*Katsuki *
"Fuck, I'm just brilliant today, huh?" Katsuki saw the dishes he had forgotten to wash. Because he was so caught up in getting lost in someone else to escape Izuku, and at the same time wanted to be with Izuku. He was too busy.
He strode up to the sink and immediately started washing the soiled plates and pots. The smell of them filled the small space of the apartment, the faint odour of rot mimicking Katsuki's guilt of being filled and filling someone else.
Nothing could have prepared Katsuki for the warmth that now wrapped perfectly around his ribcage, the press of Izuku's chest against his back, then the pressure of his freckled cheek between his shoulder blades. Nothing told Katsuki that he would have the wind knocked out of him, that the heat of Izuku's breath through the fabric of his shirt would make him want to never come up for air ever again.
"Izuku-" He could smell him, all the air that filled his lungs was made of Izuku. He stiffened. Izuku wanted him, actually wanted him. But this was wrong, the timing was off. Not yet. He gripped the edge of the counter top until his fingertips hurt. Locking them into place so he didn't reach up and hold Izuku's palms to his chest, because he never wanted him to let go.
"Just give me this."
"Izuku, you- we can't-" Katsuki's knuckles turned white, Island Izuku tightened around him, his biceps flexed against his side sending heat and electricity zapping through him. That spring smell, comfort and everything Katsuki never wanted to give up surrounded him. And yet, he needed him to stop, because he didn't have the strength to say no.
Finally Izuku's arms fell away and Katsuki felt cold ripple through him. He was hurting Izuku, he knew that, but if he was going to be with Izuku, it couldn't be like this. When Izuku was wounded and needed a friend more than a fuck.
He had to tell him, he had to explain that he wanted him, all of him. But not yet.
He spun around, meeting Izuku's wide, expressive eyes, shame and pain, embarrassment poured from him. Katsuki could see the apology forming in his perfect mouth. And the way he looked at him, the way he begged for relief from his pain made Katsuki's instinct want to respond. To do his every bidding.
Fuck it, Katsuki thought as he stared at Izuku's mouth that was parted and panting.
He grasped Izuku's hips, feeling the warmth on his palms and spun Izuku to press him against the counter top. He wanted to press him against everything, anything, and he never wanted to part from him. He wanted it to be that there was no beginning or end between them.
And he stopped himself from doing more, but his hands pressed warmth into Izuku's hips, inches between them.
Izuku's perfect mouth was still parted, fighting for air and Katsuki found that he was too. Determination filled Izuku's apologetic eyes now, confidence bloomed suddenly forward and Izuku shifted forward, bringing his hands up behind Katsuki's neck where his hair was short and spiky still. Katsuki's finger's flexed on Izuku's hips in response.
It was like the air was drugged, Katsuki had no control over himself, he was struggling. Izuku was right there in front of him, right there looking at him with hungry eyes and inching closer, closer. He suddenly didn't want there to be inches between their heaving chests, he wanted again to press into him, against him, he never wanted to stop touching him.
Izuku tiptoed as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's shoulders, pulling them both closer still like gravity and an inevitable collision happening in slow motion. Katsuki couldn't look away from Izuku's lips and the way they glistened.
"Izuku…" Izuku swiped his tongue across his lip and Katsuki found himself leaning in. Izuku's fingers pressed against his scalp as they combed through his hair, then his fingers gripped and tugged, the thrill it sent to his groin surprised him and suddenly Izuku was kissing him.
He met Izuku too quickly in the middle and their teeth collided. But he couldn't stay away, he wanted to taste him, to keep tasting him. Izuku was sweeter than his imagination could ever dream up. He was minty, and chocolate, he was a different version to cinnamon and spice, like his favourite drink.
He had to taste more, and his tongue slid into Izuku's mouth, exploring, finding his own buried in the warmth and wet. Katsuki now needed to feel more of him, there wasn't enough of him. His hands pressed against his smooth skin, rising from his hips and going up and up to his ribcage, pressing his palms to every inch of skin he could. He had to press himself into Izuku, he was so hard it hurt, so he grabbed Izuku's ass and brought him forward, their legs interlocking and his cock was now safely against Izuku's hip, pleasure rippling from him where he made contact.
And Katsuki was lost. Lost in him, the sounds he made, the way he smelled, the heat of him, the soft and firmness that he was, the way he tasted in his mouth. Izuku was lost too and squirming, writhing to grind onto him, biting at his lips as hungry as Katsuki was, he was hard against Katsuki and Katsuki wondered what that tasted like too.
He needed to breathe, they needed to breathe, so they pulled away but Izuku didn't let him retreat, his fingers deep in his hair, against his scalp. When he gripped his hair again, Katsuki was staring at his mouth.
"Katsu-" Katsuki cut his name short from his tongue because he wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear Katsuki echoing back at him in a room where they could drown in each other without the guilt that was itching again even as Katsuki felt Izuku wind his hip against Katsuki and moan from the depth of his throat. Katsuki swallowed it, wanting more of those noises, all of the sounds.
Not. Yet.
With undefinable strength, Katsuki pulled away.
"Fuck- fuck - Izuku I'm sorry." And once the kiss was broken, fear swarmed through him. It filled all the warm places that had been lit on fire and doused it with ice water so he felt absolute shock ripple through him. He saw Izuku's eyes widen, pain, again.
"What are you sorry for? What did I do?" Izuku fought with Katsuki for the air between them. Katsuki could still taste and smell him. Lungfulls of Izuku.
"You just broke up with him. It was long term right?" He couldn't look at him anymore, he couldn't bear to see more pain that he caused. He swiped a hand over his face to break the eye contact. His heart was thrashing in his chest, no longer from excitement and relief and fire burning furiously fueling his desire, but from not listening to himself. Because he was sure now that he ruined it. There was no going back from this. They had kissed.
"Yea- but-" Katsuki saw him move toward him and he stepped back, away. Pain was ripping through him now, and he was sure it was worse for Izuku. It was always worse for Izuku.
"I don't wanna be your rebound." Katsuki only said the simplest thing he could think to say. A lump formed in his throat. "And I just fucked this up." He flip flopped his hand between them.
"You didn't fuck anything up. And you're not a rebound." Relief flooded through him, then he quashed it. He stepped back as Izuku tried to come to him again.
"I can't do this to you, Izuku." He had to explain, he needed him to know he wanted him just not like this. "We gotta talk."
And Katsuki explained as best he could why this was a bad idea but he wanted it to happen. They needed to wait. He kept distance between them until his fucking boner had gone away and he could move with normal blood flow again.
It took so much effort to not look at Izuku's mouth and feel the shadow of it on his own, it was difficult not to remember just how warm and inviting he was, how he fit perfecting against his chest and was the perfect height.
Izuku was desperate to touch him, he could see it on him. He closed his eyes, hoping that not seeing him would help him not need to touch him. Because Izuku was asking him how long and he just wanted to scream fuck it, fuck it all to hell and have his way with him.
Three months, three months, three months.
"Let's say three months." Katsuk kept his eyes closed. HalfnHalf might want you back, he'd be a fool not to want you back . He swallowed, feeling his skin tingle and knew Izuku was about to press into him.
And he did, but not quite. There was no contact, but he could feel his breath now, again.
Katsuki wanted him so badly. "Izuku."
"I like it when you say my name." Katsuki's heart was hammering against his ribcage, ready to break free. He thought Izuku might feel it, because now the fucker was leaning into him. A light pressure pressed into his semi hard cock and he hoped the world would fuck off all to hell.
"Katsuki."
Katsuki's eyes ripped open finding Izuku caging him into the countertop with his arms on either side of him, there was no escape.
The world tilted, the tingle of his name on his earlobe had grabbed onto his imagination and gone flying with it. To his now rock hard erection that Izuku barely brushed with his thigh.
This fucker was seducing him. And he wanted to be seduced. This was bad.
"You're makin' this difficult." Katsuki's voice was a rasp, he barely wanted to say the words. He was torn between continuing and stopping. Because not fucking yet .
"Listen, Katsuki." Oh, his fucking name on Izuku's perfect fucking mouth, Izuku commanded his full attention. Even as he smiled with blazing confidence and coying sweetness up at him, freckled cheeks and all. Izuku pressed firmly into his sensitive head and he bit down, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to maintain control. "I'll give you the three months you think I need. I'll agree to it. If you at least let me do what I want for the next minute."
Katsuki felt laughter erupt from his belly. Izuku pressed against Katsuki again, inhaling at the same time, and Katsuki wanted very much to do the same. A minute.
"Are y'holdin' me hostage?" Katsuki wanted that minute more than Izuku knew. He was lowering his lips to Izuku's before he could control himself. "You're so fuckin' annoyin'."
"Do we have a deal, Katsuki?" A fucking deal, Katsuki wanted to fuck him senseless and see if he could make any kind of deal after. But Izuku still wasn't kissing him. "A minute for three months? Sounds fair."
So he said the words that would get him the minute. "Yea, nerd. Sounds fair."
Sinking into each other this time was painless like they had done this a thousand times before. Katsuki groaned against Izuku because he was perfect, he tasted of ecstasy and Katsuki fucking knew he was doomed. Three months? He swore at himself as he wound his tongue against Izuku's and his body decided Izuku should be on the counter, and Katsuki between his legs.
Izuku kept him close, sliding forward so that their shafts pressed against and next to each other, the fabric of their pants heated and damp.
This minute lasted a thousand.
Katsuki's lips were swollen and throbbing from Izuku's nipping and sucking. Katsuki did his fair share of the same, because even with lungfuls of Izuku, mouthfuls of his taste, Katsuki wasn't full. He wasn't satisfied. He sucked at Izuku's tongue, and he fucking throbbed against him. He liked that.
Izuku grabbed his hair in fistfuls now and pulled just to the edge of pain and Katsuki loved it, he felt the groan from the pit of his stomach. Warmth then intense heat sank against his stomach, then it inched lower, Katsuki felt his waistband free him and air rushed in.
It saved him, because that cold air was enough of a window to snap to his senses. Katsuk just managed to grasp Izuku's wrist before his hand closed around him. He pulled the hand away, there was no more sweet fucking warmth.
"Minute's up, nerd." Katsuki's lips brushed against Izuku's as he said the word and he had to pull away to avoid Izuku trying to continue.
"I gotta get you back to Kiri's." Katsuki found the words difficult to say, this was fucking hard, this was insane. What was I thinkin'? His head dropped to Izuku's shoulder. Izuku moved against Katsuki's swollen sensitive head, and the moan escaped before he could bite it back.
Izuku made a sound like it was a laugh, soft and happy.
"Izuku. I will fuck you right here, right now, if you don't stop." Katsuki found that his hips had fallen into a rhythm with Izuku's and his lips now hovered over Izuku's neck where his salitiness mingled with the scent of him and it was so much Izuku but still not enough. Izuku's fingers had laced into his hair again and he couldn't move, he didn't want to move.
His hands were flat against the countertops, splayed and forceful, fighting to grip onto a flat surface and looking for self control. The heat of his palms had seeped into the cold smooth surface and mirrored his heat. He couldn't take this anymore, he wanted to fuck him everywhere and every way he could. This wasn't a minute, this was a fucking lifetime.
Then Izuku stopped. And Katsuki could lift his head when he was freed of Izuku's grasp and he untangled himself from Izuku's legs and backed away, afraid he would trip from how drunk he was feeling. The air that filled the space between them was a slap in the face and his brain stirred awake.
"Thank you." Katsuki's voice was strangled and nothing like himself.
"Just know, every day we're together, I'd be thinking of you inside of me." Katsuki groaned, because he wanted to be inside him, to feel what he felt like around him. Izuku was off the counter now and he wore a wicked little smile. His hand had dipped into his pants and came out again and Katsuki followed the movement like it was water in a dessert.
"It's been like that for months for me. Three more is fine." Katsuki tucked himself into his waistband firmly and tried not to think about taking a shower with Izuku. Because not yet.
"And when we're not together, I'd be thinking of you." Why is he making this the hardest fucking decision of my life. Katsuki didn't know what his face looked like, and he was willing to bet it looked like an internal wrestling match.
"Naturally." Katsuki smirked, but it felt more like a smile. "I'm amazing, after all."
Izuku laughed. He fucking loved his laugh.
"Tomorrow, we see about an apartment?" Katsuki watched his mouth in fascination and nodded. "Then we can resume photoshoots, without a studio, without all the setup, and you continue teaching me to cook?"
God, he's a bossy shithead.
"Yea. Sure." Katsuki nodded, the once pink lips of Izuku Midoriya was bruised red and swollen. Still perfect. I did that .
"Can we go hiking?" Izuku asked. Katsuki blinked because he didn't hear right.
"These are startin' to sound suspiciously like dates, Izuku." Katsuki looked at him without turning his head, and Izuku was shaking his head.
"Your old Instagram posts. I saw you like to hike." He fucking snoops. The snooping snooper. Done fucking research on me, I'm so fucking behind. What am I even doing? . "I've never been. And I promise I won't touch you for three months."
Touch me, touch me anytime you want.
Katsuki groaned and tilted his head to the ceiling. "I hike so I can mountain climb."
"I like to mountain climb." Izuku said quickly. Katsuki's eyebrows went up because he didn't believe that for one second. "Okay, I've never done it. But the pictures we can get…"
That's more like you.
"Sure." Katsuki agreed because he couldn't say no. Izuku had bewitched him.
"It's a date!" Izuku teased. Katsuki felt his heart burst at the phrase and flutter outward so powerfully he was sure Izuku could see the butterflies filling the room.
"Fuck you, dude." Katsuki teased back. And he knew he had said the wrong thing. A phrase he used on friends but Izuku wasn't his friend yet and he was used to violent words being used for violent delights and he fucked it up.
His smile was narrowing and narrowing into a normal swollen abused mouth. Soft and kissable and he needed to be kissed because Katsuki was so sorry.
"Hey, I didn't mean it seriously." Katsuki stopped mid step because Izuku shook his head slightly..
"It's not you." Izuku's smile was tainted with sadness and Katsuki realised it wasn't him, it was Shouto. That fucking halfnhalf asshole. I'll kill him.
"Okay, Kacchan. I can't wait to see what our first date looks like in three months."
Katsuki grinned wide, because he could think of things he'd like to do. And not any of it would fit into one day, let alone one date. He'd make that date last a lifetime too. "You got no idea."
Izuku blushed in the most satisfying way and he was fucking radiant. Katsuki just stared, and Izuku stared back. His heart was thumping happily against his sternum, reaching for Izuku. But Izuku already had a hold of it.
"Okay. gotta get you back to Kiri's and I'll see you tomorrow." Katsuki's throat was swelling with an emotion not yet familiar to him, he cleared it out before it overwhelmed him. He saw the sink and the dirty dishes, Izuku laughed. He was distracted again and this time by the person he had thought of for months. He was at the door when Izuku spoke and he stopped.
"Kacchan." Katsuki made a sound in the back of his throat. "Will you stop seeing him?"
Aizawa.
"I'll never see him again." Katsuki spared a glance over his shoulder. Then he said with more words what he was actually feeling. "It's always gonna be you, nerd."
Izuku followed him out the door.