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Katsuki blinked his eyes – staring at the ceiling fan above him. Watching it spin around like that. Chasing itself for eternity. An unstoppable force that called out to him – pulling him into a trance. Yeah, the light in the center was bright. Burned at his retinas. Ate away at his sclera. But he could live with that.
Didn’t matter.
The sheets rustled beneath him – doing their best to coax him to sleep. But – he just cracked his neck. Crossing his arms above his chest – resting his palms over his heart. Feeling the way it pounded against his callused hands. Ready to burst out. Explode and die. Biting his lip. Gnawing at it. Snorting back as he tried to calm his breaths. His lungs. Swallow back those pins and needles – the swords inside of him that were stabbing at his throat. Choking him from the inside out. Slicing at that lump. That lump he couldn’t swallow down no matter how hard he tried. All while breathing flames. Flames that could never be put out. Forced to burn forever. Burn everything. Himself. And cause so much destruction.
He couldn’t move. Tethered there by his own soul. By the way it pinned him there to his mattress. Making his legs go numb. Couldn’t feel them. He was just there. Floating in and out of his own body. Numbed out. Blinking away that wetness. The way it pooled at the corners of his eyes. Stuck to his eyelashes. Acid on his cheeks. Creating trails of raw, exposed, chemical burns as they trickled down his face. His cheeks. And landed somewhere on the sheets underneath him and at his sides.
Heartbroken.
There was a knock on his balcony door – forcing him to roll over onto his side and curl up on himself. Clenching his eyes shut. Rubbing away at them. Biting his lip so hard he drew blood. Only a little, though.
It slid open softly with a whoosh. And Izuku stepped inside and closed it behind him – filling the silence with a soft click. Just standing there for a few seconds. Letting them listen to their own breathing.
“I… I’m sorry, Kacchan. I shouldn’t of-.”
“It’s whatever,” Katsuki shrugged his shoulders – covering his mouth with his hand the second his voice cracked. Like he could take it back. Pretend that never fucking happened.
He was Katsuki fucking Bakugou, damn it. He wasn’t weak. Or a crybaby. Or a fucking loser.
“I hurt you. I’m sorry.” Izuku sat down on the corner of his bed – keeping his distance. Sounding all small. Quiet. Voice trembling as he squirmed around – looking around at everything around them. His wall. His floor. His desk. His stupid art pieces.
Anything but him.
He hated it.
And he shrugged – swallowing back his words. Not trusting them to come out. His voice. How his voice would sound if it did.
“Katsuki-.”
“Don’t – don’t you fucking call me that.”
He curled up some more – pressing his face against his pillow. Hiding it. Holding it tight. Stiffening up.
And it burned. His throat. Those flames were gone – replaced by lava. White-hot lava. Melting away at his skin. Inching down into his chest. His stomach. His heart. His organs. Burning him alive. Engulfing that lump. The one he couldn’t swallow. That one.
“Right – sorry. Kacchan – I’m sorry. God I just – I keep messing up. I’m sorry,” his idiot stammered. Biting his lip. Scooting closer. A little closer.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But you’re crying!”
“I’m not crying!”
“Kacchan!”
“I’m not!” His voice cracked. Betraying him. And he let out a sob – curling up so hard his knees were practically at his chest.
“I should just – I should decline. Make them give the offer to someone else – I. I can’t-.” Izuku ran his fingers through his messy, curly, hair. Locking them in there – tangling them and shit.
“No! Don’t you fucking dare! Fuck that, Izuku! Don’t be stupid!” He rolled over – glaring daggers at him. Pursing his lips. Cheeks puffy and red as he snorted and rubbed at his eyes some more. Taking quick raspy breaths.
“I’ve made up my mind.”
“No, the fuck you haven’t! Don’t – don’t piss me off, damn it! You can’t just – you can’t just throw that the fuck away!”
And his damn nerd got up – hanging his head. Reaching for the door. The balcony door.
“Izuku!”
Katsuki jumped towards him – stomping his feet as he marched over and grabbed his hand. Keeping him there. In place. Squeezing it. Hands trembling as he planted himself. Firm. Unrelenting. Gazing at him – watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. How tears flooded down his cheeks – shimmering against his freckles. Creating constellations and shit on his face. All from those beautiful, big, green eyes.
Breath hitching when their eyes met. Gazing into each other. The intimacy of that. That vulnerability.
How addictive it was.
“You – you know I’m not good with this. This feelings shit,” he pulled him in and wrapped his arms around him. Burying his face into his messy curls – kissing the top of his head.
“Mmm, you’re getting there.”
His face flushed when he heard that soft smile on the idiot’s face. Relaxing and closing his eyes as Izuku pressed himself up against him – nuzzling his face into his shoulder. The side of his neck. Kissing him with his soft, pink, lips.
“Fuck,” Katsuki whimpered – closing his eyes and gasping. Holding him even tighter – trembling as he dug his fingernails into his shoulders. Clinging to him.
“When – when are you leaving?” He gasped out – fluttering his eyes shut.
“…Tomorrow. Agency wants me to head out by noon,” Izuku swallowed back his tears – whimpering a little.
“Take me.”
“Kacchan, you know I can’t. God – I wish I could. But I can’t just-.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“W… What?” His nerd pulled back – away from him – blinking and furrowing his eyebrows together as he stared. At him. Letting those rusty cogs in his brain spin around. Pouting his lips and scrunching his nose up as he got lost in thought. Blinking some more.
“God, you’re such a fucking idiot. So fucking stupid,” Katsuki’s face flushed. Heart racing in his chest again – gazing at him. Getting lost in him. His face. His eyes. His soul. His essence. The very core of who he was. And he got so hot – so fucking hot. His ears started melting. His neck too. His chest. They had to be. And then crossed his arms and looked off to the side, biting at his lip. Gnawing at it – biting at those patches of dry, flaky skin. Ripping them off. Doing his best to make those cracked lips smoothish again.
“I’m sorry – I really. I really don’t-.”
“Fuck. Me. Izuku.” He flicked his eyes over at him – whimpering and covering his chapped lips with his sweaty palm when he saw that look on his face. How much bigger and wider his already big, patented green, eyes got. The way he blinked those long, fluffy, eyelashes so fast. Jaw dropping a little. Moments before his face melted – turned all red. Strawberry red. Darkening those freckles. Those freckles he always lost count of. Couldn’t keep track of.
“Before I change my mind.”
“K-K-K-Kacchan?!” Izuku stammered – dumbfounded. Stepping forward and reaching out towards him. Grabbing his arm – yanking it. And fucking pinching his bicep.
“Ow! What the fuck, Zuku?!” He yanked his arm back – scowling as he shook his hand. Like that would fling the throbbing stabbing pain out and away from him.
“The fuck was that for?!”
“S-sorry! Sorry! I just – I just. I needed to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Or sleeping. Or in a coma. Or-.”
“That’s not how you do that, you damn moron! You’re supposed to pinch yourself!”
“O-oh! Right – sorry! I – just. Sorry-.”
“Oi.” He hung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. Wanting to curl up and fucking die. “Just – just forget about it. I was being fucking stupid. Of course you wouldn’t want to-.”
“No! No!” Izuku ran forward and took his hand – squeezing it. Cupping his cheek with his other. Rubbing his thumb along his cheekbone. Pushing away some leftover straggling tears.
“That’s not – that’s not it! I promise! I’m just – I was shocked. That’s all! You – you’ve never asked me that before. Wanted that. You – you always-.”
“Yeah,” Katsuki smirked and bit his lip – yanking him closer and kissing his forehead. “Yeah – I know I always fuck the life out of you. Pillow Princess.”
“Hey! Only because you’ve never wanted to bottom before!” Izuku huffed at him. Pulling away and crossing his arms at him.
“That was before you decided it was a great idea to leave for months and work a mission in America.”
He pressed their foreheads together. Biting his lip again – getting lost in those eyes again. Those big, green, watery eyes. Those sparkly eyes. The ones that held the universe. His universe. Were his universe. Are his universe.
“S-sorry, sorry, sorry-.” Izuku looked down again. Hung his head. Whimpering as he sniffled – took quick, shallow breaths. Rubbing at his eyes.
“Hey – hey. Hey. I know – I know how huge this is. I want you to go. I do. You’d be stupid not to,” Katsuki swallowed back at that lump. Voice quivering. Cracking.
Damn it.
“But I’m going to miss you!” Izuku doubled over – starting to sob as he buried his face in his hands. Shoulders trembling in time with his shallow breaths.
Katsuki clenched his eyes shut – grabbing his nerd’s shirt and pulling him close again. Rubbing his back. Kissing the top of his head over and over again. His forehead. His cheeks. His chin, The side of his neck. His tears. Kissing those tears away.
“I’m going to miss you too, Izuku. But don’t throw away this opportunity – not for me. Not for anyone. Got that?”
He kissed the tip of his nose.
“I’m going to fucking miss you. The way you mutter and shit no matter what the fuck we’re doing. Distracting the fuck out of me.”
He kissed his cheek – catching another teardrop.
“The way you still scribble in your notebooks ‘n shit. And then bounce your ideas off me. Even though we’re not in High School anymore.”
He held his chin and tilted his face up a little – kissing him so gently. So softly. Wrapping his arm around his waist – just. Holding him there. Holding them together.
“The way you kiss me. And tell me that everything’s going to be okay. Even when it feels like everything’s falling apart,” he closed his eyes when his voice cracked. Again.
“Kacchan.”
Katsuki gasped – moaning softly when he felt his back slam into the wall against him. Rattling his bones. Knocking the wind out of his lungs. And he bit his lip – panting when his idiot hoisted him up. Forcing him to wrap his legs around his waist. His toned, muscular, waist. And he held onto him – snaking his fingers up into his curls. The ones at the nape of his neck. Tugging at them as he squeezed his thighs around him. Locking him in place. Tilting his head the second they crashed their lips together again so that he could kiss him even deeper. Ravaging him – nipping and nibbling on his bottom lip. Running the tip of his tongue against those soft, pink, lips. How raw and puffy they were getting. How desperate. Needy.
Stars. There were so many stars. They were blinding him – even with his eyes closed. They were so bright. And he gripped onto his shoulders – digging his fingernails through his T-shirt. Doing his best to leave half-moons. To mark him. Claim him.
Squirming.
Getting all sensitive. The way that heat built and built inside of him. In the core of his stomach – spreading down his thighs. Electric. Pulsating. Hissing and moaning as he threw his head back – hitting it against the wall and tasting bricks on the tip of his tongue. But he didn’t care. He blinked his tears away – whining and stretching his head out to the side. Letting Izuku kiss and bite at his neck. Making it easier for him. Letting him nip at his collarbone. Sucking at his tender skin and gifting him with all those throbbing love bites. Fluttering his eyes and crying out when he licked at them. Tracing the outlines of those berry kisses. Rubbing his knee in between his thighs – against his rock-hard twitching dick.
And he cried out – whimpering and panting as he felt the way Izuku was rubbing up against him. And his body just. Moved on its own. Bucking up against Izuku’s chiseled muscles. Grinding against the knee between his legs. Tensing his thighs - lighting his skin on fire. Rumbling something deep within his core. Something new.
Panting, he fluttered his eyelids open. Gazing at him with half-lidded, blown, crimson eyes. Looking all fucked out already. With his tousled, sweaty blond hair falling into his eyes like that. Rosy cheeks. Sweat beading down his forehead and his temples. The way his kiss-bruised lips parted and trembled for him.
“Please. Please. Fuck me, Zuku. Please,” he squeezed his thighs again – pressing them up against his waist and his hips just right.
He didn’t have to be asked twice.
One second – he was being pinned against the wall. Held up by his boyfriend’s rippling muscles. No One For All. Just his own toned arms. Abs. Core strength. His fucking legs. And the next – he was in his bed. On his back. Legs spread. With his nerd between them. Face all flushed as he covered his mouth with his hands – squeaking as he watched him. Watched him rip his own shirt off. Literally. Shredding it – not even bothering to actually take it off like a normal person.
And he couldn’t help himself. He needed to. He needed to rub his hands against them. His abs – tracing each curve and dip with his fingertips. Scratching his pecs with his fingernails. Tracing his nipples and areolas – flicking at them. Tugging at them.
“God – you’re so fucking gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous, Izuku,” he moaned – crying out when his hands were suddenly at the sides of his head. Pinned down. Fingers twitching as he shut the fuck up. Lost in those eyes. Those hungry, half lidded, green eyes. The eyes he loved so fucking much.
“And - And. You’re so fucking – fuck – so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot,” he gave in - whining some more – panting as he squirmed underneath him. Teasing him. Gazing up into his gorgeous green eyes. Pressing their foreheads together. Wrapping his thighs around his waist again.
Heart fluttering in his chest.
And they flashed. Of course they did. Those memories flashed through his head. Like a movie. Impaling him – right there. On his bed. Underneath him. Those memories. Crucifying him.
Take a swan dive off a building.
Useless Deku.
Are you alright? Are you hurt? I was worried you might of hit your head or something!
“How the fuck are you mine?” Katsuki whimpered out – looking off to the side for a second. As something fell into the pit of his stomach. Crushing his soul again. Weighing on him – pinning him there.
“Why – why do you put up with me? Why do you – why do you fucking want me?”
He swallowed and tensed up. Eyes glassing over a little. Getting all wet. Teary. Clenching his jaw – chest rising and falling with each shallow, erratic, breath he took. Each mercurial breath.
“Hey.”
His back arched – and he found himself mewling and closing his eyes when his nerd nuzzled and kissed his neck. Pressing their chests together. Squirming with his wrists still pinned to the sides of his face.
“I love you, Kacchan.”
He gasped and sniffled, clenching his eyes shut as Izuku trailed kisses up and down his neck. Whimpering as he shook his head – letting out the sob he didn’t know he was still holding back from earlier. Breaking free. Wrapping his arms around his nerd and just pulling him close. So close. Hiding his face against his collarbone. Hands trembling as he dug his fingernails into his freckled back.
“I love you.”
“I-I love you too, stupid bastard. So fucking much,” he sobbed harder. Breaking down underneath him – clinging tighter. So much tighter. So tight his thighs twitched and seized up a bit. Burned. That his back ached. From how hard he tried to get closer. Closer.
Closer.
“I love you.”
He arched his back again – whimpering and sobbing as he let his arms fall back. Getting lost in those feelings. Those emotions. The ones swirling around inside. Coursing through his veins. Pumping through his heart so hard and fast he swore it was going to explode inside of him and just. Fucking kill him. Right then and there.
“I love you too, damn it!”
It was bliss. The way Izuku kissed him. So roughly. Desperately. Sobbing as they clicked their teeth together. Trembling as he cupped his nerd’s cheeks in his palms – rubbing the pads of his thumbs against his freckles. Tracing each and every one he had memorized over the years. Shoulders jolting with each hoarse breath he took. Each breath that burned his lungs – and stabbed at that lump in his throat.
“Take me!”
Izuku was relentless. Determined. Whining and moaning as he pinned his wrists down by the sides of his face again. Leaning down and kissing away his tears. Each and every one. Before licking and kissing and nipping down the side of his neck. Biting the collar of his shirt and tugging at it a few times – tearing it right down the center – exposing his defined, bulky, muscles. And his slender waist.
Katsuki shivered, gasping and mewling as those wet, sloppy, kisses trailed down between his pecs. Licking at each dip. Each curve. Each ridge. Squirming around and clenching his toes as he spread his legs farther apart. Seeing white when the bastard grazed his nipple with his fucking teeth. Sucking down on it – flicking his tongue back and forth. Pulling back with a pop – connecting his soft, pink, lips to it with a spit trail. And then he fucking puckered his mouth and blew on it – making it even harder than it already was.
And he trembled.
Melted.
Lost himself.
Blinking away his tears as he tried his best to rock against him. Feeling so hot. So fucking hot. His clothes – they were too tight. They needed to come off now. His pants. They were too tight. Too tight. Too fucking tight.
“Izuku!” He whined – gazing up at him with his half lidded, shy, enamored, red eyes. So full of passion. Need. Want. Whimpering as he rocked his hips up against him – doing his best to spread his legs apart some more. Letting his thighs and his calves burn.
“Please – please! I can’t take it anymore! I need you!” He bit his lip – doing whatever he could to stop it from quivering like that. Blinking away his tears. To stop them from spilling over.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you Kacchan?” Izuku chuckled as he leaned down and kissed up his neck. Nipping on his earlobe and sucking on it. Catching it between his teeth. Adjusting his hold so that one of his hands grasped both of his wrists – pinning them above his head. Pressing down on his stomach with his other – right under his belly button.
Into his core.
“So perfect. So perfect for me.”
He trailed his hand down – stopping when he felt the top of his jeans. Pinching that zipper between his fingers – lazily tugging it down and up again. Teasing his swollen, firm, hard dick. Grazing it so gently with the side of his hand.
“Izuku! Izuku! Izuku please!” Katsuki started sobbing again – breath hitching as he rocked forward into his hand. Squirming. Brain breaking – shutting off completely. Letting his instincts take over. Run his mouth. His dirty mouth. Rocking harder and harder – faster and faster. Arching his back so hard it wasn’t even touching his mattress anymore – holding himself up with his core strength alone.
“Please! I can’t take it anymore! It hurts!” He cried harder – hissing when he felt him palm him. Squeeze him through his jeans. His sweaty, tight, jeans.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please! Fuck me! I need it! I need you, damn it! Please!”
And he gasped and mewled. Leaning into him – letting his nerd kiss his cheeks again. Kiss his tears. Lick them away – listening to the sweet nothings he whispered to him as they rocked against each other. Mewling and blinking away his tears when the bastard finally pulled his zipper down all the way. And reached underneath his boxers – fisting his dick in his rough, scarred, palm. Stroking him slowly. So. Fucking. Slowly.
“A-a-ah! Ahn!” He stammered – choking on his own words as he fluttered his eyelids shut. Squirming. Trying to pull his hands out – away. So he could fist his bedsheets. Scratch his back. Tug on his hair. Anything. But he couldn’t break free. Izuku just kept them pinned there. His hands. His wrists.
“Tsk – tsk – tsk. Naughty, so naughty.”
The bastard pinched the tip of his dick – imitating a cock ring – pouting as he gazed down at him with those eyes. Those hungry, dark, half lidded, seductive eyes. Chilling and igniting something inside of him to the core. At the same time. Simultaneously. Katsuki bucked his hips – thighs trembling as he blinked through his tears. Gasping on air, but, unable to breathe. Breathe in or out. It was just fucking impossible.
“Are you asking to be punished, Kacchan?”
“Yes – yes. Fuck yes. Punish me, Izuku. Punish me.”
He whined and cried out – head spinning as he found himself face first against his pillow. On his knees – hands pinned above his ass – right over his jeans. Arching his back – pressing his chest down into his mattress. His tattered shirt slipped off him and fell down somewhere on the floor by his side.
“Safewords?”
“Color system. Can’t. Can’t think.” He panted and spread his thighs out a little bit – drooling as everything got so hot again. So hot. Face on fire. Chest burning. Melting away. Ears and neck engulfed in flames. “Yellow pause. Red stop. Green good.”
“What’s your color?”
“Green. So fucking green, Izuku,” he panted and looked over his shoulder – gazing at him.
And he purred – melting and gasping as he watched his bastard yank his designer jeans and his boxers down and off him – flexing his arm. Bulging his veins for him – making his face flush even more. If that was even fucking possible. And he just teared them off him at the same time – tossing them somewhere behind him – like it was nothing.
Exposing him in the sexiest way possible.
“You were naughty, Kacchan. So naughty for me.”
Izuku palmed one of his ass cheeks – gripping the fat so tightly his knuckles turned white. Grazing his skin with his fingernails as red ribbons laced his arms and his chest and his neck. Turning his eyes electric – blasting his hair upwards. And he licked his lips – flicking Blackwhip’s tendrils around them for a moment. Teasing him. Before finally wrapping a few around his milky thighs – forcing them apart oh so perfectly.
“Color?”
“Yes – fuck – green – yes,” Katsuki drooled – whispering so breathlessly as he squirmed some more underneath him. Thighs trembling. Sweat dripping down his back to the nape of his neck. Nibbling on his bottom lip as he gazed at him with those fucked out eyes.
“I was naughty, Zuku. Tried to break free,” he smirked at him – tugging his wrists again. Eyes sparkling so mischievously. Moaning when his nerd let go of his wrists all together – opting to bind them with his tendrils instead. Gripping them even tighter – pushing his hands into the small of his back.
“You need to punish me. Teach me a lesson.”
He gasped – wincing and mewling so filthily as he slammed his face into his pillow again. Trying to muffle out how loud he was. How loud he was making him get. Knees buckling the second he spanked his ass. Felt that burn ricochet through him. The way that slap echoed through his eardrums. Making his heart race. Lungs give out – stop working again. For sure leaving a handprint.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!” He whined – arching his back some more as he rested his chin against the fluff. Looking over his shoulder. Panting as he blinked over at him.
“Oh? Do you like that, Kacchan? Do you like being punished?”
“Yes! Yesyesyes!” He moaned – gasping and choking on his tears when he watched him do it this time. Slapping his other cheek. And then holding it so firmly – squeezing the sore and tender spots.
“You’re doing so good for me, Kacchan. So good.”
“Zuku! I-I-I’m close already, damn it!” He whined - slamming his flushed face into his pillow again. Trying to catch his breath. Panting as he did his best to get back up onto his wobbly knees. Legs jello.
“Color?”
“Green! So – so fucking green! Oh my fucking god – don’t. Don’t you dare fucking sto-ah!”
Izuku grabbed his cheeks and pushed him forward – spreading them apart. Smirking when he saw how red and puckered he was already. How needy. Desperate. And he didn’t hesitate. Leaning down and licking up his thigh – pressing tender kisses against the scars the pro hero had accumulated over the years. Grazing his teeth against them. Sucking and leaving berry kisses along their sides. Chuckling at how the blond unraveled beneath him – turning into a sobbing mess. Whining and mewling and arching his back for him. Choking on air the second he kissed those tender, red, spots. Those welting handprints. Flicking his tongue against their outlines.
And then he plunged forward – forcing his cheeks apart again. Fisting those mounds of fat as he licked down his taint – flicking his tongue back and forth – before licking back up and rimming him. Circling his twitching, desperate, hole with the tip of his tongue. Doing his best to contain himself – control himself. Hold himself back. Growling as each and every impulse inside of him screamed at him – the way they commanded him to rip his pants off and take him now. But he lost himself. Lost himself in those lewd, desperate, moans. Those screams. The ones that were music to his ears.
Focusing on him. Those sounds. The way he just got so much louder when he finally shoved his tongue inside of him – humming as he swirled it around. Prodded at his tight twitching walls. Digging his fingernails into those soft cheeks – clawing at them. At his ass.
Perfection. This was perfection. He was perfection.
“Zuku! Izuku! Zukuzukuzuku! I-I-I!”
Katsuki shrieked – gasping and sobbing as he lost himself. Blinking away his tears as the room spun around him – with all those colors. Seeing nothing but white and red and green and orange. Screaming so loudly his throat burned – that he lost his voice for a moment. Gasping and trembling all over as he panted – with beads of sweat dripping down his thighs. His back. His sides. His chest. Rolling his eyes back – choking on his words as his dick twitched and pulsated – cumming all over his stomach and the sheets underneath him in long, uncontrollable, bursts.
“Wow,” Izuku purred – flipping him over so he was on his back again. Tendrils pinning his wrists up against his headboard. And he ran his fingers through his sweaty blond hair. Unsticking his locks from his forehead. His cheeks. Doing his best to tuck what he could behind his ears.
“You’re really something else, Kacchan,” he teased – wiggling his eyebrows as he towered over him. Hands down by the sides of his face. Gazing at him with a devilish glint in his eyes – half smirking as he bit at his bottom lip.
“Sh-shut up,” Katsuki whined – panting as he gazed up at him with those exhausted, fucked out, vermillion eyes. Lips parted – face flushed. Red. So red. Scarlett. Crimson. Ruby. There wasn’t a word. Not one word that could capture how beautifully red he was for him. All over.
And Izuku watched. Purring as he kissed his forehead. Pulling back. Watching how his fingers twitched – the way his chest rose and fell with each erratic breath he took. Glowing. Just glowing.
“Can’t believe you came already – just from that.” He kissed down his neck. His chest. His nipple. Licking at the dips and curves of his muscles. His abs.
“N-not my fault!” Katsuki whined – squirming as those fingers trailed up and down his sides. Digging into his hips right above his thighs. Squeezing them. Blinking away fresh tears as he watched him.
Izuku chuckled. Trailing his tongue down along his belly button – over his stomach. Following those white trails. Lapping him up.
“You’re so messy, Kacchan. So fucking messy.”
“F-for you. Only for you,” Katsuki gasped – squealing and arching his back again. On fire. Everything was on fire. So electric. Making his thighs tremble. Dick pulsing – standing so fucking stiff. Making his core all warm again – filling it was that ball of lava that was leaking that heat into his veins. Spreading everywhere. Making his brain so fucking numb – broken. No thoughts.
All from the way Izuku flicked his tongue back and forth. Swirled it. All over. Massaging and scratching at his thighs. His hips. Leaving bitemarks. So many beautiful, perfect, bitemarks. Kissing his stomach. His scars. Taking care of him. Cleaning him up.
“F-f-fuck,” Katsuki rocked his hips again – trying to spread his legs apart some more. But – the tendrils were relentless. Keeping him still. Still like that.
“Please!”
“Beg for me.”
“Oh fuck!”
He choked – panting as he let his bastard manhandle him like that again. Wrapping a tendril around his waist to lift him up. The others spreading his legs apart – so far apart. Farther than he thought was humanly possible.
“Please! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease! Please!” He sobbed – doing his best to gaze at him through his blurry eyes. Blinking away his tears – letting them bubble up on his eyelashes and then drip onto his cheeks. His chest. Everywhere.
“Please! Izuku! Izuku! I need you! I need you! Only you! Please! I need you! Fuck – I’m going to die! I’m going to fucking die! Please! I need you so fucking bad!”
Izuku grinned – biting his lip as he leaned over him – reaching into his nightstand. Pulling out that bottle. And he chuckled – popping it open and squirting some lube into his hands. Rubbing them – warming up.
“Are you sure? I don’t think you want me bad enough. Prove it.”
He pressed the tip of his finger against him – rubbing at the edges of his perfect red puckered hole. Pushing one of his cheeks to the side. Edging him so slowly. So fucking slowly. Flicking it back and forth. Up and down. So gently.
“Izuku!” Katsuki sobbed – squirming against his restraints. Trying his best to rock his hips – to buck them. But he couldn’t move. The tendrils wouldn’t let him. They just held him in place. Merciless. Absolutely merciless.
“Please! I can’t take it anymore!” He curled his toes – feeling the way his hands and fingers twitched up above him. Popping small explosions he couldn’t control anymore. From his fingertips. They puffed smoke in time with his rapid heartbeat. Sparking. As if they were connected. One and the same. Sobbing. Absolutely sobbing.
“I need you! I need you! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Just fuck me! I’ll be your pillow princess! Please! Just fuck m-ahn-!”
Everything was white. So fucking white. And he couldn’t fucking see. Too busy screaming – moaning lewdly as he choked on his own words. His tears. Thighs trembling – toes curling – as he felt him. The way he circled him before finally pushing inside. One finger. Slowly – so fucking slowly.
Izuku swallowed – face flushing when his knuckles finally met his cheeks. And he squeezed his own thighs together. Rubbing them against his swollen, throbbing, aching dick. The one that was still trapped underneath his clothes. Hissing out slowly as he focused on him – on how beautiful he was.
Circling his finger around inside of him – pressing and prodding his soft, warm, velvet walls. Pushing and pulling. Looking – looking for-.
“Ahn!” Katsuki screeched – sputtering and coughing and choking as he did his best to rock against him. Sobbing – just fucking sobbing – as Izuku dug in deeper and pressed his finger there. Holding it.
“Found you,” his bastard grinned at him – eyes sparkling as he leaned down. Kissing the side of his hot, flushed, neck.
“More! More! More, damn it! More! God fucking damn it! Izuku! Please! Please don’t stop!”
And Izuku listened. Circling it. That bundle of nerves – his prostate. Rubbing it so gently as he prodded at it. Basking in those moans – those filthy, dirty, moans. Pulling back – and then adding a second finger. Pushing them both in even slower than before – carefully scissoring him along the way.
“Oh my fucking god! I’m yours. I’m yours. Only yours. Only yours!” Katsuki sobbed beneath him – dick pulsating and throbbing as it rested against his stomach. About as long as his own, but slightly thinner. So beautifully.
“My Kacchan. You’re my Kacchan!” Izuku leaned down – towering over him and kissing him. Pressing both of his fingers against that bundle again – his prostate – rubbing it mercilessly in small, tight, concentrated circles. Scissoring it.
“Y-yours! Yours!”
And he kissed him – so roughly. Desperately. Nibbling his bottom lip – trailing the tip of his tongue along each groove and divot. Wetting those dry, chapped, lips. Slowly – oh so fucking slowly – slipping in a third finger. Angling his hand so carefully – letting his walls stretch and adjust against the girth. The length. Trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck. Grinding against his cock.
And then a fourth.
And he was spent. Katsuki was spent.
He made sounds he didn’t even know were physically possible. Shrieking. Sobbing. Moaning. Mewling. Unraveling – voice so high pitched he didn’t even sound like himself anymore. Doing his best to lean into him – kiss him back. Nibble at his lips. Slip his tongue into his mouth. Swirl their tongues together. Battling for dominance.
Letting him win.
Mewling as Izuku kissed away his tears. Licked at his cheeks. Caressed his jaw and nuzzled the side of his neck – breathing against his ear. Grazing those berry kisses with the edges of his teeth. Making him shiver and squirm in the best way possible.
“Color?”
“G-green, nerd,” he whimpered – kissing his cheek.
“You?”
“Me?”
“Yeah – this shit works both ways. You know that.”
Izuku chuckled – kissing his forehead. Running his fingers through those sweaty disobedient blond tufts of hair. The ones that kept falling into his beautiful eyes.
“Green, Kacchan. I’m green.”
Katsuki purred – face flushing as he gazed up at him. With those eyes. Those red, half lidded, vulnerable, ruby eyes. And they sparkled – welling with tears. More tears.
“R-really?”
“Yeah,” Izuku peppered him with kisses. Trailing down his temple. His cheekbone. Jaw. Chin. His other cheek. The side of his neck. Those berry kisses. Those bitemarks on his collarbone.
“You’re perfect, Kacchan. I love you so much – just. So much.”
“O-oh my God,” Katsuki whimpered – biting his lip as he clenched his eyes shut. So tight. Choking a little as he tried to breathe through his nose. And focus on holding those tears back. But they betrayed him – spilling over anyway.
“S-Stop it – making me. Making me all emotional and shit. Fuck – fuck Izuku. How do you fucking do this shit to me? Fucking – fucking wizard.”
“Easy – easily. With my heart,” Izuku blushed – holding his chin and tilting his face upwards. Kissing him so sweetly and tenderly. Holding him there. Letting their hearts beat against each other – through their chests. Writing their own rhythm – their own beats. Their own song.
“You make it so easy. Just – with my love. I love you, Kacchan. All I have to do is love you.”
“F-fuck you!” Katsuki started sobbing again – hiding his face against his shoulder. “J-just take me already! Damn it! Izuku I swear to fucking God-!”
Izuku moaned – kissing him again. Nibbling and tugging on his bottom lip – gently pulling his fingers out slowly. Oh so slowly. Chuckling when he heard him whine like that – cracking his eyes open. Gazing at that pout – that soft, pink, pout. His furrowed eyebrows. The tears in his eyes.
“Kacchan – I have to. If you want me inside you.”
“O-oh-.” Katsuki stammered – looking off to the side. Face flushing. “Right.”
“So impatient,” Izuku purred – kissing the top of his head. Then he climbed out of bed. Shivering from those eyes. Those hazy eyes that glared at him – stared right into his soul. Gazing at him – taking him in. Those kissable, pouty, lips. Flushed cheeks. Those rebellious strands of hair that had a mind of their own. Falling into his eyes. That wouldn’t stay tucked behind his ears no matter how many times he pushed them back.
He dropped his hands to the front of his pants. Taking his sweet, sweet, time. Unzipping them. Centimeter by centimeter. Using all of the power he had left to keep his smirk at bay – chuckling as he watched him get all frustrated. Flustered. Squirming against the tendrils that kept him in bed. With his hands above his head. Legs spread – ready for him. Huffing and pouting and grinding his teeth together.
“Something wrong, Kaa-chan?” He finally unzipped his pants. Catching his thumbs in the loops – those belt loops on his jeans – tugging them down a little. Inching them down. Stopping when he could see the top bit of his happy trail on his abdomen.
“I-zu-ku,” he whined at him. Glaring some more. “Hurry the fuck u-ah!”
The tendrils spread his legs farther apart – lifting his knees a little so he was curling up on himself. Propped up in the air like that. Exposed for him.
“Hmm – no. I think I’ll take my time.” He smirked at him – tugging his jeans down so they rested at his hip dimples.
And he did. Inching his jeans down bit by bit. Centimeter by centimeter. Inch by inch. Kicking them off his ankles – sitting down at the edge of the bed to tug his socks off. Crouching down – picking his pants up. Folding them. Setting them down on the nightstand. Locking eyes with him – gripping the side of his boxer briefs. Tugging them down.
Starting the process.
All over again.
The front of them were soaked – soaked from precum. And he sighed – fluttering his eyes shut when he finally freed himself. Dropping them to the ground. Stomping them away.
Katsuki gasped – drooling as his breath got stuck in his throat. Asphyxiating himself. Shivering and swallowing as he eyed him. His huge, rock hard, erection. How thick and girthy he was. How long – longer than him – he was. By half an inch – no. An inch. He had to be.
“Z-Z-Zuku! Now!” He whined. Thighs trembling as he squirmed around – fighting against his vices. Those tendrils. Panting as his heart raced – sending shockwaves down his veins. His nerves. Trailing up and down his spine – out through his fingertips. His toes. Making his hairs raise. So sensitive. Each breeze from his fan doing what they could to fan those flames inside. Weather him down. Bit by bit.
“So desperate – so needy,” Izuku chuckled as he crawled back into the bed. Stopping in front of him – eyeing Katsuki’s weeping erection. The way precum dripped down the side of it. Glistening in the light. So perfectly. And he grazed his fingernails along the inside of his thighs – pressing down on those bitemarks. Bruises. Berry kisses. Purring when he mewled lewdly for him – panting and choking on his tears. Kissing down that trail of kisses.
“Izuku! Please! Please! I-Ahn!”
He cut him off – gripping the base of his dick. Right above his balls – licking the tip of his cock. Purring as he swallowed some of that precum. That sweet caramel. Tonguing the slit – humming and letting those vibrations shake him to his core. Kissing the top. Licking up and down the side – along that precum. Those trails of precum. Licking them up. Swallowing them. Swallowing.
Swallowing him. Puckering his lips around him. Sucking in his cheeks – careful not to let his teeth graze the side of his oversensitive cock. And taking him in. Bobbing up and down – inch by inch. Working down on him – getting closer. Closer.
Closer.
And he did it.
He hummed – fondling his balls around as he deepthroated him. Squeezing them. Playing with them. Humming louder and louder. Letting his throat vibrate around him as he looked over at him – locking eyes with him. Bobbing faster and faster – drool trickling out the corners of his mouth. Taking his sweet time before taking him down all the way again and again. A battle between all and nothing. All or nothing.
After all, he did love extremes. Kacchan could be defined by them in more ways than one.
And then he pulled back with a loud pop – a string of precum connecting his lips to the head of his twitching, needy, cock. Listening to the way Katsuki whined for him. Already on the verge of sobbing again. Izuku panted and licked his lips. Getting up onto his knees – wrapping his arms around him and kissing him so deeply. Running his fingers through his spiky hair – tugging on it. Grinding himself between his legs. Rubbing his throbbing dick against that slickness.
He kissed down his neck – biting down on that crook between it and his collarbone. Moaning as he tasted him – how sweet he was. Like caramel. Popping that bottle open and squirting it into his palm – not even bothering to warm it up before coating his dick in it. Stroking it up and down – hissing a little from the temperature. But relaxing from that sensation.
From the way Katsuki whined and whimpered – sniffling as he arched his head over to the side. Letting him do as he pleased to him. Letting him kiss his neck. Bite down. Suck to his heart’s content. Gazing at him from the corners of his fucked out, needy, eyes. All half lidded – exhausted. But invigorated – invigorated by all his senses. The flames inside of him. That prime, carnal, desire right at his core.
Letting it fuel him.
Izuku kissed the tip of his nose, chuckling as he caressed his rosy cheek with the back of his hand. The side that wasn’t all sticky with lube. Leaning forward – letting Blackwhip adjust him around a bit. Lowering him so that he could rub his cock along his taint – teasing the absolute fuck out of him. Spreading his legs far apart – and holding them like that. So perfectly.
“Color, Kacchan?”
“Green! Green! If you fucking – if you fucking stop again I fucking swear-!”
“Are you ready?”
“You – you – you bastard! I’ve – I’ve been ready! You fucking – you fucking tease! Edging me like that! Fucking-o-oh-oh my fucking God!”
Katsuki cried out – gasping for air as he pressed his forehead against his shoulder. Whining as he stretched around him. As he slowly inched inside of him. Moving a tiny bit. Letting him get used to him a bit. And then moving again. Over and over again. So agonizingly slow.
But he had to. He couldn’t breathe. Every push – every inch – punched all the air he had out of his fucking lungs. Turned them into black holes. Black holes that pulled in absolutely fucking nothing. It didn’t matter how many times he gasped – how many times he tried to fucking breathe – it wouldn’t work. His lungs wouldn’t take it. And they burned.
“Oh-oh-oh my God! I-Izuku! Zuku!” He sobbed – trying to get closer. Closer. But, he couldn’t move. Those tendrils kept him back. In place.
“Y-yellow! Yellow!”
Izuku froze – eyes softening as he gazed at him. Furrowing his eyebrows up. Gently cupping his cheeks in his hands as he wiped those tears with the pads of his thumbs. Kissing every single one of them away.
“What’s wrong, Kacchan? Do you want to stop? We can stop – there’s nothing wrong with stopping.”
“No! No! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t you fucking dare!” He clenched around his dick – blinking away at his tears. Desperately trying to keep him inside. From pulling out. “Please! Please! Just – Just let me hold you! Please! Fucking damn it! Please!”
Izuku nodded and kissed his forehead. Pulling those tendrils back – the ones that had been holding his wrists up above his head. And he gasped – face flushing when he felt his trembling arms wrap around him like that. Pulling him down – closer. So close. Pressing their chests together. Flushing from the way Katsuki’s arms enveloped the back of his neck just so quickly. The way his fingers lost themselves in his messy curls – joints locking with those strands and tugging so desperately.
“Green! Green! Fucking green! Move! Move already!”
And he did.
Izuku moaned. Wrapping one arm around his waist. Grabbing his chin with his other hand – tilting his face a little so that he could kiss him deeply. Properly. Trembling all over as he pushed inside a little deeper – gasping and sighing as he felt him clench and release around him. Over and over again – already trying to milk him dry. Shivering when he felt just how fast and hard Katsuki’s heart was racing against his chest. The way he tugged at his hair. Clawed at his shoulders – scratching. Leaving half moons.
It was addictive. So addictive.
Bottoming out. He bottomed out.
Katsuki panted and moaned – cracking his eye open a little. Gazing up at him through that blurriness. Those tears. Blinking them away. Nuzzling Izuku’s hand as he caressed him like that. Rubbed at his tears so gently. Pressing soft kisses against his forehead.
Bliss.
This was bliss.
“You’re doing so good for me, Kacchan. So good – taking me like that,” Izuku purred. Kissing down his neck. Sighing as he breathed him in. Intoxicated. So fucking intoxicated.
“S-s-so fucking big,” Katsuki whined. Blinking away those tears. Clawing his nails down his shoulders and along his back. “P-perfect. Fucking perfect.”
“You feel so good, Kacchan,” Izuku kissed and licked those tears off his cheeks. Moaning as he trailed his tongue against his bottom lip. Kissing him so needily. So desperately. So deeply. Reaching down and wrapping his hand around Katsuki’s dick – rubbing his slick precum around his tip with the pad of his thumb. Teasing that slit. Grinning when he pulsed in his palm – throbbing like that. All warm. Stroking him so slowly. Agonizingly slow.
“Z-Z-Zuku!” He arched his back, crying out as he rocked his hips a bit. Panting and mewling and drooling as he slid in and out a little bit – stretching his walls. “Move! Move! Move, damn it! Move!”
Izuku buried his face against his shoulder, crying out as he pulled out a little. Angling himself differently – moving his knee around on the sheets beneath him. And then he pushed back in. And then pulled out some more. Shifting and adjusting. Pushing back in. Deeper – harder.
“A-ah-ah-ahn! Izuku!” Katsuki clawed his fingernails into his arms – his bulging biceps. Creating welting half-moons by all those freckles. Those constellations. Throwing his head back – arching his spine. Curling his toes. Gasping and mewling as his cock ached and throbbed in his rough scarred hand.
“F-feels so good! So fucking good! A-ahn!”
Izuku leaned down and wrapped his arms around him – holding him so close. Adjusting his angle one last time – plunging in as deep as he could go. Bottoming him out with a loud smack. Gasping as it echoed through the room.
Katsuki’s eyes widened and he screamed – squirming and panting and drooling as he saw stars. Shaking and trembling all over as his thighs turned into jelly – dick pulsing from those shocks. Those fucking shocks. Those shocks that traveled up his spine. Making him feel so good. So fucking good.
And he sobbed – letting his hands fall to his sides – hands popping. Losing control. Control of his quirk. As each little explosion popped from his fingertips. Like little firecrackers.
“There! There! Fuck me! Please!”
Izuku nodded – groaning and moaning as he held him close. Tight. Skin on skin. Sweat on sweat. Almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in. Slow and gently at first. But faster with each thrust. Harder. Faster and harder. Throwing his head back and massaging Katsuki’s hips as he rocked in and out. Slapping their skin together – railing his abused oversensitive prostate. That bundle of nerves deep inside of him.
Katsuki screamed – hiding his face against his chest as he closed his eyes. Sobbing incoherently as he trembled all over. Flushing. Face flushing. His body. His chest. Sweat beading down his temples and his cheeks and his thighs and his chest. Dripping all over. Thighs convulsing. Throwing his head back – screeching at octaves so high he couldn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. Staring at all those colors. Those stars. The way they spiraled together. All blurry. Toes curling. Twitching as his cock pulsed and throbbed in Izuku’s hand – spurting strings of cum all over their chests. Their stomachs. And some onto his face – his chin. But he didn’t care.
“I-I-Izuku! I love you! I love you! I fucking love you!” He sobbed. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him so close. Hiding his face against his shoulder. Wailing and clawing at him as he tried to get closer. Closer. So much closer. Twitching as he just kept cumming. Riding out that orgasm.
Then he dropped his hands to his sides. Onto the sheets. Palms up – as far from them as he could. Almost like he was trying to make a T pose. Sobbing as fireworks popped up from his palms. Orange fireworks. Green fireworks. So many green ones. They were so small – dancing over his palms. Like butterflies.
And that sent him over the edge.
Izuku tried to pull out – but he couldn’t. Not in time. He fell forward – collapsing onto him and pinning him down into the bed. Blackwhip’s tendrils disappeared from existence as he buried his face into his tousled sweaty hair. Gasping and breathing him in. Hips rutting forward as he released inside of him – dick pulsating more and more when he clenched around him like that. Locking him in place.
“I-I love you too, Kacchan! I love you too!”
And he took some shaky, deep, breaths. Quelling the sob he knew was seconds from bursting at the seams. Flopping them over so they were on their sides – pulling out his softening dick and wrapping his arms so tight around his waist. Tangling their legs together. Spooning him. Nuzzling his flushed cheeks against the crook of his neck – pressing soft, chaste, kisses to his flushed skin.
“That was – that was amazing,” Katsuki panted – wheezing a little as he tried to catch his breath. Enamored by his palms – staring at them. At the fireworks. The green fireworks. In whimsy. Whimpering as tears welled in his eyes. As something warm erupted deep within his chest – in his soul – and just flooded everywhere. Through his veins. His nerves. Out his fingertips.
Everywhere.
“Yeah – yeah it was. I – I didn’t know. I didn’t know you had that in you,” Izuku purred as he snuggled up against him. Pulling him flush against his chest. Resting his chin against his shoulder. And. Stared at his hands. Blinking a little bit at first – as if he was trying to clear his eyes – and then he looked again.
At those fireworks.
“That… That’s new,” he chuckled and kissed the side of his neck.
“Yeah – yeah. It is,” Katsuki spoke so softly. So meekly.
He couldn’t look away. Neither of them could.
And they snuggled like that. For hours. Rolling around – fighting over who should be the big spoon. The little spoon. Ultimately deciding to just hug and face each other. So they could gaze into each other’s eyes.
Savoring what little time they had left.
Katsuki sighed and looked down. Clenching his eyes shut. Whimpering as his heart started to crumble inside of him. Falling into rubble – disarray. A thousand of tiny little pieces.
“Who… do you know who your partner’s gonna be?”
“No I – I just found out about it. When I texted you. Haven’t looked yet.”
“Oh…”
“Do you… do you want me to check?”
Katsuki shrugged. Snuggling up closer. So much closer. Gazing up at him with those teary eyes.
“Maybe… maybe they’d be willing to trade. You know. So I could come. Instead.” He swallowed and trailed his fingertip up and down the center of Izuku’s chest – right in between his pecs.
“Okay – okay. I’ll check,” Izuku smiled softly at that. At the thought of that – the two of them flying to the United States. Kicking ass. Together.
The Wonder Duo in action.
He got up a little and leaned over him – reaching over as best as he could. Struggling at first – but his fingertips eventually brushed against his phone screen. He tugged it towards him – gripping it the second it slid close enough. Snuggling up against Katsuki’s chest as he swiped on the screen. Unlocking it. And opening his app.
And he scoffed – throwing his arm over his eyes. Laughing so hard he started to roll around – kicking his knees against his boyfriend’s thighs. Those sore, kiss trailed, thighs.
“O-oi! What’s so funny? Huh!”
Izuku slapped the phone into his face – smooshing it up against the tip of his nose.
Katsuki scowled. Muttering to himself when he picked it up and squinted his eyes. Staring at the screen.
“Are you… are you fucking kidding me?!”
Right there.
In bold letters.
Under partner.
Was.
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