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“Target is secure,” Izuku said and tightened the restraints on the villain he had just fought.
“Noted,” came the response through his earpiece. “Heroes Dynamight and Shouto have secured their targets as well. Evac and Recovery are still working but so far it seems there were no civilian causalities reported.”
Izuku breathed out a sigh in relief. He had known his friends had everything under control, but it was still good to hear.
He flexed his fingers in his new gloves, making sure nothing had ripped in his fight. It still felt a bit strange to him to be back in the field and he was afraid one wrong move could destroy everything again. It didn’t matter how often Kacchan and Mei reassured him that everything on his suit could be easily fixed now that the technology had been properly developed, he still felt dread crawling up his spine when he felt the fabric stretch whenever a villain landed a hit on him.
He may or may not have been a bit more vicious today after his target had ripped part of his suit. He hoped the commission wouldn’t try to discipline him for using an unnecessary amount of force.
He let his eyes wander over the battlefield, searching for something that may need his attention. Instead of something to do, his eyes connected with Kacchan and Izuku was spellbound.
Kacchan looked gorgeous after the battle, hair windswept and small smears of ash over his costume, but what really froze Izuku to his spot were his eyes. Kacchan looked ready to devour him and a familiar heat spread through Izuku’s body and made his cheeks burn. He could almost feel the deliberate way Kacchan’s eyes wandered over Izuku’s body, a brand not unlike his boyfriend’s quirk hot hands.
Izuku felt himself move almost as if in a trance, following the siren call of Kacchan’s eyes until he was standing right in front of him. His soles gave him some additional height but he still had to look slightly up to meet Kacchan’s burning gaze. His boyfriend licked his lips and stepped even closer, almost inappropriate close for the setting they were in right now.
“Look at you, Hero ,” Kacchan whispered and his deep, rough voice made shivers race down Izuku’s spine. “You looked good during that fight, Deku .”
Izuku’s eyes widened as he gasped. Katsuki made it a point to only call him Deku while in uniform. At home, he was only ever Izuku. So to hear his name acknowledged by Katsuki in this way, with this look in his eyes while he looked like this, it was almost too much for Izuku.
“Kacchan,” he whispered back, his eyes dark while he greedily took in every inch of his hero boyfriend. He hooked his pointer finger into Kacchan’s belt and tugged hard enough to pull Kacchan against him for a second. “Don’t start things you can’t finish.”
Katsuki bit his lip to hold back his moan before he gave Izuku a lazy grin that did things to him.
“So far I haven’t gotten any complaints about my ability to finish, Deku,” he said and grabbed Izuku’s wrist.
Their earpieces crackled to life and the static voice of the site coordinator could be heard.
“All heroes who aren’t involved in an active evac or rescue mission will have to stay on standby. Do not engage with any reporters yet since a concrete media statement hasn’t been released to us yet.”
Izuku cleared his throat, intending to go back to his professional demeanor and banish the horny goblin that took over his brain whenever he so much as looked at Kacchan to the back of his head. But it seemed Kacchan had no such plans. His eyes were still roaming over Izuku’s body in a way that made him feel hot all over and was something the blond normally kept to the privacy of their home.
“Kacchan,” Izuku started to say, but even he wasn’t sure where he was going with this. Somehow it felt different how Kacchan looked at him. Since getting together, Izuku had never once doubted that Kacchan loved him and was attracted to him but today felt different. It felt charged in a way that it hadn’t since High School, since their last big fights together as Hero students.
“Hatsume did good work on this,” Katsuki said and ran an appreciative hand over Izuku’s side, making him shudder. Izuku flexed his hands, unsure if he wanted to touch Kacchan back or if he wanted to create distance between them.
Seeing his indecision, Kacchan grinned and moved his hand again. He gripped Izuku’s wrist and started walking away from the battlefield, tugging on Izuku to follow him. Izuku could do nothing but obey, his eyes firmly on the belted X over Kacchan’s ass.
Izuku was led into a small side alley and around a second corner before Kacchan used the grip on his wrist to pin him against the wall. Crowding close, he used his little bit of extra height to loom over him.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moaned out when he felt the hard lengths of his boyfriend’s body press into him.
“The way you moved today,” Katsuki said as his hands wandered over Izuku’s body, touching and squeezing every part they could reach. “No one would think you ever stopped being a hero, fuck .”
Katsuki’s mouth forged a trail from Izuku’s left cheek over his nose, his mouth to the scar on his right.
“I know I told you this before, but while I miss your shitty freckles this scar makes you look so badass. Makes me wanna drop down to my knees and worship you, you know?”
Izuku felt dizzy with the rush the picture of Kacchan on his knees in front of him gave him and he let out a small whimper. Kacchan chuckled and kissed him again, slow and deep and Izuku felt his toes curl up in his boots.
“Now everyone gets to see just how much of a hero you are and everyone is going to want a piece of you.”
Katsuki’s hands squeezed his ass and Izuku’s body jerked upwards, seeking friction, connection, but Katsuki wasn’t done yet.
“No one can fucking have you though. You’re all mine, my hero, my Deku .”
“Kacchan, that’s not fair,” Izuku whined and stretched up to kiss the underside of Katsuki’s jaw. “You can’t just say that.”
“But you were so good today, Deku,” Katsuki whispered and his hands slid up from Izuku’s ass up his waist. “Now you know what it does to me when you fucking do it.”
“But Kacchan is always so amazing, I need to tell you,” Izuku answered and now it was his turn to let his hands wander and explore. “You always look so cool, so breathtaking and I can barely hold myself back when people talk about you. I want everyone to know how great you are and that you are all mine.”
Katsuki chuckled but it sounded breathier than just a second ago. He wasn’t unaffected by Izuku’s praises and it made his heart beat faster to know that he was the reason Kacchan was flustered.
“As if you’re not doing that all the time anyway. Now it’s my turn. Do you know how hard it was to focus on my fight when you and your fucking thighs were destroying that other villain? God , I almost blew him up on the spot just so I could watch you without interruptions. Hatsume really did good making this suit so tight.”
“I knew you were behind this!” Izuku laughed and finally managed to get a hold of Kacchan’s hair. He tugged his boyfriend down so he could kiss him like he deserved, like Izuku wanted to.
“Need to make sure all the merchandise is on show, so everyone knows what they’re missing out on,” Katsuki said before licking over Izuku’s lips, making both of them groan. “Needed everyone to know that I won.”
“I’m not a prize, Kacchan,” Izuku said half-heartedly, too distracted with trying to push his tongue into Katsuki’s mouth.
“You’re fucking everything, Izuku,” Katsuki said and Izuku felt his knees buckle under the wave of emotion threatening to overtake him. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki, pulling him impossibly closer and trying to fuse them together at their core.
It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, and the desire to overcome even the smallest distance between them took him over. His hands wandered down from Kacchan’s waist over his ass until he could grip his thighs. Then he lifted his partner without warning.
“What the-“ Kacchan yelled out before his back collided with the wall and Izuku bit into into his neck.
“Fuck,” he moaned and let his head thud against the wall behind him, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Shit, Izuku, how the fuck are you real?”
Izuku didn’t answer, too busy sucking a giant mark into Kacchan’s skin that would probably be hard to cover with his suit. But that was a problem for future Izuku.
“Don’t stop,” Katsuki said with a groan and moved his head to the side to give Izuku better access. “Do you know how fucking hot you look in your suit? It’s driving me insane.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku moaned back and pressed closer until he could feel Kacchan’s clothed erection pressing against his stomach. “Kacchan, I want you so bad.”
“I’m all yours, baby,” Kacchan said before using his arms that were still wrapped around Izuku’s shoulders to pull him closer again. Their lips met in a heated kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else, but it was exactly what they both needed at that moment.
Their hands groped and grabbed at each other, not only to give pleasure but also to appreciate the other even more. Izuku squeezed Katsuki’s pecs in his hands, the flesh underneath the suit supply now that the muscles weren’t flexed from fighting and he flicked his fingers over the sensitive nipples until Katsuki whimpered into his mouth.
In return, Katsuki raked his gloved hands over Izuku’s back and ass hard, following the groves between his muscles and making his skin burn with the want for more. He wished they were naked so that he could feel Kacchan pressed right up to him, their bodies so closely intertwined that it was hard to tell which heart was beating in which chest.
Izuku groaned before grinding up, searching for friction for his cock against Kacchan’s body.
“God, Kacchan, we need to stop or I’m ripping your suit off of your body right here where everyone could walk in on us and see,” he whispered against his lips before groping Kacchan’s ass with both hands again, pulling the cheeks apart. Katsuki moaned in response and his thigh muscles clenched around Izuku’s waist.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” Katsuki said and ground his hips down to meet Izuku’s.
“Fuck.”
“God I love it when you swear. Now take your pants off.”
“Really?” a deadpan voice said from right next to them and it was as if someone had dropped a bucket of cold water on them. Izuku’s head whirled around to find Todoroki standing next to them, his arms crossed and a decidedly unimpressed expression on his face.
“I missed Midoriya being out in the field with us as well, Bakugou, but did you two really need to do this now? Here?”
“Shut the fuck up, Icy-Hot!” Kacchan yelled and pointed an accusing finger at their fellow hero. Izuku had dropped his hands from Kacchan’s thighs, but Kacchan’s legs were still firmly wrapped around Izuku’s hips and he was holding himself up with only his core strength and the wall behind him, which was horribly attractive and distracting to Izuku and his still half-hard cock. “Stop being such a fucking cockblock!”
“You can do all of that once you’re off the clock,” Shouto said before turning around and walking away from them. “Come on, we’re needed at the agency and I’m not riding in a car with you if you’re acting like teenagers.”
Katsuki continued to swear at Shouto’s retreating back while lowering himself down to the floor but Izuku ignored it. At this point in his life, Kacchan’s swearing was simple, almost soothing background noise for him. He grabbed his boyfriend's face with both hands and delivered the filthiest kiss he was capable of and the hungry look on Kacchan’s face and the way he chased after him told Izuku he had done a good job.
“We’ll finish what we started later at home,” Izuku whispered and kissed Katsuki again, humming in pleasure against his lips. “If you’re good for the rest of the day I’m even taking the suit home with me.”
“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki replied before he gave Izuku’s ass one more squeeze.
“If the two of you don’t get a move on I’m freezing both of your balls as punishment.”
Shouto’s voice drifted back to them from the mouth of the alley and Izuku let out a sigh.
“Fucking cockblocking bitch,” Katsuki grumbled and somehow Izuku couldn’t help but agree.