Sundays were meant for Shouto and Izuku to unwind, their time to connect and spend time together they otherwise wouldn't have during the week. And somehow, after they had lunch together, Izuku found himself at his desk, transferring photos and sorting them.

Shouto lazed in bed with a book balanced with one hand on his lap, his eyes ever so often peering up at Izuku who sat mumbling and combing his hands through his hair, twisting a lock absentmindedly whenever he went silent. Shouto knew he was biting his lip and he smiled.

"You can't turn your brain off, can you?" Shouto asked. Izuku didn't turn or answer him. Shouto sighed. "You don't ever hear a word I say when you're like this."

Izuku curled the end of his hair around a finger and bent further into his knees, resting his chin on them and hugging his legs to his chest with his elbow.

"Babe." Shouto said. Izuku didn't answer and Shouto laughed under his breath.

"Midoriya."

"Hmm?" Izuku said, turning and looking at Shouto, his eyes seeming to come out of a daze.

"Do you want to come here?" Shouto said. He closed his book, put it on the side table and patted the empty space on the bed. "You can do that tomorrow, can't you?"

Izuku's cheeks reddened and he glanced back at Katsuki's face on the screen. His eyes skittered between Shouto and the picture before he quickly turned the monitor off and climbed into bed.

"Mm'sorry." Izuku said as he snuggled into Shouto. "I'll do better."

"You don't have to do better," Shouto said with a laugh. "It's okay that you work, but I don't like sharing my Sundays with Katsuki Bakugou."

"You're not shari-" Izuku started to protest.

"I know, it's fine, shut up." Shouto said. He pressed his lips to Izuku's and hugged him tightly. Izuku made a sound of protest into his mouth and moaned when Shouto nipped at his lip lightly, smiling against his lips.

"You have too much clothes on." Shuoto said as he kissed Izuku again, rolling himself and Izuku so that he could press the length of his body to Izuku's.

Izuku ran his hands along Shouto's back and trailed it up the back of his neck and into his hair, fisting it and tugging slightly, eliciting a moan from Shouto and earning another nip at his lips. Their mouths tasted each other slowly and Shouto slid his legs between Izuku's and ground his hips into him. One hand cupped Izuku's freckled cheek and the other tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and slipped his hand along Izuku's stomach and up to his chest.

Izuku pushed his hand away and pulled away from the kiss, his lips an inch from Shouto's. He could feel Shouto's breath cooling his still wet lips and he shivered.

"Do you want to stop?" Shouto asked, his hands hesitated as it hovered at his stomach.

"No, no." Izuku smiled and kissed him again. "I think we should get the things from the drawer."

"Mmm." Shouto moaned into Izuku's mouth. He curled his tongue against Izuku's and deepened the kiss. Izuku pushed against his chest again.

"Come on, babe, the-" Izuku tried to say, the words muffled against Shouto's lips.

"I think, I'd like to savour this first." Shouto said. His hand dipped past the waist band of Izuku's pants and grasped at his shaft, wetness met his palm where Izuku was oozing pre come. Izuku whimpered against Shouto's lips in protest, his hips thrust eagerly in response.

"I forgot how wonderful you tasted." Shouto whispered breathlessly. Izuku nipped at his mouth and Shouto increased his grip along his shaft, working his hand along his length. "Take these bloody pants off, they're in the way."

Izuku fumbled with his pants and slid them off. He tossed them to the floor and found Shouto's mouth with his own, pulling him closer with his arms and longing for Shouto's hand on him again.

"When was the last time I was inside of you, huh?" Shouto asked. Izuku's skin flushed pink with a blush. He remembered their stolen shower sex in the studio and maybe a month ago when Shouto had coaxed him into bed.

"I'm sorry, Todo." Izuku mumbled, Shouto's hand squeezed along his shaft slowly, "I can be better."

"You're a busy man, Izu, just let me have my way with you." Shouto said into Izuku's neck. He trailed kisses along his skin and up to his jaw, pulling his skin between his teeth in pinches to gain tiny groans and eager thrusts into his hand.

"Please." Izuku panted. His hands twisted into Shouto's hair and pulled at his face eagerly for deeper kisses. Shouto quickened his hand's movement, the wetness of Izuku lubricated his length with every movement.

"No no no." Shouto said with a grin, his eyes hooded as he looked at Izuku's head which was thrown back in pleasure. "Don't come for me yet, love."

Shouto kissed along his jaw and trailed down his neck, sucking the skin above his collarbones and leaving tiny pink spots in a trail. Izuku's fingers gripped Shouto's hair in excited twists and pushed gently on Shouto's head urging him down. Shouto gripped Izuku's thigh and waist as his mouth found Izuku's head and kissed it, tasting him with his lips before sliding his tongue along the base of his head.

"Todo-" Izuku moaned, his hip jerked a little at the contact and Shouto chuckled.

"There's a good boy." Shouto said against his head before popping the pink head into his mouth and sucking slightly while trailing his tongue in tiny swirls. Izuku throbbed in his mouth and Shouto used that as encouragement to sink Izuku further into his mouth, Izuku squirmed and whimpered.

"I'll co-" Izuku's grip strengthened as he felt himself slide along the inside of Shouto's mouth and across his tongue. Shouto pulled away, his mouth wet and messy.

"If you do, I will still have my way with you." Shouto said, a slow smile breaking across his face. Izuku's eyes widened. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Izuku nodded, and his hips jerked forward eagerly. Shouto took Izuku back into his mouth and sucked gently at first, his palm working along Izuku's shaft. When Izuku throbbed and rocked his hips in encouragement, Shouto increased his speed until Izuku slapped his hand to his mouth and bit down to stifle his moan. Shouto let his hand roam to Izuku's muscular cheek and gripped it as tightly as he could, holding Izuku in rhythm as he rolled his hips.

Izuku was squirming with pleasure, the sensation building deep in his gut and threading through to his fingertips and toes. His body spasmed as he came into Shouto's throat and he lay panting and slightly sweaty, staring at the ceiling in a daze as the tiny waves continued until the pleasurable tingles died off.

"Todo, that was amazing." Izuku said breathlessly.

"I'm not done yet, or did you forget?" Shouto said as he sat up. He dragged his thumb across the wetness on his chin and lip. Izuku let his eyes drop to meet Shouto's grey and blue and quivered with anticipation. He watched as Shouto reached into the bedside table and withdrew a small towel and a bottle of lube. The condoms lay forgotten.

Shouto turned Izuku with a gentle push and lay the towel below him before pulling him back down and toward him, pushing his legs apart as he did so. Izuku had gone soft after his orgasm, but he could feel the blood returning and he knew he would be ready again soon.

Shouto took him back into his mouth and pleasure shot through him, he felt himself stiffen in his mouth before he retreated. He slid his finger between Izuku's open legs and against his hole in a tease, Izuku's breaths came in tiny gasps as he waited.

"Because you haven't done this in a while, I'm going to take my time in getting you ready." Shouto said. Izuku always admired the cool, collected way that Shouto often looked at him whenever he was sprawled and exposed before him, like he was being surveyed and admired all at once.

Shouto squeezed lube onto his fingers and returned his fingers' attentions to Izuku's hole, the contact made his now rapidly stiffening shaft twitch in response. Izuku watched as Shouto looked up at him and he nodded. He closed his eyes and his back arched slightly as he prepared himself.

Shouto pushed his fingertip in and Izuku gripped onto him, and when Shouto didn't sink further in, Izuku worked his hips so that Shouto's entire finger was now buried inside. Shouto curled it slightly and kissed Izuku's inner thigh as he squirmed.

Izuku felt Shouto sink a second finger and his tip oozed eagerly, he pressed his palm to his mouth and groaned.

"Todo-" Izuku stammered, canting his hips against Shouto's fingers, craving the sensation of being filled. "More!"

Shouto spread his fingers and after curving into Izuku a couple times, he inserted his third finger. Izuku whimpered, his eyes scrunched closed as he felt himself contorting to help Shouto move faster. He wanted Shouto to move faster, it had been too long since he was touched, loved, fucked.

Izuku reached for Shouto's face and pulled him back onto him so that he could press his lips to Shouto's, open mouthed and desperate. He reached into Shouto's pajama pants and gripped his shaft, the cloth damp from his own excitement. They ground into each other to relieve the tension and Izuku found it easy to keep rhythm, keeping long strokes and biting at Shouto's lips as he curled his fingers and moved in and out of him in quicker motions. Izuku fumbled with Shouto's waist band and pushed it down to free him and free his own hand's movement.

"You're so impatient today." Shouto said, his own breaths coming uneven and hitched. "Turn around." The words were rushed and he withdrew his fingers quickly to rotate Izuku's hips so that they were in the air and Izuku balanced on his elbows. Shouto widened his knees with a gentle push of his legs.

Izuku felt Shouto's hot palm against his skin and he pressed his face into the sheets, pushing his hips back greedily. He heard the wet noises of the lube and whimpered at the thought of finally feeling Shouto press into him.

It was all consuming, when Shouto pushed into Izuku, slowly until his entire length was buried to the base. Shouto held himself still as Izuku adjusted to his size and clenched around him, dropped from his elbows onto his chest, fisted the sheets and moaned.

Izuku heard Shouto grunt, the sound came from his chest and rumbled out which encouraged Izuku to roll his hips slightly before Shouto could withdraw and thrust.

"You're getting a little ahead of yourself." Shouto said, his voice sounded gravelly and heavy with want. Izuku worked his hips forward and back so that he could feel Shouto's length move into him. He moaned and kept momentum, Shouto's hands gripped his waist and pulled him roughly back. Izuku yelped at the sensation and rolled his hips again.

"You want it like that, then?" Shouto said. His voice was a whisper, Izuku could hardly hear it over the sound of his own breath in the sheets. He nodded.

"Let me hear you." Shouto said. He ground himself into Izuku who groaned into his arm as he shifted below Shouto.

"Yes-" Izuku said, his voice caught in his throat as Shouto thrust into him again. "Yes, Todo."

With that permission, Shouto thrust harder into Izuku, wet noises increased in sound and echoed about the room in tandem with Izuku's whimpers and moans as Shouto hit his pleasure spot with increasing vigour. Izuku felt his toes start to tingle and his finger tips as the pleasure wove itself out and throughout his body, building in a tight wound up ball of pleasure that needed to burst.

He was too sensitive, he didn't think he could come again, but Shouto thrust into him with such force, his legs had given out and he lay flat against the bed. He angled his hips up as best he could so that Shouto could bury his length the way he needed it.

Shouto reached his hand around, grasped at Izuku's shaft and worked this length in his fist. He balanced on one arm but pressed the length of his body onto Izuku's back. Shouto kissed the back of his neck and tugged at his earlobe with his teeth, nipping at his jaw and sucked more love bites into his shoulder.

"You going to come again for me, Izu?" Shouto said. Izuku nodded, his jaw clenched at the sensation of Shouto's firm grip and the full feeling of Shouto's length in him. "Ah, ah. What did I say?"

"Yes- Todo." Izuku said into his arm, his mouth fell open as Shouto thrust into him and his hand worked expertly along his shaft.

Izuku moaned low and long as he felt himself pulse in futility as he had hardly anything to give and his body began to tremble from exertion. Shouto had slowed for a moment to allow him to ride his pleasurable waves before he pounded again into him with full force, and Izuku sobbed in pleasure and the overbearing sensitivity of the feeling.

And in rapid thrusts, Shouto sank into Izuku and he felt warmth pool into him as Shouto shuddered on top of him, slowing his movements to empty himself completely into Izuku's hole.

He only lay a moment with his full weight on Izuku before he pulled out to Izuku's protest and lay on his back panting. His skin felt cool as wind from the air conditioner hit his wet skin. He was sore in a way that he had forgotten he enjoyed. Different kind of sore than a gym session.

The shower was a blur and he was grateful for their foresight to use a towel because a midafternoon nap was the only thing they were capable of after their impromptu lovemaking.

Izuku shifted in his office chair as his legs ached. He smiled unconsciously as he remembered his Sunday. He was flipping through Katsuki's photos that he hadn't finished sorting yesterday. He thought about giving Iida a photo to work on to see how far he had come in terms of the more complicated shoots. Shouto had suggested it, even if it was a little extra work for Iida to do, it wouldn't affect the final product and gave him experience.

Kyoka knocked at the door, her head peered in and her earrings dangled as she met Izuku's eyes.

"Hey boss, you have a shoot in 5, do you want Iida to take it?" she asked. She stepped into the office and pushed the door open.

"Hmmm, no, I can do it." Izuku said with a smile. He still felt incredibly odd giving other adults orders, he felt like a kid himself. "Remind me to hire a secretary, Kyoka. I don't want you undertaking a role you didn't sign up for."

"I'm happy to!" she said with a smile. "No worries, things aren't tough right now."

Shouto came behind her, food held in his hands hanging heavy in bags.

"I got lunch! What's up?" he said as he sidled past Kyoka and into the office. He held out a large bag to her and she took it with a shy smile.

"Oh nothing! Izuku was joking about getting a secretary." Kyoka said as she stepped back a little, trying to escape the room. Shouto gave her a small smile and she took that as her queue to leave.

"That's not a bad idea. You can't upkeep the clients personal calls alone and scheduling by yourself anymore. I'll hire someone or ask one of the girls if they want the role. Then maybe hire someone to fill their vacant spot." Shouto said as he pulled a chair to Izuku's desk and started unpacking the food.

"Mm," Izuku responded absentmindedly as his eyes flitted over Katsuki's red eyes. "If you think so, I thought we were doing okay."

"We're about to be busier, with Bakugou under our portfolio." Shouto said. He pushed Izuku's food container toward him.

"I can't eat now, I have a shoot." Izuku said. "You eat though, please."

Shouto watched as Izuku left the chair and food before he opened his box and peered at his food.

Izuku didn't remember much of the rest of the day, his brain operated on autopilot. He didn't bother with gym today and instead curled up on his chair early, before his computer and edited Katsuki's portraits. By Tuesday he was done and had emailed them to Ochako, retreating from the send button twice before pressing it finally.

Iida had proven his adequacy with an impressive edit of the selected photo of Katsuki and was given a raise and more responsibilities. Izuku found himself with too much free time and spent most of it in the gym.

It wasn't until the end of the following week with no word from Ochako, he considered messaging Katsuki again. He shook the thought from his mind almost immediately and automatically grasped at his gym bag's straps before he grunted at the empty studio in frustration and threw the straps angrily off his shoulder.

"Gym, work, home, gym, work, home." Izuku mumbled. "Don't I have any other hobbies?"

He sat down, defeated. His eyes glazed over and he remembered Katsuki, clad in boxers and shimmering in the setting sun. He felt a surge of pride at what he had accomplished.

You tried modellin' too? He heard Katsuki's quiet question echo in his mind, the question from weeks ago that caught him by surprise.

Izuku had tried modelling, but posing himself in front of a self timer proved difficult for him compared to pointing a camera at someone else and composing his photographs. And he was never comfortable enough to try hiring a photographer to photograph him so he could try. He cringed at the idea of posing before Iida, or even Shouto.

Izuku's eyes refocused again on the white backdrop and he looked around at the lights.

He could try now. He could try again and see what it felt like. He was a much more skilled photographer than he was years ago. Maybe it was easier.

When he found a camera and one charged battery, he attached it to a tripod, attached the receiver for the shutter trigger, plugged it into the laptop, and turned the studio lights on. He placed a mannequin where he would stand and adjusted everything.

The clothing rack called out to him and he saw a white shirt. He stripped off his own and pulled the short sleeved shirt on, leaving it open. He took his shoes off and stood watching himself in the mirror. He felt silly.

"Fuck." Izuku muttered to himself. He combed his hands through his hair and shrivelled as he realised he had never known himself with a different haircut. It's been this mop of curls for as long as he knew. His abs peeked through his open shirt and his body rippled with muscle he had built over the past few weeks of diligent gyming.

Izuku took a deep breath. I can do this, I'm different, I'm better.

He didn't know why he felt so nervous, he was alone here with no one to judge him. Except myself , he thought darkly.

He counted to five and then walked to the spot marked by the mannequin, the trigger for the shutter in his hand.

He used the laptop to frame himself and he started shooting.

No matter how he posed, he didn't look quite right. And it wasn't long before he was comparing himself to Katsuki's elegant and effortless poses. He tried to imitate his favourite shots of Katsuki, but he just looked like an awkward teenager who didn't know how to maneuver the length of his own limbs yet. He threw himself back flat onto the floor and groaned at the ceiling in frustration.

Out of frustration and curiosity, he looked through the hundred photos he had taken of himself and without a second thought, deleted them and cleared the Trash on the desktop.

He was no Katsuki Bakugou.