Sunday.
Two heroes with personalities like night and day are entangled in each other's arms under the heat of the morning sun.
The two had been going at it rough all night long. They had both been busy with their own schedules, barely seeing each other for almost a month. It had been both agonizing and irritating to not have seen each other during those 25 days, but last night, they went all out. Today is a holiday and nothing spelled day off than to laze in bed and just be in each other's arms.
One of them, a muscular man covered in bruises of different shapes and sizes, is the first to wake. He groggily opens his eyes and before he could even spread his arms to stretch and yawn, he felt someone's arms wrapping him in an embrace. He decides against moving and decides to turn his face to the owner of such big and strong sleeves. His lips stretch wide into a smile.
Before him, is a man whose body who has also tasted hardships. This man may not have the same medals of honor on his body, but his was a body that screamed strength. The man has pale golden hair that usually stood upright and tall, but for now as he lays and snoozes on the bed, it was all floppy and messy on the owner's face. The man with scars can't help himself and playfully moves strands of hair away to reveal a handsome face.
The man groans and slowly opens his eyes to see a sweet, familiar face.
Did mornings ever feel this heavenly?
He can't help but ask himself.
"How long have you been up?"
"Not so long."
The recently awoken man hums to himself in acknowledgment.
"Good morning, Kacchan."
'Kacchan'—or Katsuki, as he is usually called—takes a moment to respond.
"Deku."
As his name was called, his smile widens. As if reading his partner's mind, Deku—or Izuku—leans closer and plants a soft kiss on his lips. He pulls away but is immediately pulled back in with Katsuki's forceful hand. Katsuki takes Izuku's mouth on his and lunges his tongue in the other's entrance. He inspects his partner's mouth as if last night's exploration of kisses, touch, and bodies weren't enough.
Izuku reciprocates. Even though Katsuki bullied him on a constant basis, he knew it was his way of loving him. Since they were children, he was the number one target of Katsuki's 'love'. Izuku neither blamed nor reprimanded Katsuki for his unconventional ways of showing his affection since it was the only way he knew how to love. Katsuki's love, as explosive as his quirk is, is honest, direct, and beautiful.
Despite the instigator of this battle of tongue versus tongue, Katsuki gently pulls Izuku's head back and pants.
"You wanna go?"
Izuku huffs a short laugh. He moves closer on Katsuki and licks his sore and slimy lips.
"I've been waiting for month. You and I both know we haven't had our fill."
With that, Katsuki pulls him back in and continue to battle their intimacy out.
A/N: My first and short story for Katsuki x Izuku. Leave a review to let me know what you think!