The following morning dawns softly, comforting like a warm blanket, and the peaceful quiet is a welcome respite from the nightmares of the last couple of days. Shouta wakes slowly, a gentle trickle of consciousness easing in and hugging him like an old friend. He takes a moment to revel in it, snuggling into the firm warmth of his not-quite-lover and surrounding himself in the musky aroma of vanilla and cedar as it mixes with his own coffee and dark chocolate. He absently thinks he'd happily die in this moment if it meant never leaving the strong arms encasing him and his lips twist up in a serene smile as Izuku whispers a gravelly "good morning" and strokes his long hair. He leans his head back into the touch, practically purring, and finally opens his charcoal-and-slate eyes to look up into the gorgeous green emeralds that are sleepily watching him. He murmurs back his own "good morning," which Izuku rewards him for with a dazzling smile and a tender kiss.
He presses closer when Izuku begins to pull away from the kiss, sucking gently on Izuku's bottom lip in a desperate, wordless plea of "don't stop" that Izuku answers. They spend what feels like hours just gently letting their mouths entwine, soft and loving and tender in ways they could never express with words. Eventually they both need to breathe, so they separate just far enough to allow air in, lips brushing and foreheads pressed together. Shouta laughs softly as he presses one last, chaste kiss to Izuku's mouth before he pulls away to get dressed and start the day, but Izuku chases the kiss, pulling Shouta back in with a strong hand on his jaw and running his tongue along the seam of Shouta's lips. Shouta is so, so weak for this man, this veritable God in human flesh, and he parts his lips in acquiescence, his own tongue darting forth to entice him in.
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He feels Izuku shift on the bed to obtain a better angle, his knee pressing between Shouta's as he twists into a half-crouch over him, laying Shouta back slowly onto the pillows as he deepens the kiss. The friction of their skin is delicious, and Shouta can feel the haze of arousal settling over his mind like a drug as he clutches Izuku's biceps and pulls the younger man further onto him. He nips at Izuku's lip playfully as he grinds his hardening erection up into Izuku's, and his partner hisses in pleasure and runs his free hand down Shouta's side.
Izuku pulls away from his mouth and he lets out a whine of protest that is cut short when he feels the wet warmth of lips and tongue and teeth teasing and scraping along his jaw and down his throat. Izuku sucks a small bruise just above his collarbone, and he rubs his leg up against Izuku's groin in response. Izuku groans, forehead pressed against his shoulder for a moment, before he moves down to scrape his teeth against Shouta's nipple. Shouta gasps and moans as the younger man ignites sparks under his skin, and he surges forward to pull Izuku in for a long, deep, hungry kiss before peppering his jaw in small pecks and nibbling sharply on his earlobe. Izuku chuckles, his voice sounding smooth and deep like dark chocolate, and Shouta clings to him like a life raft as he drowns in the veritable ocean of emotions he's drowning in.
He watches as Izuku pulls open his bedside drawer, pulling a half-full bottle of lube and a condom from within, spending the momentary break trying to steady his rabbiting heart. "W-wait," he mumbles hoarsely, "I'm clean, if you'd prefer..." and oh God, where'd all his confidence go? He's the one with experience, why is he getting flustered?! He squeezes his eyes together to stop the tears that are threatening because he's made himself too vulnerable, too open, cut out his heart and handed it to the younger man on a silver platter. He's holding his breath, can't breathe, because he's never had sex raw but if he's going to he wants it to be with Izuku, and he doesn't want to make a further fool of himself but he can't help it.
"Yeah, okay," Izuku breathes, a hint of adoration lighting up his voice, and Shouta's eyes fly open, searching Izuku's for confirmation that he's sincere, and oh, he is, thank God. Shouta can breathe again, but it's slightly hysterical, nearly hyperventilating from his momentary panic. If Izuku notices he doesn't say anything, instead opting to put the condom back in the drawer, and Shouta is infinitely grateful for the privacy the action provides as he calms himself down.
Izuku kisses his temple, sweeping his long hair back out of his face and running his palm flat down Shouta's abs to settle on his hip where he presses his thumb in the divot gently. The pressure and friction bring the fog back to Shouta's mind and he arches slightly to the soft touch. He moves his hands to Izuku's hair, tangling his fingers in the curls and spreading his legs in silent invitation as Izuku moves lower down his body, trailing kisses and licks and love bites down his lean frame.
He feels Izuku's hot breath over his groin as he stares unseeing up at the ceiling, entranced by the divine creature kneeling between his legs, and arches back as the man bites down on the inside of his thigh, a lube-covered finger pressing gently at his entrance. He has a moment to enjoy how different Izuku's finger feels from his own before his mind is reeling and he chokes on a shout, because his cock is suddenly engulfed in wet, pulsing heat and he's arching up hard into that blissfully warm mouth. The younger man swallowed against him as he pushed a second finger in, and Shouta was reduced to a trembling mess as his body tried to rock back onto scissoring, curling, searching fingers while simultaneously pushing forward into the wet, vibrating cavern of Izuku's mouth.
He knows he's probably hurting Izuku with how tight a grip he has on the man's hair, but he can't seem to work his body anymore as the man's tongue laves across his length and over his tip in white-hot pleasure so intense he barely notices as the third finger is added. He's writhing in Izuku's grasp, trying to both buck up and push down, but he's held down by a single strong hand on his hip and fuck damn shit that's hot. The stimulation is too much and not enough all at once, sweet friction leaving him balancing on a wire, and then those probing fingers curled and Shouta's sanity fractured as the world turned white.
Izuku obligingly swallowed the salty liquid of Shouta's release as his body clenched, back arching high as he jerked and shouted and came undone before eventually sagging back to the bed with a gasping breath. His sight came back slowly, fading through a rainbow of color into black before the darkness receded from his vision and he was gifted with a pure, unadulturated view of perfection given form as it looked down at him with a small smile, the smallest dribble of Shouta's cum trailing down the side of Izuku's plush mouth. Shouta moaned as he dragged Izuku up to him by his hair and plunging his tongue into his mouth in a heated kiss. He could still taste a bit of tanginess from his release, but it wasn't unpleasant. Izuku met his fervor equally, and they lost themselves to hot kisses and probing tongues for several long minutes, melting against each other as the fire under Shouta's skin pooled back into his gut and his erection grew rigid once more as they moved against each other.
Shouta wrapped his legs around Izuku's lower back and ground up against him in a long bout of purposeful friction, urging and begging the man without words to get inside him now, wanting to be connected to Izuku in the most intimate of ways, feel the man fall apart and lose himself in the ecstacy Shouta could give him. Izuku released his mouth and backed up until he was crouching and panting over him as Shouta whined at the loss of contact. After a moment, though, Izuku's lubed-up cock prodded at his entrance, hesitant, a wordless request for permission, and Shouta was too far gone to care as he begged, "Please, please, oh God, Izuku, please." Izuku groaned loudly at his pleas, erection twitching at the wave of arousal that washed over him at the sound, before gently rolling his hips forward and pressing inside.
"Oh, fuck," Izuku gasped as he pressed that first inch inside, halting for a moment and holding his breath as he tried desperately to not get overwhelmed by the tight, hot, throbbing sensation of Shouta wrapped around his length. He didn't want to hurt the older man, but his mental capacity was seriously flagging and he was pretty sure he was going to die if he held his breath for much longer. Shouta rubbed his arm soothingly after a moment, a silent encouragement to continue, and he released a long, slow breath as he pushed in the rest of the way slowly but surely, eventually bottoming out, fully connected to the gorgeous man beneath him and unable to get any closer but wishing desperately that he could.
After what felt like an eternity of tight pressure and pleasure so strong it bordered on painful, Shouta shifted beneath him, sending a zing of electricity through their bodies, and he eased back slowly until just the tip of his erection was still inside as he watched Shouta's face for any hint of pain. Shouta's eyes were clenched tight, and glistening tears streamed from them down the side of his flushed cheeks, but Izuku could see the smile he was trying to hide by biting his lower lip so he knew it wasn't from discomfort. He smiled at the sight, his arousal thrumming in his veins but turned softer and more purposeful, pausing just long enough that Shouta opened his wet eyes and peered up at him in confusion.
"Hey Shouta?"
"Hm?"
"I love you," he whispered, watching Shouta's eyes grow wide for a moment before he surged forward, thrusting back inside as he captured the older man's mouth in a hot kiss for just a moment, just long enough for washboard abs to curl up tight beneath him but not long enough to hurt. He rocked his hips back and forth, pushing and pulling in and out of the tight heat as Shouta keened and arched below him, hips shuddering and hands clenched in twisted sheets. Strong hands held Shouta's hips steady as he pounded rhthymically into him, changing his angle just slightly until he found just the right one to make Shouta throw a fist over his mouth and bite down on it in a vain attempt to muffle his voice as he shouted Izuku's name over and over amongst mindless pleas and encouragements of yes, right there, oh God don't stop and oh fuck, Izuku, yes and shit, shit, I love you, fuck, so goddamn much, oh God so much.
Something primal crawled under his skin, boiling his blood and fogging up his mind as he basked in the knowledge that he was the one ripping those sounds from Shouta, pounding into the older man until he trembled and writhed beneath him. His mind was numb with arousal and lust, focusing solely on the satisfaction of him and his partner, and he embraced the animalistic thoughts racing through his brain as he urged Shouta further towards the edge, hands roaming toned planes of muscle, rubbing pert nipples, scratching lightly down hard pecs as the man below him sobbed helplessly below him in his ecstacy.
His hips stuttered as he approached his peak, chasing his release as it coiled ever tighter in his gut like a spring. He reached down and took Shouta's cock in one hand as he steadied his hips in the other, pumping in time to his thrusts as he choked out, "Sh-shouta, baby, gonna... gonna cum," and Shouta writhed and moaned harder as he begged Izuku to finish inside of him. He pumped Shouta's erection once, twice, thrice more, and the muscle clenched tight around him as ropes of white liquid pulsed from Shouta's length, splashing across glistening, sweaty abs like a piece of living, breathing art, and Izuku stared in utter amazement for a moment as his name was cried out of plush, kiss-swollen lips and Shouta's head was thrown back as his back arched from his release before Izuku's eyes fluttered shut and he was falling, falling, falling into galaxies of stars as his orgasm washed over him, Shouta's name ripped from this throat in a gutteral cry that felt more like a prayer to the perfect creature before him.
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When he eventually came back to his body, he was laying half on Shouta, breathing hard and heart pounding. The older man was starfished on the bed, eyes closed and a blissful smile on his face. Izuku nuzzled his nose into Shouta's jaw and kissed it gently, humming when he turned his head slightly to press his cheek against Izuku's face in a loving gesture. They lay like that for a few moments, relishing in their afterglow and feeling like they hadn't been so relaxed in years, before Shouta broke the silence. "I love you, Izuku. And I'm not just saying that because the sex was amazing."
Izuku lifted his head to look at Shouta for a moment, a soft smile on his face, before replying, "I love you too, Shouta," and kissing him chastely on red, swollen lips. He groaned slightly as he shifted in the bed, turning and sitting up on his elbows for a moment before getting up the rest of the way to grab a nearby cloth to clean up with. Shouta lay in bed, unmoving even as Izuku cleaned up the mess covering and dripping out of him, content to just leave everything to the younger man for now. Eventually, Izuku finished and sat down on the bed, brushing hair out of Shouta's serene face. "Ready for a bath?" Shouta hummed his affirmative response with a small smile, and Izuku chuckled softly as he bent down and pecked the corner of his mouth before walking nude across the hall to draw the bath. He came back a few moments later, easily lifting Shouta in a princess carry and walking him across the hall as the older man wrapped his arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest before being set down in the relaxing vanilla-and-cedar scented bubble bath his lover had drawn.
The bath was barely large enough to fit them both, but they made it work as Izuku stepped in behind him, drawing him back flush against his chest. Shouta's hips and back ached terribly, which he had anticipated, but the heat of the bath was helping soothe the sore muscles and he felt the bits of tension that had been seeping back into him from the pain drain back out as he slowly slipped into a contented sleep.
Sometime later, as the bath water was threatening to hit lukewarm, Shouta woke to soft snores and he turned slightly, craning his neck around behind him to see Izuku leaning his head back against the tiled wall behind them, mouth parted slightly and eyes closed softly as he slept. He was loathe to wake him, but the water was getting cold and they needed to get ready for work, so he gently shook the younger man, who awoke with a small snort. He laughed lightly at the sound as he was enveloped in a tight hug that he returned as best he could from this angle, Izuku's chin resting on his shoulder and his nose nuzzling behind his ear. "Sorry to wake you," he murmured as he nuzzled back.
Izuku yawned out a "Nah, it's cool. We need to dress before we catch colds, and we should get to work soon, anyways," before kissing the tip of his ear and releasing him. Shouta leaned forward so Izuku could step out of the tub and wrap a towel around his waist, then accepted the offered help to stand up and step out of the tub, wrapping the other towel hanging from the hooks on the wall around his own waist. He winced slightly as his weight shifted, but it was manageable. Izuku wrapped his arms around him again, broad shoulders enveloping him, and he pulled him closer by the waist as the younger man kissed his forehead. "We should also probably carve out some time today to talk about, well... this." Shouta nodded his agreement, not trusting himself to speak, and followed Izuku out of the bathroom and back into the hall, pulled along by the man's hand holding his own.
They were halfway into Izuku's bedroom when they heard a shaky female voice ask, "Izuku?" from the direction of the living room; they both skidded to a stop, turning wide-eyed toward the direction of the noise as they both flushed profusely at being caught like this. When Shouta realized who was in the apartment with them, he tried to hide behind Izuku, scooting around behind him toward the safety of the bedroom, but it was already too late and he knew it. Mortified, he bowed his head and clenched his fists as Izuku asked, wide-eyed and panicking...
Mom?!