letting you fucking—”
“Kat—ski,” Izuku whined.
“I’m here. I’m here, Izuku. You gonna cum? Let me see you cum, beautiful.”
“T-together?”
“Yeah, together,” Katsuki replied, “just—just—”
Izuku groaned far too loudly for the capsule pod, but it couldn’t be helped. His orgasm ripped through him overly fast, and he came into his hand. He watched as, on the mobile screen, Katsuki, too, was spilling over the edge.
They were both lying back, chest heaving as they stared into each other’s eyes through the phone.
“You’ll really be there?” Izuku finally asked when he felt himself calm down enough to manage proper words.
“That’s what I said,” the blond huffed, “I’m not leaving this bed.”
“Well,” Izuku mused, “I suppose I wouldn’t mind a life-sized Dynamight in my bed as a permanent feature.”
“Life-sized? Fucking—fuck off! I’m hanging up now. Text me when you’re getting on the plane.”
“Okay. I will.” The green-haired man laughed, pulling his phone off the shelf and bringing it closer to his face so he could better observe the other man.
“Sleep well, or whatever,” Katsuki grumbled, also bringing his mobile up to his face.
“I’ll try. See you.”
“Yeah,” he yawned, cheek squishing up and cutely wrinkling one eye partially shut, “See ya.”