A/n: OMG! /u/ This whole chapter is The Date. Totally deserves the caps. Lol! Be prepared for smut and fluff. Seriously. Gonna give you cavities and heart palpitations. p
Under the Stars
Katsuki put his dirty dishes next to the sink and turned to go to his room when a quiet voice called out to him.
"Katsuki, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Katsuki turned to see Todoroki standing a few steps behind him, his expression as stoic as ever. He frowned. "What do you want?" he asked gruffly.
Todoroki didn't answer. He simply walked past Katsuki down the hallway. Katsuki glared and followed him to his room. Todoroki took his slippers off at the door and set them aside. Katsuki did the same, but he didn't move to sit at the floor table with his friend. He wasn't in the mood to hang out or for stupid bullshit. Izuku gone to see Ivy right after dance practice and he hadn't returned yet, missing dinner, and Katsuki wanted to know the moment Izuku returned.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asked again when Todoroki still didn't say anything.
"My sister thinks someone at the agency is embezzling money. She emailed me the reports. Can you help me look at them?" Todoroki said quietly.
Katsuki glared. "The fuck?" He came forward and sat next to Todoroki as the heterochromatic teen opened the laptop on the table. Katsuki's eyes widened when he saw the pages and pages of accounting information. "Damn."
"You're really good with numbers," Todoroki said simply. "I thought maybe you'd see something I missed."
Feeling like that was a challenge, Katsuki glared. "This will take fucking hours to go through."
Todoroki simply nodded. "Please."
Katsuki took out his phone and shot a quick text to Izuku demanding that the nerd to text him the second he was done. Then he set it on the table. "I'll take a look, but I gotta go when Deku gets back."
"That's fine," Todoroki agreed.
Glaring at the screen, Katsuki scrolled through the pages, getting a sense for the format and organization. Then he scrolled back up and started from the beginning. Fuck. There was a lot of money going in and out. As an hour ticked by, he was starting to see a pattern, and a subtle trail of money being shifted to one division, but before he could pin down if it was legitimate or not, Todoroki's phone chimed. Katsuki's eyes immediately snapped to his own phone, but it was still dark. He looked back over to his friend and frowned. There was something about Todoroki's body language as he read whatever text came through that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Todoroki looked up at him, his two-colored eyes blank.
"We should go for a walk," he said flatly.
Katsuki just stared at him. It was almost eleven at night. What the hell did he want to go on a walk for? His eyes narrowed as suspicions formed and grew. There was possibly someone embezzling at the Endeavor agency. What if the embezzler found out Todoroki was on to him? What if he had Todoroki's sister or something? Was that the text he'd gotten?
"I'm not finished," Katsuki said carefully, testing the water.
Todoroki kept eye contact as he said. "Please."
Katsuki's hands flexed. "The fuck?" he asked very quietly. "What's going on?"
Todoroki looked away, his eyes scanning his room. "I can't tell you," he said just as quietly.
Katsuki glared around at the room. Was it bugged? "Fucking fine. I'll text Aizawa to let him know," he said, meaning 'I'll get help.' But Todoroki's hand snapped out and grabbed his phone.
"The hell?!" Katsuki snarled, glaring hotly. "Give me my phone, Candy Cane!"
"No." Todoroki actually looked worried. Fuck this was bad.
Katsuki didn't say anything else as he marched outside after his friend. It was cold tonight. He fucking hated the cold. It was harder to sweat, and it always reminded him of… He shook his head, refusing to go there. Compensating for the cool air, he swung his arms and opened and closed his fists, trying to warm up and get his hands ready. He was on high alert, scanning the dark trees. His tension grew higher and higher the further they walked and the closer they got to the wall surrounding the school. And on top of that he was fucking worried about Deku! He didn't have time for this. Not tonight. Not when tomorrow Deku was going to meet up with the fucking Institute.
Their feet crunched on the leaves blanketing the path. The sky was clear, the moon just barely peeking over the treetops. It looked full, and it made him shiver in dread. His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing came slow but deep, pulling as much oxygen from the air as he could. Every bird cry and rustle of the leaves made him twitch.
After a good twenty minutes, Katsuki caught sight of a glow through the trees. It was faint. Barely there. Katsuki reached out and grabbed Todoroki's arm, jerking him to a stop. Todoroki looked back at him, eyes wide. Katsuki gave him a glare and a hand sign that said 'hold' and 'stay'. He could hear it now. There was the sound of movement. Something sweet in the air. Katsuki slashed his hand out, indicating Todoroki should approach from the left, and crept forward. He gently pressed the leaves of a bush aside, ready to blow whoever was fucking out here to little fucking pieces.
"The fuck?" he practically yelled as he stomped into the clearing, heart thundering in hie chest.
Izuku's head whipped up and looked at him, his cheeks red and eyes wide, an uncertain smile on his face. There were fucking candles, dozens of them, lit around the perimeter and were gathered at the edges of a fucking pink, white, and purple patchwork quilt. Izuku held a huge bouquet of dozens of different flowers - roses, orchids, spider lilies, carnations - all blood red. He looked nervous, standing in a fucking dark brown suit with a yellowish dress shirt and red tie. His hair was slicked back on the sides, the light glinting off small metal clips that held it flat, and was left messy on top. It was a good look. It made him look a little older, almost edgy.
"Hey, Kacchan," he greeted, eyes practically sparkling.
Katsuki just stared. A blast of cold and the sound of cracking ice erupted around him as a wall of ice just short of the treetops encircled the clearing, trapping them inside. Katsuki's mouth dropped open.
"Surprise," Izuku said softly, closing the distance between them. His eyes looked even darker from up close, black smudged around the edges. He rose up slightly on his toes to kiss Katsuki's cheek.
"The fuck?" Katsuki's heart was still racing, but he was slowly realizing Todoroki wasn't in trouble. He glared hotly behind him. "I'll fucking kill him."
Izuku had the nerve to laugh. "Please don't. It was really nice of him to help me."
Katsuki sent him a scorching glare. "I fucking thought he was leading me out here to some villain or some shit."
Izuku's eyes went wide. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Kacchan! I should've known you'd…"
Katsuki sighed and covered Izu's mouth with his own. Izuku was startled at first, but then he melted into the kiss. Pulling back, Katsuki stroked the back of his fingers over Izuku's cheek. "The hell is this, nerd?"
Izuku grinned at him, his eyes sparkling brightly again. He offered Katsuki the flowers again. "Kacchan, will you go on a date with me?"
Katsuki felt his heart do a little turn. He took the flowers and looked around. At the quilt and picnic basket, the battery operated stereo, and the ice wall enclosing them, giving them privacy. The practically full moon made the ice shine silver; the stars twinkled above them. It was cold, cold enough that his breath could just be seen, but he spotted the warm fleece blankets piled by the quilt and basket. Turning his eyes back to Izuku, he again looked his boyfriend up and down. Something warm made his chest feel too tight. Clearing his throat, he smirked.
"How can I say no when you look like that?"
Izuku blushed, but he didn't drop his eyes. "You like it?'
Katsuki took a slow step forward, thrilling in the way Izuku's breath hitched. "You look good, Deku," he answered, voice pitched low. When Izuku sucked in a breath, pupils dilating, Katsuki captured his mouth. He plunged inside, licking and sucking, his arm coming around the small of Izuku's back and bending him backward with the force of the kiss.
Deku was trembling and panting when Katsuki finally released him. It made something nova hot ignite in Katsuki's core, seeing Izuku so flustered, lips shiny and swollen, cheeks a warm red, but he wanted to see what else Izuku had planned, so he let him go and took a small step back.
"Show me what you've got," he said roughly, grinning.
…
Izuku felt electricity buzzing under his skin as Kacchan looked at him with these dark, hungry eyes. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, his cock already hard. He felt a rush of adrenaline at Kacchan's challenge. Grinning, he took Kacchan by the hand and pulled him toward the quilt. He took the flowers from Kacchan and set them in the vase he had ready with a few inches of water already in it. It was wide so the large bouquet could fit. They sat together, and Izuku flung a warm, fleece blanket over their legs. Smiling shyly, he reached into the basket and pulled out a small tupperware.
"These are for you." Izuku watch intently as Kacchan pulled the lid open and looked down at the little, round chocolates inside. "I made them," he admitted shyly.
"How the hell did you do all this?" Kacchan asked quietly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.
"Well…" Izuku blushed.
…
Sato was confused when Izuku pulled him aside on the way to lunch and asked if he wouldn't mind getting up early and helping him learn how to make chocolate.
"I know it's really early, but it's only for two mornings. I want to surprise someone," the green-haired teen said, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
How could Sato say no? So for the next two mornings, he got up at four am and they made chocolate until six, when Izuku would quickly clean everything up before anyone could get up and see.
Initially, Sato had expected to be the one actually making the chocolate, but he was surprised when Izuku insisted on doing most of the work, listening to Sato's explanations and instructions seriously. It made him feel good to know the class president valued his knowledge and wasn't brushing it off as something unimportant. And When Izuku thanked him sincerely with a huge smile afterward, Sato felt his cheeks warm.
"If you want to continue our lessons, I wouldn't mind," he said, disappointed their mornings together were at an end. He'd been rewarded by Izuku giving him another bright smile.
"Thank you, Sato! I'd love that! Maybe on the weekends you can show me more sometime!"
Blushing, Sato gave an embarrassed, "I'd like that."
As he watched Izuku clean up, he wondered who the chocolate was for. He suspected they were for Ochaco, but hadn't the president turned the girl down when she asked him out? Maybe he'd changed his mind? Or maybe they were for someone else and that's why Izuku had turned her down in the first place?
"Who're they for?" he asked and instantly blushed. He hadn't meant to ask out loud!
Izuku gave him a mysterious smile and shrugged.
Embarrassed for being so nosy, Sato excused himself and left Izuku to clean up.
…
Shouto had just sat down in his desk for homeroom when Ochaco came over. She had a notebook in her hand.
"Shouto, can I talk to you for a minute? I have a question about math."
He was taken a bit aback by this question. Usually the girls went to Momo or Izuku when they had academic questions. In fact, other than Eijiro or Denki, he'd never helped anyone in class study before. "Sure," he allowed.
She knelt and opened her notebook, sliding it onto his desk. He looked down and saw a crude drawing of trees in a wide circle. He looked at her in confusion. "Could you make an ice wall on the inside of a clearing without damaging the trees?" she asked, keeping her voice low. She drew a circle on the inside of the trees. "Like this. And how long would the ice last if you kept it below tree level, would you say? How cold would it be on the inside?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "It would depend on the height of the trees and the width of the clearing."
Ochaco nodded and drew a line across the center of the clearing. "It's 25.3 meters across, just over 83 feet," she said confidently. The trees are about 30 feet tall." He stared at her and she grinned. "Told you I had a math question."
He thought about it. "The ice would be about three feet thick at that height." She nodded eagerly and he continued. "Depending on the time of day…"
"At night," she cut in. "Say 10 o'clock or later."
He stared at her some more. "Well, I'd say the wall would shrink slowly but it'd stay up until dawn at least."
She grinned. "Perfect."
Izuku went to the front of the room as the homeroom bell signaled the start of the class.
"Don't mention this to anyone else, okay? I'll explain later," Ochaco hissed quietly before hurrying away.
Shouto was confused. Maybe she wanted to trap an animal she'd seen in the woods? He perked up at that. Maybe it was something magical or never seen before? And that's why she was acting so secretively. Interesting.
Of course, his hopes were dashed when later that day she explained what she wanted and why. He agreed to help of course. It was his job to distract Katsuki before hand and bring him to the clearing at the right time. In the end, it wasn't a magical creature, but it was just as exciting.
…
Hitoshi pulled his headphones off as his bedroom door opened and Izuku slipped inside. Cali gave a meow and stretched before jumping off the bed and getting on the cat tree in the corner."What's up?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Izuku jumped to land on his bed, eyes sparkling. "I'm planning a surprise for Kacchan tomorrow night! Do you think that girl from your old class would grow some flowers for me?"
"How many flowers are we talking about?"
Izuku grinned. "As many as she can?"
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "This is going to be like one of those horribly cringy scenes in a romance movie, isn't it?"
Izuku's grin only widened. "Isn't it great?"
Hitoshi gave him a disinterested look and put his headphones back on.
Izuku folded his hands in prayer and gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes Hitoshi had ever seen. Hitoshi stubbornly closed his eyes so he didn't have to see it. Izuku flopped over his lap and Hitoshi cracked his eyes open to see actual tears gathering in the corners of those emerald orbs.
"So not fair," he sighed. "Fine. I'll help."
Izuku cheered and flung his arms around Hitoshi's neck. "Thank you! You're the best!"
…
Eijiro opened his door after hearing someone knock, but before he could even really see who it was, he was being pushed back and the door was shutting quickly. He blinked as he took in a blushing Izuku and grinning Ochaco.
"Have a minute?" the girl asked cheerfully.
"What's up?" he asked, confused but smiling gamely.
"It's time for a little make-over. We have an hour," Ochaco announced and spilled a small bag of make-up and other things all over his bed.
"I have a date with Kacchan tonight," Izuku admitted. "I tried on the only suit I own and it doesn't fit anymore. I thought maybe I could borrow something? If you don't mind?"
"And you have to help with his hair!" Ochaco added. She gave him a cheeky smile. "Since you're so good at your own."
Eijiro laughed. "Is this why you two have been acting so strange the last few days?" He grinned, clearly delighted.
"Yes," Ochaco agreed. "Now you in or you out?"
"In!" he said firmly. "You came to the right man!"
Izuku's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thanks, Eijiro. This means a lot to me."
Eijiro put an arm around his shoulders. "Think nothing of it, bro! We're going to make you look sexy as hell!"
"I think you'll look great with a little eyeliner!" Ochaco enthused.
Eijiro laughed at the way Izuku gulped. "Don't worry! We're going to make it so that Katsuki can't look away!"
…
Izuku smiled as Kacchan laughed as he told his story of how he'd set this all up. Kacchan looked so beautiful like that. His head tipped back, his mouth open and smiling wide, his eyes squinting. His ash blond hair looked tipped in silver in the moonlight.
Kacchan looked at Izuku with soft eyes, the deep ruby color catching in the candlelight. "Let's see if you bake better than you cook," he teased, smirking, and tried one of the chocolates.
Izuku bit his lip, heart thrumming as Kacchan's eyes fluttered closed, his long blond lashes brushing his cheeks. When Kacchan opened his eyes again, they were heated.
"This is damn good," he said lowly, surprised.
Izuku smiled and reached over to pick up a chocolate. "I'm a fast learner when I'm motivated," he said and brushed the chocolate softly over Kacchan's lower lip.
Kacchan watched him, riveted, as Izuku then moved to trace his upper lip with the treat.
So often they were caught up in the heat of the moment, but now he could admire Kacchan openly and take his time. Leaning forward, he licked softly at Kacchan's lower lip and then the upper one before replacing his mouth with the chocolate once more. Kacchan licked out at it, curling his tongue around the sweet. Izuku held on to it and pulled it away, kissing Kacchan and licking the chocolate off his tongue. It was good, smooth and sweet. Pulling back, he saw Kacchan had his eyes closed, his lips parted. Izuku pressed the chocolate inside, feeding him. Kacchan sighed and chewed, opening his eyes.
"Why'd you do this?" he asked curiously.
Izuku considered his answer for a minute before saying, "I don't get to love you enough."
Kacchan actually blushed at that.
Izuku liked that. He picked up another chocolate. He put it to his own lips. Not licking it or putting it in his mouth, just holding it there and letting his warm breath soften it. Kacchan watched him, a smile softening his lips. When Izuku traced his lips this time, a little chocolate was left behind. Izuku put the rest in his mouth and let it melt before reaching forward and sinking his fingers into the hair at the back of Kacchan's head. They kissed, slow and deep and tasting of sweet chocolate.
Suddenly bursting with energy, Izuku pulled away and reached over to the stereo. He pushed play and got to his feet as a cover of I Can't Help Myself by the Four Tops began to play. "Sugar pie, honey bunch…" he sang with a dopey grin, reaching his hand down. "You know that I loooooove you. I can't help myself. I love you and nobody else."
Kacchan laughed and took his hand. He pulled Izuku close to his chest and then pushed him away again, spinning him. It was Izuku's turn to laugh. They danced over the grass, spinning around each other. Grinning, Kacchan did the charlston. Izuku did a break dance move Mina had shown him. Kacchan laughed and pulled him close as a slow song came on.
They were both breathing hard and smiling. Izuku gazed up at Kacchan as they swayed together, the moon shining down on them like a spotlight. Everything disappeared except Kacchan. He couldn't hear the music anymore. Was totally unaware of what was around them. All he could see was Kacchan smiling down at him. His heart felt too big as love threatened to tear it at its seams. Words couldn't encompass how much Kacchan did for him. How much Izuku loved him.
"Why are you crying?" Kacchan asked him gently. He ran his thumb over Izuku's wet cheek.
Instead of answering, Izuku pulled away just enough to bend down and sweep the blond into his arms bridal style.
"The fuck?" Kacchan glared, but he didn't fight it and his lips were still quirked in a smile.
Izuku kissed him until the glare went away and carried him over to the quilt. He laid him down gently, hovering over Kacchan's body, his hands pressed on either side of Kacchan's head. "Let me love you?" he asked, trembling with an almost overwhelming need.
…
Katsuki stared up at Izuku. His boyfriend was so focused, so intent, his gaze an almost physical weight against Katsuki's skin. It lit a fire at his core. "Only if I can love you back, nerd," he rasped, reaching up to wind his arms around Izuku's neck and pulling him down for a scorching kiss.
Izuku moaned into his mouth, making Katsuki growl back. One arm anchored Izuku against him, the other deftly and quickly pulled Izuku's suit jacket off his shoulders. It got caught on Izuku's elbows, and Katsuki began to pop open the buttons of the dress shirt. He made sure to caress the warm skin underneath as each button popped open. He'd worked his way halfway down Izuku's chest before his boyfriend pulled away with a gasp, his lips raw and slick, his eyes dark.
"Kacchan…" he panted. "This was supposed to be for you."
Katsuki pulled Izuku into his lap as he sat up, forcing Izuku to straddle his waist, his knees bent with his calves on either side of Katsuki's thighs. "This isfor me," he said with a hungry smirk. "I'm unwrapping my present."
With a hungry growl, he leaned forward to lick up Izuku's neck and gently suck on the soft skin over his pulse point. Feeling Izuku's racing heart beat against his tongue made Katsuki's cock jump and an electric shiver run down his spine.
Izuku's hands sank into Katsuki's hair as he tipped his head back wantonly. Katsuki sucked and licked and bit his way across Izuku's throat, his fingers finishing the job of opening Izuku's shirt. Izuku's chiseled abs were revealed to his fingers. Growling, he ghosted his fingers across that warm, lightly freckled skin before breaking the seal on Izuku's throat and bending down to take a pink nipple between his teeth.
"Kacchan!" Izuku cried, ending in a whimper.
Katsuki worried at the sensitive nub gently with his teeth and sucked hard. As Izuku gasped and whimpered, Katsuki looked up through his lashes to see Izuku's lips were still swollen and red, his eyes hazy and glistening with tears. He was the most gorgeous thing Katsuki had ever seen. With a grin, Katsuki moved to the next nipple even as he worked Izuku's pants open just enough so that he could squeeze and thumb the leaking cock head trapped inside.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathed, pulling off of Izuku's nipple. They were both fat and red from Katsuki's abuse, and Katsuki wanted to make his cock match. He pinched the tip hard. Izuku yelped and clung to him, his chest heaving with every gasping, moaning breath.
"D-Do you want to take a p-picture?"
Katsuki froze. His breath in his lungs, his heart in his chest - Everything stopped as he went perfectly still.
Izuku looked at him through his lashes almost shyly, his cheeks red. His hair was still styled, his eyes lined with black. The suit hung off his arms, his dress shirt scandalously open revealing his ripped pecs and abs, the red tie hanging down his heaving chest. And at his waist, his pants button was popped open and the head of his hard, pink cock peeked out. The cold moonlight enhanced the warmth of the candlelight. Izuku was breathtaking and erotic as hell.
"Fuck yeah," Katsuki gasped, his heart kicking hard in his chest, finally beating again. He stared unblinking into Izuku's green, green eyes. "You're gonna let me?"
Izuku's blush deepened and spread down his throat and across his collarbones. He nodded. "I know Kacchan wants to."
"Where's your phone? Half n'Half has mine."
Izuku gestured to the basket. Katsuki held Izuku close to him and leaned over. He fumbled around until he found the phone, then he lay down, putting distance between him and Izuku. Izuku smiled shyly as he posed, leaning back a bit and tilting his chin up to show the faint marks on his neck.
"Hold your shirt open for me, baby," Katsuki whispered, voice guttural and raw.
Izuku's hands trembled faintly, but he reached up and held open his shirt so that his swollen, reddened nipples were revealed to the lens. They were so pretty on either side of that red tie.
"Fuck yeah, baby," Katsuki groaned, taking the picture. He flung his phone aside and sat up quickly, capturing Izuku's lips in a searing, hungry kiss. "Gonna make you scream my name," he swore before kissing him again. "Fuck. I'm gonna eat you up."
It didn't take long. Katsuki rubbed at Izuku's cock roughly and practically swallowed his tongue before thrusting his own deep inside Izuku's mouth. Izuku keened, his body bowing back as he splashed Katsuki's palm and hoodie with cum. Shaking and shuddering, Izuku collapsed against him, folding around Katsuki's shoulders as he panted for air.
Grinning, burning, dying, Katsuki growled and tried to roll them, to get Izuku under him so he could get some friction on his own throbbing cock, but Izuku suddenly flexed, One For All flicking over his body and keeping Katsuki under him.
"No." Izuku peeled himself up off Katsuki's shoulder. His eyes glowed as he stared down at Katsuki. "My turn."
Katsuki's heart leapt into his throat, but he grinned. "Yeah?" he asked roughly. "Whatcha gonna do to me?"
Green eyes glowed down at him. Izuku leaned forward and whispered against his mouth, "Gonna make you scream, Kacchan."
"Fuck." Wide eyed, Katsuki let himself be pushed down onto his back.
…
Izuku stared hungrily down at his gift. It was his turn to unwrap his present. Kacchan lay pliant under him as he tugged the blond's sweatpants and boxers down his muscled thighs and pulled them off his legs. Izuku got on his knees and pulled the lube from the basket before settling against Kacchan's side. Red eyes watched him, dark with lust. The blond's cock was hard and thick, the tip smearing the cum that was streaked across the bottom of his hoodie further over the soft material. Izuku bit his lip and took a deep breath through his nose, trying to keep it together as his cock began to harden again.
"Izu," Kacchan called, smirking. He put his hands behind his head, smug as hell. "Gonna do something or what?"
Izuku shot him a glare and bent forward to deliver a punishing kiss. When he felt Kacchan's arms drape around his shoulders, he reached down to pull the blond's leg up, hooking the back of Kacchan's knee on his elbow. Izuku pulled away, eyes still glowing.
"Wanna finger you," he said softly, seeking permission.
Kacchan's leg tensed on Izuku's arm, but as he stared into Izuku's eyes, he let himself go lax again. "Yeah. Fuck. Alright." He gave Izuku a warning glare. "You better know what you're doing, nerd."
Izuku's smile was so big it hurt his face. "Don't worry, Kacchan. I did research!"
Kacchan snorted. He watched as Izuku poured a lot of lube into his hand and smeared it around is fingers. He gasped as Izuku caressed the sensitive skin of his ass and slipped into the crack, finding the small, furled hole inside. Oh my god, Izuku thought. His heart was pounding so fast and hard, he was honestly afraid he was going to pass out, but Kacchan's narrowed eyes grounded. He couldn't fuck this up.
"Try to stay relaxed," Izuku said as calmly as he could, hands shaking. Then he held his breath and pushed gently inside.
Kacchan gasped, his fingers tightening around Izuku's biceps, but he kept his lower half relaxed as he breathed out slowly through his nose. Izuku closed his eyes, his entire focus riveted on where his fingers sank into the blond. His heart pounded in his throat as he caressed the hot, silky channel fluttering around his finger. Holy shit, he was inside Kacchan!
"Oh, Kacchan," he gasped, eyes still squeezed tightly shut. He twisted his finger slowly. "Oh god. You're so hot and soft inside."
Kacchan growled, the vibrations dancing on Izuku's fingertip. "Shut up, nerd! You're supposed to be making mefeel good."
Izuku's eyes snapped open. He stared down at Kacchan's flushed face. The blond was glaring up at him. "Sorry, Kacchan," he said softly and laid soft kisses across his cheeks and lips. "Gonna make you feel so good," he promised and pressed his middle finger against Kacchan's rim.
"Fuuuuuck…" Kacchan groaned, arching up against him, and oh shit, that made Kacchan's thigh rub against his throbbing erection. Izuku humped downward as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, twisting them, the lube squelching.
Kacchan was shaking, but he wasn't screaming yet. Pulling Kacchan's leg up higher and opening him a little deeper, Izuku pulled his fingers out. Then he pressed his middle and ring finger inside, leaving his index finger on the outside, twisting and searching. Kacchan was cussing softly. Sweat dewed his hairline. His face was flushed. Suddenly, his eyes flared wide. "FUCK!" His back arched and his fingers clawed into Izuku's arms.
Izuku grinned and lifted his head, staring into Kacchan's face. His eyes were blown wide, his mouth parted, drool glistening in the corners. Izuku twisted his fingers, angling them against the small bump that protruded from Kacchan's silky walls.
"AAAH!"
Izuku did it again and again. Kacchan's leg strained against his hold as he began to jerk and spasm. Izuku let the smallest bit of One For All slice through his muscles so he could hold the blond in place.
"Izuku! FUCK!"
Izuku watched, wide-eyed as Kacchan completely came apart.
"Izuku! Please! FUCK! Touch my fucking cock! Fuck, Izu! Let me cum! LET ME CUM!"
"You're gonna cum just from this," Izuku promised, panting and watching unblinking as Kacchan's body and face twisted in agonized pleasure.
As Izuku pounded his fingers against that little nub, a scream tore from Kacchan's lips. The blond's muscles jumped and spasmed. Izuku pumped his fingers mercilessly. They were both panting at this point, and despite the cold and ice, Kacchan was sweating. Izuku grinned as his boyfriend tangled his hands in the suit jacket to protect Izuku from his quirk if it activated.
"FUCK! FUCK! ZUKU!" Kacchan screamed, body jolting. Tears streaked down his flushed cheeks, and Izuku couldn't look away. "I CAN'T! SHIT! STOP! ZUKU! FUCK! I CAN'T! I CAN'T!"
But Izuku wasn't stopping. Kacchan howled, his body locking tight as an orgasm ripped through him so powerful that his cum actually splashed up under his own chin.
Izuku gasped. His whole body felt like it was struck with lightning as he watched Kacchan go limp, trembling and panting, eyes glazed and unseeing, drool slicking his chin. Kacchan wa E. Izuku had done that, and oh shit he was going to cum a second time.
He stared, ravenous, at Kacchan's slack expression. - the way Kacchan lay starfished on the quilt, his chest heaving - his hoodie streaked with Izuku's and his own cum - his bottom half bare, the muscles in those hard thighs visibly twitching - and oooooh…. Lightning exploded through Izuku's nerves as he gripped his cock and began to pump. With a cry, Izuku spurt over Kacchan's naked thighs and spent dick. Sobbing, he collapsed, his head falling on Kacchan's shoulder.
…
Katsuki lay limp, dazed. His body felt light and poorly strung together. He curled around Izuku and groaned. "Better have something to fucking clean this up," he muttered, still throbbing deep inside.
Izuku giggled. "Love you, Kacchan."
He sighed and answered, "Love you, nerd."
After a minute, Izuku wiggled free. Katsuki flopped on his back and glared through narrowed eyes as Izuku pulled out disinfectant wipes. Izuku cleaned his hand thoroughly, under the nails and everything. Then he threw that away in a small bag he'd brought for trash. Pulling out a new wipe, he set to cleaning Katsuki. The wipe was cold, and Katsuki hissed through his teeth. Izuku muttered apologies, but he wiped him down until he was clean. Izuku wiped at his hoodie, too, but that shit was stained until Katsuki washed it.
Once he was clean, Katsuki clumsily tugged on his sweatpants and flopped back down on the quilt. Izuku lay down with him, buttoning his pants and righting his jacket but not bothering to button his shirt, and pulled the fleece blankets over them both. They stared up at the stars twinkling down at them, the melting ice wall shimmering in the moon and candlelight.
"Hey. Kacchan. Do you think Tamaki will ever get to have something like this?" Izuku asked quietly.
Katsuki turned his head to look at his nerd. "Yeah. I do. Mirio's dumb as fuck, but he's a light, you know? He'll show Tamaki what love's supposed to be."
Izuku smiled and cuddled closer, sending warmth pulsing through Katsuki's chest. "Yeah. You're right."
Wanting to hear more of Izuku's voice, he hugged the teen close and asked, "You getting excited for the culture festival?"
Izuku smiled. "Yeah. Hitoshi and Tenya are getting much better. Mina even put in some moves inspired by your little strip tease." Suddenly, Izuku's head popped up so he could look into Katsuki's face. "Don't do that for anyone but me," he ordered with a puppy-like scowl.
Katsuki laughed. "Don't worry, Izu," he purred. "When I dance for you, it ain't gonna be anything like that. I'll fucking make you cum just from watching me."
Izuku flushed hot, but there was an answering hunger in his eyes. "You think so?" he asked lowly.
Katsuki felt his heart leap at the challenge. He nipped at Izuku's nose. "Watch me."
"Can I film it?" Izuku asked boldly.
Katsuki grinned and shrugged, jostling Izuku's head. "Sure."
Izuku buried his face against Katsuki's side with a groan. "You have no shame, Kacchan!"
Katsuki laughed again. His eyes caught on the basket. "What else you got in there?" he asked curiously.
"I cut up some fruit and cheese. There's also some sparkling water and a canteen of milk to keep it cold. Oh, and a thermos of hot chocolate!"
Katsuki snorted. "Basically every sugar possible."
He sat up and pulled out the tupperware of fruit. Strawberries were in one, apple slices drizzled in lemon juice to keep it from browning in another. Katsuki's mouth watered. He went for the apple slices and hummed in approval. Izuku sat up and ran his hand through Katsuki's hair.
"Good?"
Katsuki answered by putting an apple slice against Izuku's lips. Izuku bit into it and Katsuki chased the juice that spilled over Izuku's chin with his tongue. "Delicious," he answered, eyes twinkling.
Izuku giggled. "You're in a good mood."
Katsuki narrowed his eyes playfully. "Don't ruin it," he warned.
Izuku held his hands up in surrender, grinning. "I won't!" His expression turned sly. "Does that mean I can do that to you again?"
Katsuki lifted an eyebrow. "After I do you," he decided.
Izuku blushed, smiling happily. "Okay," he agreed and took a strawberry.
They sat side by side, leaning against each other as they ate the snacks Izuku had packed. Katsuki reached into the basket to put away the now empty tupperware and felt something at the bottom. Crinkling his brow, he pulled out Izuku's red rope. Izuku looked at it and ducked his head.
"Izu?" Katsuki asked quietly, refusing to let his boyfriend hide.
Izuku took a breath and lifted his head. He looked conflicted. "That's for later. I don't want to ruin the date by talking about it now. We still have a few more hours before morning."
Katsuki calmly sat the rope aside and pulled Izuku into his lap so that his boyfriend was sitting sideways, his back supported by Katsuki's arm. Lifting his other hand, Katsuki gently took Izuku's chin in hand and forced those green eyes to meet his own.
"Listen to me good, Izuku," he said firmly. "You don't ruin anything. The stuff you go through… It's not a burden to me. Or something you have to make up for… I wantto be here. Visions and villains and all. I'm not going to lie to you and say it isn't hard. It is." When Izuku opened his mouth, Katsuki cut him off with a sharp, "But! It's nothingto how hard it would be to not have you in my life. I chooseto be here. I wantto be here. For all of it. Because this. Me and you together. It's my bestlife. No version of my life without you in it could be halfas good. Get it?"
Tears quietly rolled down Izuku's cheeks. He looked surprised, but he also looked like he'd actually heard him. Good. Katsuki gently kissed away the tears. When he pulled back, there was a peaceful look in Izuku's expression that Katsuki hadn't seen in a long, long time. It made pride swell in his chest that he was the one to put it there.
"So. If you want, we can wait to talk about the ropes. Or we can talk about it now." Katsuki shrugged. "I'm good with either. Talking about it won't ruin shit."
"I want you to wrap my arms and chest," Izuku answered calmly, meeting his eyes. "Not so that I'm restrained. More like a harness. Like you've done before. So it feels like you're there with me. At least a little."
Katsuki held his eyes. "Okay," he agreed with an equal calm. "I can do that."
Izuku kissed him. It was soft and sweet, much like Izuku himself. Katsuki kept his mouth soft, but his hand snaked out and tightened around the rope next to him. His mind raced as he thought about what this rope meant to Izuku. Thought about tomorrow night when Izuku would be vulnerable and surrounded by the enemy as the full moon rose. Thought about what Izuku needed from him, and a fire lit deep in his chest. When the kiss broke, his eyes burned with an almost ferocious light.
"I'm gonna make you so pretty, baby," he purred, testing the water. He let go of the rope to cradle Izuku's soft cheek. "You're gonna feel me all over you."
Izuku flushed and stared at him with wide eyes. "K-Kacchan…" he stuttered, his pupils dilating.
"You want that?" he asked softly, lips brushing Izuku's with every word. "Wanna be able to feel me all around you?"
Izuku almost went limp against him. "Yes," he answered, and there was so much desire and need in his voice there was no question that it was what Izuku wanted. What he needed.
Katsuki gave a possessive smile and caressed Izuku's lips with his fingertips. "Want you to get naked for me, Izuku. Can you do that?"
"Yes," Izuku agreed, breathless, staring at Katsuki as if spellbound.
"Once you're naked, I want you to kneel in front of me while I get the ropes ready."
Izuku shakily got to his feet with Katsuki's help and began to take off his clothes. Katsuki watched as his love's body was slowly revealed as the suit jacket, shirt, and tie were carelessly discarded. Then Izuku stripped off his pants and underwear. Last came his sneakers and socks. Eyes holding Katsuki's, he gracefully knelt down. Katsuki could almost see his pulse jumping in his throat. Katsuki got up and crouched before him. He caressed his face and Izuku leaned into the touch.
"That's good. Just like that. So perfect for me."
Izuku shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. "Kacchan…"
Katsuki grinned wolfishly. "Keep saying my name, baby. I like that."
Izuku sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. "Kacchan."
Heart thundering in his chest, Katsuki turned to the basket and pulled out all the rope Izuku had brought. There were four coils of it. Two that were five feet long and two that were ten feet long. That would be plenty for what he had in mind.
"Do you trust me?" he asked as he ran a length of rope through his hands, testing the give and smoothness.
Izuku's eyes opened. His gaze was unflinching, his answer unhesitating. "Yes."
This time it was Katsuki's turn to shiver. As mind blowing as it'd been, this was somehow more intimate than having Izuku's fingers up his ass, reaching deep inside him. Seeing Izuku kneeling there by choice, with unconditional trust radiating from his eyes… It humbled Katsuki in a way nothing else had ever come close to.
Katsuki crouched and kissed him, trying to breathe all his gratitude and love into Izuku's body. Pulling back, he cradled Izuku's face in his hands and said clearly, "I love you."
Izuku gripped Katsuki's wrists lightly, tears beading on his dark lashes. "I love you, Kacchan."
"I'm going to keep you safe," he promised, staring deep into Izuku's eyes. "You won't see me, but every breath you take, you're going to feel these ropes and you'll know I'm watching. I'm not going to let them hurt you. If they try…" He took a deep breath. "I will destroythem," he vowed, dead fucking serious.
Izuku didn't flinch or protest. His hands tightened around Katsuki's wrists. "I know."
"Good." Katsuki pulled away and reached for the rope.
…
Izuku floated in a place of perfect safety as ropes were braided and coiled back and forth over his torso, his waist, his thighs. Kacchan's hands were warm, solid, steady. They moved with perfect confidence and control.
"Too tight?" Kacchan's voice called.
"No," he answered each time.
"Breathe out for me, Izuku."
And Izuku would breathe out as the rope was tied and secured. He felt the stretch and resistance of the ropes withe very inhale and sank more into that feeling of safetyand homeand Kacchan. Red ropes. Red eyes blazing down at him. Watching. Holding him steady, promising protection.
"So pretty," Kacchan murmured, pressing kisses into the skin of his shoulder.
"So perfect for me," the praise whispered against his spine.
"I've got you," a promise repeated with every new loop and tug of the ropes holding him steady.
"Look at how beautiful you are."
Izuku blinked, waking up from the peaceful haze he floated in, and looked down. Diamonds of red rope checkered his torso, like a large net that somehow enhanced the hard lines of his pecs and abs. He twisted and shifted, lifting his arms to test the give. The ropes resisted but didn't hinder his movement, and Izuku could feel them there just as promised with every breath he took. It was beautiful, just as Kacchan said.
"It's like art," he whispered in awe.
"It's not like art," Kacchan argued. His red, red eyes burned into Izuku. "It is art." He trailed a single finger over the ropes, possessive. "A masterpiece."
Izuku flushed, his heart pounding against his bound ribs. "Kacchan," he whined, need flaring through him so bright it brought tears to his eyes. "Please. Kacchan."
Kacchan stared at him. Then he stood. Izuku tipped his head back to look up at him. Kacchan towered over him, powerful and completely in control. Izuku gasped, thrumming with desire.
"Hook your fingers in the ropes at the small of your back," Kacchan ordered, voice low and commanding.
Izuku obeyed, mouth hanging open as he panted. He never took his eyes off the blond.
…
Katsuki kept his expression neutral, but inside he hesitated. They'd never done anything like this with the ropes on. The ropes weren't for sexual pleasure. They were something so much more. But he knew that look, that filled his eyes with desperate tears. Twice before, when Katsuki had taken his mouth, had stolen his breath and filled him completely, Izuku had looked up at him with that same look. One of burning need but also perfect trust.
"Kacchan," Izuku whimpered, hands now locked at the small of his back.
His pink cock brushed against the ropes that twisted over his lower stomach and hips. He gasped, his mouth falling open as he waited, eyes full of need. And Katsuki would be lying if he wasn't hard as a fucking rock. Decided, he tugged down his sweats and freed his cock.
"Let go of the rope if you want me to stop," he ordered lowly.
Izuku nodded, his hands flexing and holding tighter to the rope at the small of his back as Katsuki stepped forward and cupped the back of his head.
Katsuki slid inside that slick cavern like coming home. He flexed his hips when he met resistance at the back of Izuku's mouth and pushed down his throat all the way to the root. Tears spilled down Izuku's face as his throat spasmed around Katsuki, his air cut off, and Katsuki nearly came right there as he watched Izuku's teary eyes go soft as they filled with a beautiful serenity.
"Oh, Izu," Katsuki breathed, petting Izuku's tear-streaked cheek with his free hand. His other tangled in Izuku's curls as he pulled his hips back, let Izuku gasp in one lungful of air, and slid back into the soft squeeze of his throat.
"Izu," he whispered lovingly. "Izu, fuck. I love you. I love you, Zuku." His dick glistened with spit as he slid back over that soft tongue and out the spit-slick lips, and he groaned as he pushed back in, claiming that space and owning it completely.
Izuku choked and gagged and slobbered as his throat milked Katsuki's cock, fluttering and spasming. Drool dripped messily down to the quilt in glistening strands, but his eyes never left Katsuki's, gleaming with trust and need and pleasure. Even as his face went red from suffocation. Even as Katsuki's thrusts shifted from a smooth press in and out to a more punishing rhythm.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," Katsuki groaned. He had both hands fisted in Izuku's hair now as he began to fuck Izu's throat in earnest. "Fuck. Zuku. Zuku."
He thrust back into that tight channel before he fully left it, not giving Izuku a chance to breathe anymore, his hips slapping against Izuku's face, mashing into his nose. Katsuki felt the heat build deep in his core. Felt everything spiraling tight.
"Izuku…. Baby…"
Izuku's eyes rolled up in his head. He was losing consciousness, but his fingers hung tight to the ropes at his back.
"Oh fuuuuck…"
Katsuki's thrusts became brutal. Suddenly, he locked Izuku's head tight to his pelvis. He came hard and dirty straight down the teen's throat. Hot pleasure rocketed through him, shaking him to his core, and Katsuki tossed his head back. Gasping, he stared up at the stars as they flared bright and seemed to dance and twirl around each other, heat pulsing through his veins, sparking under his skin.
Katsuki staggered. He gave a whole body shiver as his dripping cock slipped from Izuku's sloppy mouth. His legs went to jelly and he dropped to his knees. Izuku tipped forward toward him, and Katsuki barely caught him, his hands clumsy, his hands trembling. They leaned against each other, both shaking and gasping for air.
Gently laying Izu down, Katsuki pulled the blankets up over them both. He curled around Izuku protectively, murmuring nonsense into his ear as he held him tight, the ropes between them pressing into their skin. Izuku clung to him, a smile curving up his swollen lips, and slept.
Chapter end.
A/n:Next chapter: the full moon.