Izuku

The tension that had been building all week in Izuku's muscles relaxed despite the wild beating of his heart. A slick sheen of sweat coated his heaving chest. His mind was blank, numb, and the only way he could think to describe the sensations he was feeling was white. Pure white, blindingly so, like light so bright that made it impossible to see.

Katsuki was in class. Izuku was alone in his dorm with the door locked and his hearing aids up as high as possible without hurting him. It was early, and he had a golden opportunity to take some time to himself to work out a few issues.

Ever since that day when Katsuki had tackled him in the park, he couldn't stop thinking about the other. The way his hips straddled Izuku as he pinned him. The tight hold of his eyes on Izuku. God, he wanted it all. He wanted every tantalizing feature that made up Katsuki. But seeing as how their date wasn't for another three days... And while this was a first date and nothing was set in stone, Izuku's brain had decided to literally screw him over. He'd had a wet dream in the early hours of the morning featuring no one other than Katsuki.

Dream Kacchan pinned him against the wall, his hands raised above his head. The blond's lips were pressed to the juncture between Izuku's neck and collarbone. He whispered sweet nothings to Izuku, calling him Bunny while his other hand dipped dangerously lower and lower until...

Izuku's alarm went off, the strong vibrations of the deaf/hard of hearing device signalling him to get up for his daily run. He'd woken with a start, his hand frantically searching for the off switch. And once the device was shut off, he groaned and bemoaned the end of his dream. He had wished it was all true, but he was always met with the cold reality that it was, in fact, not. He was alone in his bed.

That wet dream wasn't the first he'd had. He lamented their loss every time he woke up, but he was sure that it wasn't going to be the last. It was, however, the first one Izuku had actually given in to.

He was now sprawled out on his bed, a towel beneath him and his legs spread wide. One hand palmed his erection slowly while the other, slicked with lube, teased his entrance with slow, circular motions. Tentatively, he slipped one finger in. With gentle ministrations, he worked himself open. Soft keening noises emanated from him, and soon enough, he was able to get a second finger in, down to his knuckles. His fingertips brushed his prostate in an almost teasing manner, sending tingles of anticipation down his spin. A soft moan escaped Izuku's lips as he worked on scissoring himself open. He made quick work of it, his body aching to get to his main goal.

When he removed his fingers with a pronounced whimper, he felt jarringly empty. He was turned on and needy, his nerves around his body alive with arousal. He released his dick from his grasp. On the bed beside him, was a medium-sized, silicone dildo. Izuku slicked it with lube before he placed the tip at his entrance. Slowly, he pressed in, his body tensing around it. The stretch burned, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. On the contrary, he did this more than the average person, probably. At least once or twice a day. But the sensations never got old. On the contrary, it got better coming straight into it from the half-baked arousal from a wet dream. The only way he could think to make anything better was to have Katsuki involved. But he didn't want to rush things.

Once the dildo was seated firmly in his ass, Izuku relaxed once more. He took his length into his palm again, stroking it as he slowly slid the dildo in and out. It only took him a moment to find his prostate with the tip of the toy, and after that, he made sure to hit it with each languid shift of his hand. With each plunge of the toy and each stroke of his hand, loud, lewd moans filled the dorm.

Izuku's thumb tip ran along the head of his dick, spreading the warm precum that beaded there across his skin. Just that small touch sent a shudder of sensitivity coursing through his spine. God. It felt so amazing. All of it combined. It made that overwhelmingly white feeling rear its glorious head. The only way he could feel more alive than this was if Katsuki was here, making him feel all of these explosive feelings.

And when the sensations tipped him toward the edge, Izuku stuttered out, "Y-Yes! K-Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan."

The name rolled off his tongue repeatedly in some sort of praising chant. Yes. He needed this. He needed this so bad. He needed Kacchan. Needed him to- to-

The white feeling exploded, surging through his body and stiffening his muscles. His eyes sat at half mast and his lip parted to release a sigh. Spurts of white covered Izuku's freckled chest, and he moaned and stroked his way through his orgasm. It was intense, hot, enveloping, but most of all, white. That bright light that threatened to mask another one of his senses.

The greenette's chest heaved as came down from his high. His eyes fluttered a little bit as he forced them to stay open. He pulled the dildo from its seat and set it on the towel beside him. He was spent despite having only just woken up.

He cleaned himself and the toy up as best as he could without taking it to the bathroom. After turning on the wax warmer on his bookshelf to mask the scent of sex, Izuku laid back down in his bed to catch another half an hour of sleep.

Who needed a daily run, anyhow?

Katsuki

The blond tapped his foot impatiently as he stood outside of the small mop and pop shop cafe that he'd decided upon for his date with Deku. Katsuki was early. He had this thing where he usually was, chronically so. It was good to a point, but with his nerves already so high at the thought of a date with his roommate turned daily irritation turned silent pining crush, it was literal murder.

It would have made more sense for them to leave together. They lived together for fuck's sake, but the shitty nerd had decided to have Round Cheeks help him get ready. He at least hoped that that meant she'd get him to wear something more than a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. The nerd just kept getting lazier and lazier as the semester wore on. He milked that whole starving artist thing.

Katsuki glanced down at his watch for what had to be the tenth time since he arrived outside of the cafe. There were five minutes until the time they had decided upon for their dinner date. Five agonizing minutes which gave Katsuki a second to check his appearance in the glass window of the establishment.

He had to admit, he'd done pretty well at getting himself together. He wore black ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, a faded black jean jacket, and his combat boots. It was a lot of black on black on black, but it worked on him and the aesthetic he usually carried. It was also comfortable enough for the late spring weather while also making him look desirable enough. At least he hoped.

Ever since he'd asked Deku on this date, allowed himself to act the fact that he liked the stupid nerd, he'd been relentlessly checking him out. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was a bad idea because he was still getting over the long-lasting effects of an almost sexual assault, but he couldn't help but lust after him. The guy was built like a fuckin' tank. He had sculpted muscle that, when Katsuki caught small, shameful glimpses of when the greenette changed, he couldn't help but become aroused. He would have never guessed that beneath all of those sweatpants and baggy shirts that Deku actually had an ass. Not to mention thighs made by the fuckin' gods. He'd realized it at the party when the nerd had worn those sinfully tight pants. Of course, he didn't exactly get a lot of time to admire the view seeing as how he lost the nerd... He just hoped that Round Cheeks could come through for him.

More than anything, he was nervous for the date. Katsuki had hung out with Deku on more than one occasion. They'd even gone out for post-studying bowls of ramen, but none of those occasions had been considered an actual date. Adding that four-lettered label made his nerves skyrocket like he was some high school freshman. It wasn't as if he'd never had a goddamn date before. Hell, he'd always been considered a suave kind of guy back in high school. It had to be because this was Deku. This was someone that he was more than interested in. If all this worked out, he hoped to get Deku on a second date and maybe even call him his boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, the nerd was walking down the street. And what Katsuki found to be the least surprising was his facial expression. The nerd chewed his lower lip, looking around nervously. It was as if the nerd felt out of place, which he probably did. The cafe may have been a mom and pop shop, but it was on the nicer side. It was a place Katsuki had found a couple months back, and despite being a little on the expensive side, he'd kept going because the food was just too damn good.

When his nerd - no the nerd - found him, his eyes lit up and he smiled at Katsuki with that smile he reserved for his friends. It made his heart stuttered and flip annoyingly. But he didn't care. Hell, he doubted he'd care if his heart stuttered like that looking at Deku ever again. Katsuki's eyes raked over him, taking in his short, muscular form. He looked good. Really good. Round cheeks didn't hold back.

He wore light colored ripped jeans that hugged his assets favorably - and by that, he meant that it made Deku look like sex on legs. His shirt was a slightly oversized black and white striped shirt, which he had french-tucked into his jeans. And to top it all off, he wore his nicest pair of red sneakers - a pair of vans that looked like they'd been hardly worn. But that wasn't even the best part. Ochako must have worked some fucking magic on freckles' hair, because his forest-green curls, were wild and volumunous and frizz-free. They looked soft and glossy, especially with the way they caught the afternoon sunlight. And from the looks of it, she even put a tiny bit of makeup on the guy to give his features just that little extra something. He had to admit, Deku looked fuckin' good.

"Hey, Kacchan!" Deku called, waving as he approached.

Katsuki smirked in response. "Bout time, nerd," he said.

"How long were you waiting?"

"Not too long," he said with a shrug.

He opened the door and held it for Deku. The greenette flashed him yet another one of those blinding smiles that made his heart do tricks.

"Thanks Kacchan!"

They were seated in the small cafe next to one of the large windows that overlooked the park across the road. For a while, Katsuki talked about random shit. Things that had happened during the day in class. Like the one guy, Sato, who made this amazing sweet and savory balsamic chicken that literally melted in your mouth. Or the French transfer student, Aoyama, who couldn't master any simple Japanese recipe to save his life. The conversations seemed to interest Deku, but when it was his turn in the discourse of conversation, he fell flat. He fidgeted in his spot, his eyes averted away.

After about halfway through their meal, Katsuki finally said something.

"What? Am I really that bad to be on a date with?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The spaced between his brows was pinched in irritation and a hint of worry.

Deku's eyes widened at that, and he waved his hands in that concilitating fashion he always seemed to do when he felt as though he pissed Katsuki off.

"No! Honestly, you're not," he said sincerely. "I - ah - I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Fuckin why? This shit is hardly any different than we normally hang out."

"Because this is a date."

Ah. Right. That four-lettered label that had made his own stomach turn not that long ago. Yeah. Figures Deku would overthink that shit.

"That's just a fancy fuckin' label," he said. "You have no reason to be nervous. It's just me."

"That's exactly the reason I have to be worried," Deku moaned distraughtly.

"What's that supposed to fuckin' mean?"

"You're you. You're funny and too handsome for your own good. And, I really, really like you, but every time I open my mouth, I feel like I'm just going to word vomit all over the place, just like I'm-"

Katsuki placed a hand over Deku's mouth with a roll of his red eyes. "You're fine, Deku. You're psyching yourself out, idi-"

But the words that the greenette had said just hit him. Deku thought he was handsome? Katsuki ran his tongue over his lips to wet them as he turned his head away. Fuck. The nerd really wanted to make him want him all over again. Katsuki was trying so damn hard to respect Deku's space. So damn fucking hard, but then he goes and says shit like that. He knew his skin was alight with a full-force blush.

"You're not gonna make me fuckin' run, Izuku," he groused, his eyes shifting back to the nerd. "I like you, too, you know." More than you probably realize. "I asked you to be here."

The glow that came off of the greenette was blinding. Something, whatever Katsuki had said, made him beam like he was the happiest person in the world. His lips were parted ever-so-slightly as he looked at Katsuki.

"The fuck are you staring at?" the blond eventually asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I like it when you say my name," he said softly. His eyes sparkled when he spoke.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Sure, he could count the number of times he'd said Deku's name on one hand. He'd figured since the nerd didn't fight the nickname he'd given him, he didn't mind it. Hell, he probably didn't mind it, but he hadn't realized how much saying his actual name would please the nerd. But seeing as this wasn't the first time Deku had told him this... He filed that information away for a later date.

"You tell me that almost every time I fuckin' say it," he said.

The shorter man shrugged as a giggle sounded through the air. Katsuki was floored by it; the sound rivaled the songs of angels.

"It makes it feel a lot more real, ya know? That this is more than just us going to grab a bite to eat. You saying my name - it just makes this feel like a date," Deku said. His hand tentatively reached across the table to grab hold of Katsuki's. He squeezed the blond's hand lightly.

"I'm happy, Katsuki."

Katsuki could feel heat blooming across his entire body at the greenette's words. His heart did somersaults in his chest for the umpteenth time that evening. So, he did the only thing that made sense. He squeezed Deku's hand back.

"I'm happy, too, Izuku."

The rest of their date went by without any issues - well, aside from when Deku caught sight of the bill and insisted to help pay. Katsuki, of course, denied him, rationalizing that he was the one who'd ask him on a date, not the other way around. He might have threatened to carry him all the way back to the dorm in a fireman's carry if he didn't stop asking to help. When push came to shove, only then did the nerd relent.

They were on their way back to the dorm now, their steps falling across the pavement in a comfortable quiet conversation that made Katsuki's heart do a gymnastics routine in his chest.

"I'm sooo full," Deku whined.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "That's because you ate enough katsudon for two people."

"I didn't realize a large was so large."

"You're a fuckin' dork," he said.

"But I'm your dork," Deku said. And then, as if he realized what he'd said, "Well, if you want me to be that is. I didn't mean to say anything like that or step on toes. I don't even know if that's what you want. Or if this date was a one time thing Like. I'm not even sure if I'm boyfriend material. You can just tell me to shut up if you-"

"Shut up, nerd," Katsuki said, taking hold of Deku's hand in his own. He heard his breath hitch a little bit. "Your word vomit gets pretty fuckin' intense sometimes."

"Sorry, Kacchan."

He didn't even bother to correct the nerd on his apology. He figured he'd never get him to stop that. "Yes, I want a second date. And yes, I want that."

"You mean-"

"Yeah, I want you to be my boyfriend. Er, if that's what you want," Katsuki said quietly. He wasn't good at this. Baring his soul. Being honest. Showing his feelings. He had never been good at any of it. But for him, he wanted to try. Only for him.

When he didn't hear a response from the shorter male, he turned his gaze toward him. He couldn't help but be surprised at the tears that streaked his round, cinnamon-speckled cheeks.

"Izuku?" Katsuki asked softly, his brown pulled inward. "What's wrong? Did I say somethin'-"

"No!" he said, squeezing his hand around Katsuki's. "I'm just happy, is all. I want that, too, Kacchan. I want you to be my boyfriend. Gosh, I feel like a teenager saying that!"

Deku laughed a wet, teary laugh, but he could hear the happiness behind it. Katsuki smiled back, something he rarely offered to the shorter male. And suddenly, as they were passing an alley, Deku tugged him into the shadows, his giggles echoing off of the brick walls around them. Katsuki followed willingly, and before he knew it, Deku had his arms around his neck. His lips were pressed to Katsuki's in a teary, wet kiss.

He could count on one hand the handful of times he'd kissed the nerd with constellations on his cheeks, but each time he did, Katsuki could feel his heart reach for those same stars. Everything stopped around him. Life around him ceased to exist. It was only him and Deku in this perfect little bubble. Katsuki's lips melded around the greenette who tasted of rainwater and pine trees, the forest and everything earthy inbetween. And Katsuki loved it all. The blond's hands fell to Deku's hips tugging him closer to him. It elicited a delicious moan from the shorter, which Katsuki drank in.

He broke the kiss. His hands slid down from Deku's hips. Very cautiously, he approached that ass that he'd dreamt of destroying, but he didn't stay there long. He didn't even cop a feel. Instead, he slid his hands straight past until they found the backs of Deku's thighs. He lifted the nerd from his feet and brought his legs up so he could wrap them around Katsuki's waist. This managed to steal a startled gasp of joy - and arousal, based on the firmness against his abdomen - from Deku.

Katsuki pressed the nerd's back against the brick, his lips eagerly searching for the taste of Deku's again. Once he found them, he pressed against them again. He was being cautious. He didn't want to overwhelm the greenette in his arms, but Katsuki was also trying to quell the ravenous feeling inside him that wanted to drown himself in Izuku. His tongue traced against the shorter man's plump lower lip, begging for entrance. There was no hesitance on Deku's part. His lips parted, granted Katsuki access. And he was overwhelmed with the taste of Izuku. God. He couldn't get enough.

They stayed like that for a long time, until Katsuki's lips were swollen and his arms ached from holding the surprisingly dense man. It only broke when they needed to come up for air.

"Looks like I've caught myself another bunny," Katsuki said, crimson eyes boring into viridian ones. They darkened considerably with arousal at the word bunny. Katsuki smirked. One point for him in the kink department. "Do you know I want from you, Bunny?"

"What is that?" said bunny asked, his lids hooded over his eyes.

His voice was too alluring, too arousing, too fucking sultry. Katsuki silently prayed for one of the few times in his life that Deku couldn't feel the boner that was surely pressed against his clothed ass.

"I want a second date," he said, pressing his lips to Deku's jawline. "With my hot as fuck boyfriend."

He looked up at the greenette through his pale, blond lashes. He seemed amused as he looked down at Katsuki.

"Now that, I can do," he said, a small smile playing on his magnificently swollen lips. "Do you know what I want?"

"What is that?"

Deku, still pressed against the brick in Katsuki's grasp, rolled his hips against the blond. Crimson eyes widened a fraction. Oh. That. That roll of his hips. That press of his hard-on. It was all he needed to know.

That sassy, horny mother fucker.

"Fuck."

The door of their shared dorm slammed closed behind them as they hastily toed off their shoes. Clothes were flying off faster than Katsuki could keep track of. Everything was a mess of hasty kisses and hands roaming, roaming to places that made Katsuki's skin heat up and his arousal shoot southward. It was all so frantic, so rushed, but Katsuki couldn't think of anything else but the fucking Aodonis of a man beneath his hands. He wanted him so fucking badly. His arousal pressed against the tautness of his jeans. His skin was alive with heat and fire and nerves. He wanted Izuku. He needed him.

Shirts were tossed aside. Pants were clumsily pulled off. Socks were discarded until the pair of them were in Deku's bed. Katsuki straddled the smaller male. Their mouths were latched together as their bodies acted of their own accord. His hands roamed the greenette's body. The latter had his hands tangled in spiky, ash-blond hair. Clothed erections pressed against each other, itching for skin on skin contact.

But it all suddenly stopped. Too soon. Much too soon. Katsuki craved more, but he forced himself to focus. Hands insistently were pressing against his shoulders, Deku's hands.

"Wait, Kacchan," the nerd quickly interrupted.

Katsuki stopped immediately, searching the nerd's face for any sign of what he wanted. All he saw was worry and apprehension, which wasn't exactly a good fucking sign.

"What's wrong? We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said.

And then it hit him. Of course Deku wouldn't want to do this. He was being so fucking rude and inconsiderate. The guy was fresh out of trauma. He was still attempting to get over being assaulted, and here Katsuki was trying to get in his pants. He'd overstepped so many boundaries by just assuming this. He should have asked for consent. He should have clarified that this wasn't just some hormone driven thing, that Deku actually wanted this.

"Shit. Izuku. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinki-"

"No!" Izuku said forcefully, placing a hand over Katsuki's mouth. Viridian eyes were frantic as plump lips stumbled over words that just didn't want to come out right. "I - ah, ugh - Fuck. Look. I'm out of practice. I haven't done this in like two years, and I actually haven't had sex before but-

"You're a virgin?" he asked, his mind going blank. He didn't expect Deku to be a virgin.

"Yeah, I am. I've got toys. That's all I've needed - until now at least," Deku said, averting his eyes out of embarrassment. "I've given head and stuff, but that's not the point. I want this. I do. I just have to know something first."

Katsuki looked at him imploringly, but didn't say anything.

"Who's going to be the top, and who's going to be the bottom?"

He couldn't help it. Beneath the firm press of Deku's hand on his mouth, Katsuki snorted out a laugh. He couldn't be serious right now. Wait. Could he? That's what he wanted to know? But the look in the nerd's eyes told him that he was, in fact, serious. Katsuki rolled his eyes and shoved Deku's hand away from his mouth. Really? That was what he was worried about.

"Well, what do you want? Cause I don't really have a preference," he decided upon.

Well, yeah, he did. He preferred to top, naturally. But he wasn't going to tell the nerd that in case his preferences were the same as his own. He wasn't going to ruin their first time because of that. Fuck, he'd adjust if he had to if it just meant that he could have the ray of fucking sunshine that his legs were currently straddling.

"Well, I think I'd prefer to - ah - you know, be the bottom," Deku said, a delectable blush spreading across his constellation-smattered cheeks. "If you don't mind."

"Well then, nerd," he said. "I can make that happen. But-"

"But?"

"I need your verbal consent."

"What?"

"You heard me," Katsuki said, all of the seriousness that he felt ebbing into his words. "I need your verbal consent. I'm not doing this without it. Not after the shit you've been through."

"I want to do this, Kacchan," he said, his voice dropping into that sultry tone that he went fucking mad for. "I want you to fuck me. No - I need you to fuck me."

The words drove Katsuki over the edge. He sat back on his haunches to look at Deku. Really look at him. Crimson eyes devoured his appearance. Izuku's eyes were blown wide with lust and arousal. His tongue darted out to wet plump, slightly parted, pink lips. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His freckled skin was flushed. Fuck, there were so many freckles. Anywhere the sun could kiss his skin, he was covered in those light, cinnamon colored dots. Katsuki could probably spend a lifetime counting them never to find an exact count.

And here he was, the object of his fascinations. He was laid out, ready for Katsuki to take as his own. He wanted him. He needed him.

"I want to make you feel so good, Bunny," he said softly as he dipped his head in the crook of the greenette's neck. A gasp and a moan from the smaller sounded. "You deserve to feel good. I need to take care of my Bunny, make you feel amazing."

"Yes, Kacchan," Deku's breathy whisper came out. "Please."

Katsuki's lips pressed against Deku's jawline and started tracing south. He placed tender kisses against porcelain and cinnamon painted skin, tracing his way down the younger man's body. Every few kisses, his teeth grazed that muscled body, finding purchase with small nips. With each kiss and nip that he placed, Deku shuddered in pleasure. He made soft noises that filled the heaviness in the air and made Katsuki even more ravenous - which he didn't think was humanly possible.

Soon enough, his lips found the dark happy trail just below the dip of Deku's navel. His fingers glossed over his skin, reaching for the waistband of Deku's bright red boxers. He looked up as his nerd, eyes asking for silent permission. The bright, sparkling green eyes and slightly parted lips that murmured quiet affirmations told him everything he needed to know. Katsuki hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of the greenette's boxers, dragging them down his freckled legs until he could discard them with a quick toss to the side.

Once again, he was drinking in the sight of the man beneath him. Deku's legs were spread, revealing himself to Katsuki. His erection stood at attention. Pre was beaded against his tip, reading to spill over. Katsuki's eyes were pooling with lust. God, he needed him, needed this just as much as the nerd did.

Katsuki brought his lips down to Izuku's length. His tongue lapped up the small amount of precum at the slit, which elicited another keen of pleasure from those petal pink lips. He then dragged his tongue up from the base of his dick all the way up to his tip. He did that a few times until his dick was thoroughly lubed up with Katsuki's saliva. He opened his mouth wider now, taking more of the greenette's length into his mouth. He sank all the way down to his base, dark pubes brushing against the tip of his nose. He allowed his throat to adjust for a second, and then he started sliding up and down Deku's length.

"Aaaah! K-Kacchan!" Deku moaned as soon as Katsuki had found a steady rhythm.

Those hands that could easily make something so beautiful appear on canvas or the page of his sketchbook tangled into ash blond hair. They gave a slight pull that Katsuki hummed in response to. Another one of those delectable sounds echoed from his boyfriend, sounds that he wanted to hear again and again and again and again.

He placed one hand to the freckled man's hip, moving it from where it originally rested on the bed, supporting him. That contact made Izuku buck his hips slightly in surprise, but Katsuki took it like a champ, smirking around his girth. The nerd must have been trying not to fuck into his mouth, but the touch of the blond's hand must have sent all of that restraint right out the fucking window.

He took in his full length and swirled his tongue around Deku's cock with each rise and fall of his mouth. That seemed to send the shorter over the edge.

"K-Kacchan! I'm going to - haaah!"

Deku tensed beneath him, finding his release. He came into Katsuki's mouth, and rather than pull off, he pulled the nerd closer. His fingers dug into his hip, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his milky skin. His boyfriend's hips shuddered through his orgasm, soft explicatives rolling off his tongue.

"Aaaah - Fuck. That was amazing, Kacchan. Kacchan, shit, Kacchan. - aaah - Fuuck."

Katsuki swallowed down Izuku's load, and with a soft pop, pulled away from his dick. The blond smirked in triumph, licking his lips seductively to lap up the rest of his load.

"Tch. What a mouth on you, Bunny," he said, his brown arched ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do about it?" Deku challenged.

That sassy mother fucker. Katsuki's smirk widened just a bit. His hand that was holding onto the greenette's hip snaked further below him. He gave his ass a rough squeeze, which sent flushes all over Deku's skin.

"I'm going to make this ass mine," he said.

"Please," Deku moaned out. One glance down at his dick showed Katsuki that he was already getting hard again.

"Shit, Deku, you're a fuckin' minx," he said. "Already getting hard for me again, huh?"

"Yes, Kacchan," Deku breathed. "Only for you Kacchan."

Katsuki leaned in and pressed his lips to the other's once again, relishing in the little connection it gave him. God, he was painfully hard. He'd left his own cock neglected in favor of making sure Deku was taken care of. If this was his first time having sex, he was going to make it good. And that meant undergoing a bit of neglect on his part.

"How do you want to take it, Bunny?" he asked, shifting his lips over to the shorter's ear.

There was a pause where Deku's breathing hitched. And then, "From behind."

A growl of excitement left his lips as he leaned back and placed both hands on Deku's hips. He flipped the freckled man onto his stomach. Once again, he drank in the sight of him. His freckles were spread all over him, their constellation-like patterns charting course across his skin. If he didn't have priorities at the moment, he would gladly spend his time tracing over them, discovering the patterns hidden within.

Katsuki placed one hand in between the greenette's shoulder blades and the other on the back of his thigh to get him into position. The shorter easily followed his directions, presenting his ass to the blond. Fuck, he was delicious. Katsuki was craving him. He shucked off his boxers and tossed them to the floor. But he paused. He wasn't ready. He couldn't go in dry, and he was sure as hell that Deku wouldn't exactly want him making a creampie of his ass the first time they had sex. That made cleanup such a fuckin' bitch.

As if he was reading his thoughts, Deku suddenly spoke up. "Lube and condoms are in the second drawer of my desk," he said, looking back over his shoulder at Katsuki.

"Tch. Came prepared, huh, nerd?" he asked with a snort.

He leaned over Deku's frame and opened the drawer and was mildly surprised to find, along with the condoms and lube, a decent sized dildo. Had Deku been...? Katsuki didn't think it was possible for him to become more aroused, but this nerd had a habit of proving him fuckin' wrong.

"Well fuckin' shit, Bunny," Katsuki said, a smirk on his lips. He held up the dildo by the base for the greenette to see. "You've been preparing, huh?"

A viscous blush burned across his cheeks. "Maybe," he said.

He chuckled at the nerd and replaced the dildo. The blond would have to bring that back into play on another date. He took the lube and condom, tossing the foil packet to the bed.

"How long have you wanted me to fuck you, Bunny?" he asked, his empty hand falling to Deku's freckled asscheek. He rubbed the soft skin before raising his hand and bringing it back down with a resounding smack. Deku moaned, his lithe back arching even more. And when the nerd remained quiet. He brought his hand down on the other cheek. "Tell me, Bunny."

"A-Aaah!" he moaned. "A-A while, Kacchan."

"Just a while?" he asked, bringing his hand back down on the original cheek. That elicited another delicious moan from the smaller.

"I-I have w-wet dreams about you, Kacchan," Deku stammered out through his heavy, aroused breaths.

Fuck. That admission had Katsuki's head reeling. He couldn't wait anymore. His dick was throbbing.

"Spread yourself for me, Bunny," Katsuki growled. "I wanna take this ass, make it mine."

Izuku obliged, taking both of his hands and spreading his ass for Katsuki. Fuck, he needed to get a move on. The sight of the greenette was too fuckin' much.

Katsuki opened the lube and squirted a generous amount into his hand. He didn't bother to wait for it to warm up at all. He tossed the bottle aside and spread the cool substance against Deku's hole generously, teasing the tight muscle with the tip of his finger. This earned a gasp of surprise and pleasure from the former. Without any warning, he plunged one finger in. Izuku clenched around him due to the sudden obstruction before relaxing once more.

"Yes," Deku moaned out, his knuckles turning white as he held himself open. "Please, Kacchan, I need more."

Katsuki obliged and dove another finger in alongside the first. Another keen of pleasure sounded from Deku, and it floored Katsuki. He curled his fingers up, searching for the younger's prostate. Upon finding it, he made sure to hit it relentlessly with each thrust of his fingers. Obscene noises spilled from the greenette, much to Katsuki's pleasure. He didn't give a damn about their next-door neighbors. They could get bent if they fuckin' complained. He'd been waiting too damn long to tap this ass.

Izuku's hand disappeared from where it was holding his right asscheek, slipping in front of him to where the blond assumed he was stroking his own shaft.

"Uh-uh, Bunny," Katsuki ordered. "Keep that hand on your ass where I can see it. No touching yourself."

"B-But Kacchan!" Deku whined. "Please, I-I need it."

"You can wait," he said in response.

Once the greenette's hand returned to his asscheek, Katsuki worked on scissoring him open. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed this just as much as Deku did. He slid his fingers from their warm confines, much to freckles' apparent chagrin. He whined in protest, but Katsuki ignored him in favor of picking up the foil packet from the bed. He tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled the condom over his own, throbbing length. He lubed himself up before positioning his head against the hole between the greenette's cheeks.

"Are you ready, Bunny?"

"Please," he said.

"Beg me for it, baby," he said, his voice low and sultry.

That seemed to flip a switch in the nerd. "Please, Katsuki," he begged, his voice full of arousal and want. "I want you to fuck. I need you to fuck me. Rough and hard and fucking shit. Just please."

Katsuki smirked before slowly pressing his head past the tight ring of muscle. He felt Izuku tense beneath him. The blond gently rubbed his hands over the greenette's thighs to try and relax him. He was going slow. Sure, he'd fucked himself with a dildo, but that dildo was much smaller than Katsuki was.

"Relax baby," he said softly - tenderly even - and loud enough for Izuku to hear. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"M'okay," Deku groaned out. "Feels good. Keep going."

Katsuki nodded even though the greenette couldn't see him. His eyes were closed now as the blond slowly drove himself in. Soon enough, he was seated all the way in, right to his base. Fuck. Deku felt fucking amazing around him. Warm and tight, and fuck. Slowly, he started to move his hips out of fear that he would hurt the freckled man beneath him, but apparently, that wasn't good enough for him. Porcelain hips came back to meet his, making the movements harsher.

"I told you I wanted you to fuck me roughly, Kacchan," he said. "I'm not made of glass."

Fucking. Sassy. Mother. Fucker.

He snorted and picked up his pace, thrusting into the nerd with much more force than before. A cry of pleasure told him that he'd quickly managed to find his prostate, and once he'd found it, he didn't let up. Sweat was building on his brow as he rammed his boyfriend beneath him. His cock ached for release that was quickly building. This was all just as good as he'd imagined, as he'd dreamed it would fuckin' be.

"Fuck, Bunny, you feel so fuckin' good," he hissed, his hands holding onto those hips and pulling them closer with he pound of his own hips.

"Aaahh - please, Kacchan, I need you to - haaah - touch me, please," Izuku begged.

He couldn't deny such beautiful begging. He snaked his hand around Deku's front and palmed his cock with his hand. He made quick work of jerking off the mewling mess of a greenette for a second time. His body stiffened beneath him as he reached his second climax. Cum spurted all over his bed, stomach, and Katsuki's. The momentum in the blond's hips stuttered as he chased his own orgasm. And when it came, it rocked his entire body, making his vision flicker and everything feel impossibly surreal.

When he finally found himself again, his chest was pressed against the greenette's back. His lungs heaved for air as did the smaller man's beneath him. Soft utterances of praise fell from his lips into Izuku's ears.

"You did so good, baby. So, so good," he whispered.

A small smile formed on those plump lips. "Only for you, Kacchan."

Katsuki pulled Izuku close to him, snuggling into the greenette underneath the covers of his own bed. They'd abandoned the younger's in favor of his because of the sheer amount of mess that was left behind after their sexscapade. It hadn't taken much convincing to get Deku to lay down with him. On the contrary, he seemed absolutely floored. Mother fucker probably had this secret desire to be the little spoon.

Not that Katsuki was complaining.

Deku's hearing aids were already out, charging on their dock on the nerd's desk. He'd made his usual nightly announcement before he'd crawled into bed with Katsuki.

And now, with their bodies pressed together and their scents mingling, the blond felt absolutely, entirely relaxed. He was already dozing, his nose pressed into those forest green curls and his lips resting against his neck, when soft words shook him awake.

"Goodnight, Kacchan," he said, his hands tightening around Katsuki's which were snaked around his strong, muscular waist.

Katsuki smiled against Deku's neck, inhaling that intoxicating scent. "Goodnight, Izuku."

He could have sworn he heard his bunny hum contently as the vibration of Katsuki's lips and voice against his neck, but he couldn't be sure because sleep had pulled him under.