*Izuku*
"You need me to do anything?" Katsuki was propped up in bed and had a very brilliant view of Izuku who was cooking in his apartment. Izuku could feel him looking at him and he loved it.
"You're not allowed to move." Izuku smiled over his shoulder. Katsuki was sprawled wide on his bed, shirtless, just his boxers on. The sliding door of the balcony was cracked so air flowed refreshingly through the hot apartment.
"I can do whatever I want." Katsuki grinned with one corner of his mouth, allowing his eyes to roam over Izuku's muscular back and down to his waist, then over his ass. Izuku blushed and felt powerful and shy all at once.
He tossed the contents of the pan; it was stir fry beef as rice simmered away in the rice cooker on the counter top. His food still smelled a fraction as good as Katsuki's when he made it, but he had to admit, his food made his mouth water now. He felt pride puff his chest at the thought before he remembered Katsuki who was looking at Izuku hungrily, as though he was the food when Izuku had glanced at him.
It had been a full week since Katsuki came home from the hospital, and his stab wounds were no longer bandaged as the seams of the skin were knitted together enough to allow it to breathe and heal on its own. It would take Katsuki a month before he would be allowed back in a gym, but he was lucky, the wound hadn't gone deep due to his toughened muscle and the mugger's lack of strength. Or conviction.
Izuku spent all his time in Katsuki's apartment, not even returning Shouto's call to get his furniture and miscellaneous things from storage. It made no difference anyway, and Katsuki did coax him into spending more nights on his bed than his sleeping bag.
That entire week was spent cuddling, cooking, drying Katsuki when he couldn't reach around to dry himself, walking with Katsuki so he wouldn't go insane cooped up indoors, and watching so much streamed shows that Izuku felt like his brain cells had died. He wouldn't trade it for anything.
He had fallen so hard for the blond, he felt the full impact of it every time he saw Katsuki's red eyes trained on him, sharp, focused. It was a wallop to the chest and it winded him, just before full fledged birds burst from his stomach and tingled to the very tips of his fingers.
They ate on Katsuki's bed, the food spread on a towel at Katsuki's insistence to avoid food spillage and staining on the sheets. And when they were done, Izuku showered before Katsuki gingerly disappeared into his bathroom to do the same. He reappeared again with his boxers half wet from slipping into them without drying himself properly.
He walked over and Izuku took his towel without a word as he stood and Izuku towelled him off from where he sat. The scar at his abdomen was angry red, and stitches still stuck out in places where they hadn't dissolved completely, and Izuku pressed a kiss to the area, Katsuki's fingers threaded his hair and tugged slightly. Izuku looked up at him before he stood and dried his back, shoulders, and draped the towel onto his head to sop up water dripping from his dirty blond hair.
Izuku loved him.
He looked down from the towel and met Katsuki's eyes, soft and dark as he gazed down at Izuku.
"It's been a week-" Katsuki's voice was throaty.
"Ready for that walk?" Izuku's voice came higher than he intended and he cleared his throat. Katsuki's skin was warm, radiating heat through the one layer of clothes Izuku wore. He was only a couple inches from Katsuki's face.
"I don't feel like walking." Katuki's eyes dropped to Izuku's lips and back to his eyes. Izuku wet his lips absentmindedly.
"What do you wanna do instead?" Izuku had a very good idea, but he wanted Katsuki to say it. They made out a little, in the past few days that they cuddled and didn't pay attention to the shows on the laptop screen. But Izuku had been afraid to do more, afraid any strain would tear at his stitches and cause him to bleed or delay their inevitable sleeping together even further.
Izuku wanted to feel Katsuki inside of him more than he cared to admit, more than he allowed himself to think about. And judging by the way Katsuki's boxers were beginning to bulge, Katsuki wanted to bury himself inside Izuku too.
"Katsuki." Izuku sighed, his eyes dipping to Katsuki's lips before he went onto the balls of his feet and rose to kiss him, his hand gripping the towel and Katsuki's head to pull him toward him.
"Izuku." Katsuki said against his lips. When Katsuki swiped his tongue against Izuku's, he moaned and Katsuki began stepping toward him, pushing Izuku back a little until the back of his knees met the bed and he sat, looking up at Katsuki. The towel meant for the food from earlier lay on the bed, along with the damp towel in Izuku's hand. He turned to spread them carefully before he felt Katsuki's wide palms on his hips and toying with the band of his pants.
"Kacchan." Izuku blushed as the bed sank and Katsuki pressed his thigh into Izuku, using his uninjured shoulder to balance before sinking against Izuku and pressing the length of his body to Izuku.
Katsuki winced.
"Kacchan please. Stop. We can't have sex-" Izuku felt a tug in his chest when he saw Katsuki's face mid wince as he pulled away and Katsuki's eyebrows had met in the middle from his pain.
"I'm fine." Katsuki said stubbornly, even as sweat beaded on his forehead and he grunted as he flipped to his back and sighed.
"I had something else in mind," Izuku came up beside him and fit in the space under his arm and alongside him. Katsuki looked warily at him, then started at the pressure of Izuku's palm on his semi hard shaft in his boxers. "I'll make you feel good Kacchan, but you have to promise not to move."
"What- ha- fuck." Katsuki's eyes shuttered as Izuku reached into his boxers and gripped the width of him.
Izuku's heart was pounding against his ribcage. He was really doing this. He wanted to make him forget his pain and enjoy this as much as Izuku was looking forward to it. Katsuki's cock grew in his hand as he shifted his focus to his head with his grip, the skin there forming a barrier for Izuku's increased pressure and rhythm.
Katsuki's hips stuttered and Izuku kissed his jaw.
"Hold still, Kacchan."
"Nerd- whaddaya doin'-" Katsuki's eyes whipped open as Izuku trailed his tongue down his throat, to his chest, and down to stomach, pausing with his fingers looped into his boxer's waistband. He tugged, Katsuki fully hard and impossibly large just under Izuku's mouth.
Izuku's watering mouth.
"You have to promise not to move." Izuku said again. Katsuki blinked, keeping his eyes closed for a beat before opening again and nodding. Izuku admired the view from where he was, all of Katsuki's abdominal muscles, the V of his hips, the tightness of his chest as one of his arms gripped his pillow and the other injured shoulder gripped the sheets.
Katsuki lifted his hips to help Izuku remove his boxers and Izuku was looking at the full length of him, solid, a string of precome from his tip to his stomach. Izuku's mouth had dropped into a small 'O' and when he refocused on Katsuki's face, he found a proud smirk.
Izuku was between Katsuki's thick, muscled thighs, and Katsuki Bakugou was naked .
He held him firmly, then brought his lips to Katsuki's head, pulling back the skin there to swirl his tongue against him. And fuck, he was sweet and salty, and tasted better than anything Izuku could have imagined. The smoky earthiness of him filled Izuku's lungs.
He sucked slightly at first, focusing his attention on his head and earning himself as much precome as he could, his ears perking at the groan Katsuki had let escape as he tried to hold his hips still, Izuku reminding him to be unmoving by tightening his grip on his hip with his free hand.
Izuku felt Katsuki's hand snake his fingers into Izuku's curls and grip, so Izuku sucked harder and opened his eyes just to glimpse Katsuki's face. He was ravenous, and Izuku was hard in his own briefs, oozing eagerly and wishing he were under Katsuki and being pounded into the bedsheets.
"Izuku." Katsuki was whispering, hushed encouragements that made Izuku's knees weaken so he dropped flat onto the bed and moaned onto Katsuki's cock at the contact of his own head against the bed. "Izuku, take your fucking pants off."
Izuku swallowed Katsuki's cock, feeling him hit the back of his throat before coming up and gasping for air, his eyes watering and his mouth ruined, and pink. "You can't fuck me, Kacchan." Izuku grinned.
"I want you to touch yourself for me." Katsuki's pupils were blown so wide, Izuku couldn't see the red of his irises. His voice was raw, rough, and commanding, Izuku listened immediately and stood at the end of the bed to drop his pants. He was panting, and when he freed his cock of his pants and briefs, he could have moaned with the relief of it. "Your shirt too."
Izuku looked down at him, the sheer length of his body on his bed, the ease of himself in his own skin as he lay naked and exposed for Izuku. Katsuki took himself in his hand as he stared at Izuku, his eyes roving freely over all of him and settling more than once on Izuku's dripping shaft. Izuku did as he was told and pulled his t-shirt off over his head.
"I could watch you like this all day, Kacchan." Izuku got onto his knees, and shuffled forward before he lowered his mouth again while wrapping his hand around his own shaft and Katsuki's.
"Fuck, Izuku ." Katsuki hissed as Izuku sucked lightly and dragged his tongue along his head before taking Katsuki into his throat again. His eyes watered and the unrestrained groan that Katsuki let out to the ceiling encouraged him to hold Katsuki there, his throat tightening and releasing before he came up for air and did it again.
He glanced up and Katsuki's head was tossed back, mouth open, his eyes opening wide to the ceiling before finding Izuku and moaning again, his hand gripped Izuku's head and Izuku whimpered onto his thick cock as it oozed salty and sweet into his mouth.
When Katsuki's legs opened wider and wider with every dip of Izuku's head, Izuku glanced at Katsuki questioningly.
"I want you inside me." Katsuki murmured against his bicep, so quietly Izuku thought he misheard. He released his grip on Katsuki's shaft and Katsuki's cock from his mouth, leaving his lips pressed to his head, slid his middle and ring finger into his mouth.
Katsuki's eyes watched him as he did this, his chest heaving as much as Izuku's and Izuku couldn't believe he was about to do this, not to Katsuki, but he couldn't think of anything he wanted more in this moment than to feel what Katsuki felt like on the inside. To make him feel good in all the ways Katsuki wanted.
He teased at Katsuki's pink hole, the thickness of his spit coaxing him and Katsuki didn't pull away but looked at Izuku hungrily, his cock twitched against Izuku's lips and Izuku pressed his finger in to his first knuckle. Katsuki hissed, his hips bucked reflexively before he held himself still and then carefully, he pressed himself down onto Izuku's finger, taking the full length of it and keeping Izuku's eyes on his.
"Katsuki, fucking hell ." Izuku murmured against his head. Katsuki was warm and moist, and gripped onto Izuku's finger like revenge for his Izuku's mouth on Katsuki's cock. Izuku spat onto his finger before lowering his mouth again onto Katsuki and he worked his finger, hooking it into Katsuki's prostate to massage him into a blissful, mindless pleasure.
"Izuku, fuck, please. Please, more. " Katsuki groaned, muffled. Izuku saw it was because he was biting into his bicep and Izuku obliged by teasing his second finger into him and then Katsuki suck him in as he fought to keep his hips immobile as Izuku sucked and licked, dipping his head in a rhythm that built a satisfying pain in his cheeks and jaw.
His hand was working furiously on his own cock and he was losing his mind in the pleasure, Katsuki's laboured breathing, groans and moans that vibrated down his chest and through his cock into Izuku's throat, his careful clenching of his hips to hold himself still as Izuku had asked of him, his measured control and delirious pleasure had been enough.
And as Katsuki's fingers and hand tugged at Izuku's curls, tighter and tighter in encouragement, Izuku felt himself burst into stars and the world was spinning, and he could hardly breathe, but he kept going as Katsuki's cock hit the back of his throat, and Izuku spurted into his own palm and onto the sheets. His knees weakened and Katsuki was whispering his name like swear words.
"I'm gonna come, Izuku, Izu-ku-fuck-fu- " Katsuki released his head and clenched around Izuku's fingers; Izuku pulled away even as the first explosively hot spurt hit his tongue, bitter at first before disappearing, and then he felt it on his cheek, and he blinked because it had gotten into his eyes, and Katsuki was laughing and apologizing and moaning.
"Izuku, you okay? Shit, it's everywhere, I'm sorry." Katsuki swiped a thumb across Izuku's cheek and eye, trying to get him clean and Izuku took his thumb into his mouth and swirled his tongue to suck the saltiness from his skin.
"You're perfect, Katsuki." Izuku said as Katsuki swiped his wet thumb against Izuku's ruined mouth and looked down at him, drunk on everything.
"If I'm perfect, you're God." Katsuki whispered. "Come here, nerd." Izuku dragged his heavy body to fit against Katsuki's shoulder and Katsuki lowered his mouth and kissed him, low and sweet. If Katsuki cared that his face was covered in his come, he didn't show it.
"I have to shower now." Izuku murmured against his mouth, the softness of his lips and tongue a welcome difference to the abuse of his throat by Katsuki's cock. "Again."
"I like you like this though." Katsuki brushed the tip of his nose against Izuku's and Izuku melted.
"I'm very gross and covered in both of our bodily fluids, Katsuki." Izuku looked down at Katsuki, sprawled beside him and looked untouched beside his wet, softening shaft. "How did you not get anything on you?" Izuku asked in disbelief. His fingers tingled to remind hin of Katsuki sucking him in and he blurted, "You like to bottom now?"
"I like when you call me by my name. And let's say I want you in more ways than just one." Katsuki dipped his lips to Izuku again and Izuku gave a muffled sound of protest before kissing him back. When they came up for air, Izuku put his head to Katsuki's chest and swiped what little he could of Katsuki's come in his hair and face onto him, plus swiping his come covered hand across his abs, laughing as Katsuki swatted at him in protest.
" That's- ew - ugh , Izuku!" Katsuki said and Izuku kissed him cheekily before disappearing into the shower with a wag of his ass. Katsuki not being able to move for this was maybe the best thing Izuku could have imagined, because now he wanted him tied up, just so he could do what he liked.
Izuku was hard again, as his mind wandered into planning their next time. Katsuki joined him a minute later, and he came against the tile wall of the shower with the aid of Katsuki's careful hand.
They slept soundly that night.