Bakugo hadn't been sleeping well for the past few weeks. As much as he hated to admit it, the best he'd ever slept was the night he spent with Izuku in his room.

But it wasn't just that.

After his lease ended in July, he decided to move into one of the new high-rise apartments. Parking was included, wifi was free, and the building turned out to be pretty close to the mall, which meant a shorter commute and more time with Izuku. But he'd just got everything into the new apartment. Stacks of Boxes were shoved up against the wall in every room. He hadn't been able to cook much because he forgot to label the boxes as he packed them, so he'd been surviving on takeout. He'd had to leave his bed behind because it didn't fit in the Benz. But it had been a single mattress anyway. It would be another week before his king-size bed frame came in the mail, and he didn't want to dirty a new mattress. So he'd been roughing it in a sleeping bag in the living room. It was a miracle when he could get to sleep.

Which was why he was ready to commit murder when his cellphone rang at two in the morning.

He groggily answered his phone with his eyes closed. "The...hell?"

"Katsuki," Izuku's soft voice said.

Bakugo's heart beat faster. Already, he was more awake. "Izuku."

"I'm sorry for calling so late. I just wanted to tell you not to pick me up from home tomorrow."

"Why not?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Because I won't be there."

Bakugo sat up, scratching his head. "What happened?"

"Hisashi wanted an apology. I told him I'd rather jump off a bridge," he answered bitterly.

Bakugo narrowed his brows. "Who's - "

" - The guy who knocked up my mother."

Bakugo took a deep breath, deciding to withhold from pulling the pin on the grenade that was Izuku's daddy issues. "Whatever. Where do you want me to pick you up?"

"The Silver Sands Motel."

Crap. That place is a shithole. And completely unsafe. Silver Sands had a reputation for scamming its guests. More often than not there wouldn't be any towels or pillows in the room. Even when guests locked their doors, their belongings went missing. All kinds of shady dealings went on there. Everyone from ex-felons to drug dealers to prostitutes frequented Silver Sands. Someone like Bakugo could rough it there without a problem. But Izuku..."Is that where you are now?" he asked, trying not to panic.

"No. I'm heading there."

Bakugo listened closely, noticing the scraping of rubber on concrete. "Why does it sound like you're walking?"

"Because I am."

Bakugo shot out of his sleeping bag and turned on a light. "Moron. Why didn't you take your damn car? It'll be two hours before you reach that dump."

"Hisashi Midoriya decided I'm not allowed to use it anymore because it's insured under my mom's name."

Bakugo pressed his phone between his ear and shoulder as he threw on a pair of jeans. "Where are you?"

"The intersection at Fieldhouse and Seventh."

He zipped them up and slipped on his boots before grabbing his keys. "Make it to the Shell station on Ninth. I'll pick you up."

"I'm on my feet forty hours a week, a two-hour walk isn't - "

" - You're not staying at the motel, nerd."

Izuku paused. "But then...where - "

" - My place, what did you think?"

Izuku gasped. "Y-you...you w-want me t-to stay the night with you?

Bakugo blushed. He'd never had him over before and he'd intended to wait until the place was put together. He wanted to impress him. His last apartment had been a glorified broom closet, but this place had real potential. High ceilings, big windows, lots of space. Izuku's bookshelf would fit in that corner, the thought involuntarily. "It's not a big deal," he mumbled.

"Where...um...would I sleep?"

Shit, what am I doing? I don't even have a bed yet and I'm having him stay over? Bakugo was so nerved up he tripped over a crumpled shirt and had to catch himself on the kitchen counter. "Wherever," he snapped self-consciously. Not like there's many places to choose from.

"Like...with you?" He asked shyly.

Bakugo squirmed, grinding his teeth. The idea of Izuku's body pressed against him inside a cramped sleeping bag excited him beyond words. "I don't care."

"I...I'll need to shower," Izuku murmured huskily.

The blonde opted to use the stairwell instead of the elevator so he wouldn't lose reception. He only lived on the third floor, anyway. There was a skywalk on the second floor that went straight to the parking garage. He was grateful he didn't need to walk far or think about where he was going because the idea of Izuku naked and soaking wet in his bathroom was completely distracting him.

"Katsuki?"

Bakugo left the skywalk and headed for his car. "If you're gonna do that you better be up for hibachi," he muttered in a low voice.

Izuku's breath hitched on the phone. "Yes, please."

Bakugo was hard before he unlocked the car. He's such a good little bunny, he thought, plopping down in the driver's seat. He would never try to get something going if his boyfriend wasn't up for it, but so far the green-haired vixen hadn't turned him down once. Bakugo never thought he'd meet a guy with a higher sex drive than him. Then god gave him Izuku. "Fuck," he whispered. "I'm on my way."

"I'll meet you on ninth." The line clicked.

~.~

Bakugo wanted to hound him for details. But the second Izuku got in the car he plopped down his backpack and snuggled himself into Bakugo's lap, burying his face in his neck.

The blonde began steering with his knees while he held his boyfriend close. Izuku went almost the entire car ride without saying a word, until they neared Bakugo's building.

He gasped as he saw it. "You live in the new High Rise?"

Bakugo flushed. "Is that a problem?"

"No! That's amazing! I've read the brochure for this place. It has lobbies and study rooms and a lounge with pool tables and a bar - "

" - It does, but we're going to sleep, so we won't be seeing that stuff."

Izuku laughed breathlessly. "I know, I just think it's really cool that you live here, Kach- Katsuki."

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. What was he about to say?

They passed by a man-made waterfall before entering the parking garage and cruising up to the second floor. After they parked, Bakugo grabbed Izuku's backpack and led him through a door that required an access card. Then they walked past the lobby desk and rode the elevator up to the third floor.

"Everything's so shiny," Izuku remarked with sparkly eyes. "And modern."

Bakugo looked Izuku up and down from the corner of his eye. His outfit was simple. A pair of cargo shorts, red flip flops, and an oversized viridian-green T-shirt. One of the most common, ordinary outfits a guy could wear. But for some reason on Izuku, it looked stunning. He always looked so cute. So sexy. If you like it so much...maybe you should live here, Bakugo thought impulsively.

Before he could stop himself, he began to imagine it. Waking up next to Izuku every morning. Taking him to the omelet bar downstairs for breakfast. Making out with him in one of the pools during a midnight swim. He thought about where Izuku's furniture would fit in the apartment. Wondered if he'd have to get rid of any of his clothes so Izuku's would fit in the closet.

The elevator dinged for his floor, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Izuku took his hand and pulled him into the hallway, making Bakugo's heart flutter.

"What's the apartment number?"

"Three zero four."

Bakugo didn't remember how he got to the door of his apartment. He'd been too focused on the way Izuku interlocked their fingers. It felt comfortable and thrilling at the same time. They just fit together so easily, like puzzle pieces. As if they'd been made for each other. His heart lurched at the thought. That not just their hands were a perfect fit, but he and Izuku themselves. But how could that be? What kind of God would give him a soulmate that was destined to leave?

He flushed as he unlocked the door. Bakugo expected Izuku to gawk at the space in horror. An empty set of rooms with minimal furniture, tons of unpacked boxes, a trash bag of takeout containers, and a sleeping bag on the floor.

Izuku gasped and spun around. "It's beautiful!" He exclaimed. "It's so big and there's so much space!" He ran to one of the living room windows and looked out, covering his mouth with his hands in surprise. "We're so high up, you can see everything! There's the mall! And mountains! The parkway!"

Izuku's backpack slid off of Bakugo's shoulder as he froze. He...he loves it.

"We'll be able to watch the sunrise," he said dreamily, grinning from ear to ear.

With shocking clarity, Bakugo saw it as Izuku stood looking out to the horizon. Sofas and a coffee table. Floor pillows. Izuku watching the sunrise wrapped in a white sheet after they'd spent the night making love.

He couldn't take it anymore. Bakugo closed the distance between them and lifted Izuku into his arms, beginning to kiss him.

Izuku moaned, kissing him back, wrapping his legs tight around Bakugo's waist.

I want to make love to you, Bunny, he thought fiercely, lowering Izuku onto his sleeping bag. Izuku seemed to understand his intent. He slid off his shorts and threw his T-shirt over his head.

Bakugo did the same, throwing his jeans across the floor and slipping out of his black tank top.

"I want you," Bakugo growled, gazing down at him with desire.

Izuku shuddered, nodding. "I want you too," he gasped. "But I..."

Oh god please no. Of all times to tell him no, he chose -

" - I think I'm too tight right now," he mumbled shyly, blushing bright red. "I need to prepare myself for...for um..."

Oh. That wasn't a no. It was a not right now. "Then let's try something," Bakugo whispered. He pulled Izuku to an upright position and moved so he was on his back instead.

Izuku didn't hesitate. "Do we need lube?"

Bakugo gaped at him. "Do you have some?"

Izuku quickly got up (stark naked) and grabbed his backpack, plopping it down next to the sleeping bag before rummaging in the middle pocket. He pulled out a Spencer's bag and then a container of lube.

Bakugo's eyes widened. Keigo wasn't kidding. "What else did you get?"

Izuku cleared his throat. "Well, I...I got a toy but I'm not ready to use it," he admitted. "I'm still too...um..."

A realization finally hit Bakugo. He's a virgin. He needed to take it slow with his young lover. He held out his hand for the lube.

Izuku eyed the blonde curiously before giving it to him.

"Just relax," he said softly.

Izuku ran a hand through his hair nervously. "What are you going to do?"

"Use these." He wiggled his fingers.

Bakugo couldn't help but notice when Izuku gasped and his hard-on throbbed. "May I please..." he licked his lips and stared longingly between Bakugo's legs.

He shuddered. You never need to ask permission for that, Bunny. "Yes."

Balancing on his hands and knees, Izuku bent his head down and took Bakugo'e erection into his mouth, moving up and down slowly.

"Aaahh," Bakugo gasped, clenching his eyes shut. No matter how many times he felt Izuku's mouth on him it was always just as intense as the first time in the back room. Don't forget about him, he scolded himself. He forced himself to think through the pleasure, uncapping the lube (which was already half empty) and squeezing some onto his hands.

He started first by rubbing up and down Izuku's arousal. He gasped and whined, sucking harder on Bakugo's cock out of reflex.

Oh, Jesus. The vibrations of Izuku's whines down his shaft added another layer of pleasure he hadn't been ready for. "Does that feel good?" he asked, exhaling shakily.

Izuku nodded, letting out a soft moan.

Bakugo's cock throbbed from the sensation. It was all so hot. The sight of his erection going in and out of Izuku's soft pink mouth. The desire in Izuku's eyes. Getting to see his beautiful, freckled body from head to toe without any clothes obstructing it. If Bakugo let himself think about it too much he'd get caught up and cum.

But it wasn't about him right now.

With his right hand, he reached behind and gently rubbed the outside of Izuku's entrance.

He shuddered, tightening up, almost scraping Bakugo with his teeth.

"Does that hurt?"

Izuku shook his head, but he was clearly not used to the sensation.

"It feels weird at first," Bakugo admitted. "But it's a lot better once you're used to it."

Izuku lifted his mouth off for a second to talk. "It's okay," he said. "Keep going."

Bakugo nodded, picking up where he left off.

Izuku went to put Bakugo back in his mouth but he held out a hand to stop him. "I need you to be able to talk."

Izuku pouted. "But I - "

" - I'm already close. I need to cool down for a second."

"Oh," he said, surprised. "Okay."

Bakugo pulled Izuku down next to him in the sleeping bag. Izuku draped a leg over Bakugo's waist so he had easier access.

It was a gradual process. For the first ten minutes, he just got Izuku comfortable with the outside of his entrance being played with. Then gently, he dipped part of his finger inside.

Izuku squirmed, whining again and hiding his face in Bakugo's chest.

"Does that hurt?"

"No. It just feels weird."

"I said it would, nerd. Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay."

After twenty minutes, Bakugo had his pinky all the way inside, stretching him out. Izuku struggled to stay still.

"How does it feel?"

"G-good but it's a lot," Izuku admitted, breathless. "I feel so f-full."

Bakugo clenched his teeth, annoyed with himself. I'm so stupid. I was ready to fuck him into the next universe and he's getting this worked up over a pinky finger.

Every inch of Izuku was ridiculously sensitive. "Not ready" didn't begin to cover it.

"I really want you in my mouth," he panted, clawing into Bakugo's shoulder. "P-please."

Bakugo did too. He'd been feeling Izuku's arousal pressed up against his stomach, throbbing for almost half an hour. Heard Izuku's soft gasps and moans against this ear. He'd tried to hold back for his lover's sake but he was reaching his limit.

"I'm gonna try two fingers now, okay?"

"P-please Katsuki - "

" - If you can handle two, I'll let you."

Izuku grabbed Bakugo's hand and shoved two of his fingers up inside, groaning with clenched teeth.

Bakugo shuddered. That was so sexy.

Izuku all but ripped the sleeping bag to get to Bakugo's crotch. Then Bakugo felt his hot, wet, tight mouth sinking down onto him all the way to the base.

Even though he hadn't touched himself in half an hour he was close to release in seconds. Hold back, he commanded himself through gritted teeth. Hold back. He started to move his fingers in and out of Izuku.

His boyfriend moaned, but not out of discomfort this time. Bakugo found he was pushing against Bakugo's fingers, meeting them thrust for thrust to force them deeper.

That's it, Bakugo thought, closing his eyes. Now you're getting it. Perfect. Just...perfect...

He got caught up in the whirlwind of ecstasy Izuku was pulling him into. "S-slow d-down," Bakugo commanded. "I'm tt-trying not to - aaah - "

Izuku came up for air. "Use three," he begged, breathing hard. "And thrust hard."

Bakugo stared wide-eyed at Izuku. Three minutes ago a pinky was overwhelming but now he wants -

" - Now," Izuku demanded, sinking back down onto Bakugo's cock.

"Fuck!" the blonde exclaimed, throwing his head back. "Izuku, we n-need to t-take this s-slow, or I could hurt you!"

Izuku came up again, pumping Bakugo with his hand as he spoke. "Weren't you listening the day I walked into the store?" he asked defiantly. "I said I'm a fast learner."

It was sexy that Izuku treated Bakugo's cock like his favorite candy. Something he was furious to be denied. A delicious treat he ached to have in his mouth. All of it turned him on beyond belief.

Bakugo's eyes rolled back into his head as Izuku sank his mouth down a third time, this time showing no mercy. You want fucked, little Bunny? Fine. I'll fuck you.

He did as Izuku commanded, thrusting three fingers hard and fast.

Izuku's mouth opened partially as he gasped, shuddering with pleasure. "Katsuki!" he moaned around Bakugo's cock.

He means it. He really wants this. Bakugo repeated the motion, pretending it was his own cock going in and out of him.

Izuku's hands trembled as they gripped Bakugo's legs.

He's close. "Pretend it's me," Bakugo whispered, completely caught up in the moment now. "Imagine it's me. Thrusting inside you. Over and over."

Izuku's whole body started to shake as he pushed Bakugo down his throat as far as he would go.

"One day it will be," Bakugo promised huskily. "It'll be me. Right here." He thrust hard. "Here," he thrust again, deeper.

Izuku moaned, leaning into Bakugo's fingers.

"So you better be ready."

Bakugo took Izuku's arousal in his hand and pumped up and down. It finally sent Izuku over the edge. His body tensed up so tightly he couldn't even make a sound. He clawed so hard into Bakugo's legs, they bled. In the heat of his orgasm, he accidentally scraped his teeth over the head of Bakugo's cock.

The blonde growled as it made him cum. He'd never had to concentrate so much before. Fighting through his orgasm to help Izuku ride out his. Keeping his hands moving to draw out Izuku's pleasure. But it was so hot knowing Izuku was losing his mind just like him. Because of him.

Izuku's release shot onto Bakugo's stomach but he didn't care. In fact, he liked it. He loved knowing he could drive Izuku crazy too.

His freckled arms trembled with fatigue as he struggled to hold himself up. Bakugo pulled out his fingers and slid out from under him so he could collapse.

The blonde winced as the motion withdrew his cock from Izuku's mouth. On the sleeping bag, the green-haired boy looked completely spent. His cheeks were flushed red, as were his shoulders and the back of his neck. He breathed hard, drool spilling slightly out of his mouth. He laid on his side, his limbs unmoving.

Curiously, Bakugo wiped up some of Izuku's release onto his finger and licked it.

At the sight, Izuku glared at him and weakly kicked his shin.

Bakugo smirked. Hypocrite. "You must eat a lot of sugar. It tastes sweet."

"Fuck you," he grumbled.

Don't be that way, Bunny. "Doesn't look like you can," Bakugo countered mockingly. "You're a mess."

"Of course, I am," Izuku retorted.

Bakugo scooped up his exhausted boyfriend and carried him bridal-style to the bathroom. Izuku squirmed against him. "You're getting my stuff on me," he complained, leaning away from Bakugo's stomach.

"Why are you complaining? It's yours," he pointed out.

"It feels gross."

"But mine is fine?"

"I love yours."

"I bet you do, the way you guzzle it down."

"Katsukiiii it feels all sticky and -

" - Just wait a damn minute. I'll get the shower going."

"Can we take a bath?"

"That won't get us as clean."

"But the tub's big enough for a bath."

"You'll pass out if you get too comfortable."

"No, I won't."

"You look like you're gonna pass out already."

"Katsuki - "

" - Just get in the damn shower, moron."

"Don't call me a moron, I just gave you a blowjob."

"What does that have to do with - "

" - You don't call your boyfriend a moron."

"Even when he's being a moron?"

"You're the moron!"

"JUST GET IN THE DAMN SHOWER!"