Izuku stared at Todo on his screen as it rang silently and placed his phone face down on the table as Katsuki shimmied around the kitchen, cooking for the first time since being stabbed. Izuku was perched on the edge of his chair ready to hop in to help but he could feel Katsuki's elbow in his side without having butted in yet.
The only reason he allowed him to cook had a lot to do with their follow up appointment at the hospital to check in and update later in the morning. And Katsuki was doing something simple. Tofu, steamed rice, and reheated miso soup. Somehow it smelled amazing, like he had done everything fresh that morning and not prepackaged and reheated.
There was a clatter and Izuku shot to his feet in time to see Katsuki wince slightly as he bent over to retrieve a fallen ladle.
"Kacchan, you shouldn't be-" Izuku was in the kitchen now and turned Katsuki to look at his abdomen, pulling his t-shirt up to expose his flat stomach. It looked fine, bright red and angry, but the stitches had long dissolved and the skin had come together in a knobby knot of tissue.
"Enjoyin' the view nerd?" Katsuki's eyebrow had gone up as he grinned. Izuku dropped his t-shirt and blushed. "I'm done, help me get the food to the table?"
Izuku took two bowls with tofu and miso and Katsuki followed with the empty bowls in one hand and rice in the other. They ate in silence and Izuku was nervous. Maybe because today they would find out if they could finally have sex. He blushed and dipped his head into his food and Katsuki nudged his foot under the table.
"What you mutterin' away in your head about?" He asked before he plopped a piece of tofu in his mouth.
"Nothing!" Izuku's voice was too high and his response was too quick. Katsuki chuckled.
The hospital parking lot was half empty and Izuku ignored the smell of cleaning products and sickness mingling in the air as they walked through the hall to the doctor.
Katsuki removed his t-shirt and allowed the doctor to run her hands along his scarring and inspect it for tenderness. He winced maybe once, but the doctor looked pleased.
"How long until I can go the gym, doc? I'm losing muscle mass over here." Katsuki gestured at his gorgeous body and the doctor's mouth lifted on one side.
"I'd say give yourself two weeks before you do anything heavy. But you're allowed to jog and do some phys ed exercises to prepare before you go back in there and break your body." She wrote something on what Izuku assumed were Katsuki's medical file papers before she glanced up at Izuku. "I can tell he did something too strenuous, because he's still tender."
Izuku's face was on fire and he couldn't hide the blush if he tried. Katsuki grinned sheepishly.
"No penetrative sex for two weeks, because that will strain the muscle, though I think you already know that." the doctor said without looking up from her notes, her face completely unchanged by her own words. Katsuki's grin turned mischievous.
"But sexual activity is finally permitted, huh?" Katsuki glanced sideways at Izuku who's entire body was on fire and he wished he could melt into the floor and disappear. The doctor made a noise in the back of her throat.
"I'll take that as a yes," Katsuki said happily with a wink at Izuku who was a mixed ball of turned on, excited, embarrassed, and dying.
Izuku didn't think it was necessary to mention to the doctor that Katsuki had actually hurt himself getting worked up while giving his statement to the police a couple weeks ago. Or that one time Katsuki had him in a headlock while they snuggled in bed and it turned into a wrestling match.
And their one time on the bed, and then again when Katsuki…helped Izuku in the shower.
Doctor said two more weeks and then…
"You're free to go, Mr Bakugou. Do you need a refill on the painkillers?" She asked with her pen hovering over a prescription pad.
"Nah, I got some left." Katsuki did his half shrug thing and Izuku's stomach swooped. Maybe Katsuki was cute sometimes . Also he had been so stubborn about his painkillers, he didn't just have some left, he had nearly all. It was meant to last him the month.
Izuku had his hand in his pocket as he fished for his phone when they walked through Katsuki's apartment door. He was pushed against the wall as soon as the door shut behind them and he looked up in surprise, Katsuki's forearm pressed to his chest before he removed it and slid his palm to cup his throat.
The lock clicked and Izuku felt Katsuki's rough fingers brush the underside of his jaw, tilting his head back.
"Kacchan. The doc said no-" Izuku's heart was already hammering in his chest, he could read Katsuki's intentions in his darkened red eyes, pupils blown so wide that even in the mild brightness of the sunlight pouring through the windows, his eyes appeared black.
He didn't get to finish his protest because Katsuki's mouth was on his, inhaling him long and deep until Izuku was melted against the wall, pressed and held up there by Katsuki's weight and thigh that had slid between his legs.
The air between them was hot and sticky and Izuku wrenched his face away to gasp for breath, his lips feeling swollen and abused. Katsuki was slowly grinding against Izuku's hip and he whimpered, Katsuki's fingers around his throat and tipping his jaw was slowly turning his face back.
"No-mph!" Izuku shuddered as Katsuki pressed his palm to his stomach and slid into his boxes, wrapping around him firmly and pressing his thumb to his wet head. "No sex." He finally managed to gasp out.
"No penetrative sex." Katsuki corrected. "But damn if I have to wait another two weeks to see you look like this." Katsuki rotated his wrist and tugged, Izuku's knees went weak. His eyes were closed and he felt close to ruin. It had been weeks since the fun they had on the bed, and he was pretty strict about it after Katsuki had hurt himself, and he would be lying if he said touching himself relieved him completely. When Katsuki was right there .
"Terrible word." Izuku murmured against Katsuki's mouth while trying to push at the parts of his body that weren't injured.
"Penetrative?" Katsuki was grinning at Izuku's half efforts and doubled down by flattening Izuku against the wall, pulling his hand above his head and holding it there with one arm while the other nestled under his chin again. Izuku's body moved involuntarily as he returned the grinding to Katsuki's and his eyelids fluttered.
The fact that he was completely pinned, arms restricted and Katsuki's hot breath on his skin, his mouth and throat, he wanted to be naked right now.
"Yea, that's a terrible word." Izuku squrimed, the humidity built in his pants where the friction increased. Katsuki hummed and laughed against his mouth where he took Izuku's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked slightly before snagging it on his teeth and biting.
Izuku moaned and almost collapsed, right there in the foyer.
"I prefer the word fuck myself." Katsuki closed his mouth over Izuku's and they kissed again, hunger growing desperately between them as their frantic movements against each other's hips started to lose their synchronicity.
"Bed." Izuku panted. Katsuki released his wrists and Izuku slumped, aware now that Katsuki was definitely the one keeping him on his feet. Katsuki had a thinly veiled look of victory on his face. Izuku steadied his legs and Katsuki removed his thigh, then they wobbled to bed. They ripped off their t-shirts and lost their pants, Katsuki doing it all one handed as he kept his shoulder from doing too much before he climbed on top of Izuku and flattened himself against him.
Izuku loved that he was completely covered by him, their legs interlocked again and they were both hard and wet in their boxers.
Katsuki's moans weren't restrained. They reverberated through him and made Izuku respond like it was physical touch. Izuku was grasping at him, linking his arms around his neck and combing his fingers through his spiky hair, arching his back to increase their physical contact because skin on skin wasn't nearly enough.
"Get on your back." Izuku murmured, gliding his fingertips over every ridge of softened muscle on Katsuki's back. He lifted his hips one last time to Katsuki's before he wriggled away and Katsuki huffed, annoyed in a fond way. Then he did as he was told, and Izuku hooked his fingers into his boxers before sliding it down his thighs and freeing him.
Katsuki looked delicious. Izuku shimmied out of his own boxer briefs before he quirked an eyebrow and Katsuki looked at him eagerly, drinking in the sight of Izuku, naked once again in his bedroom.
He was shy in front of a lens, but under Katsuki's stare, all he wanted to do was mount him and let him enjoy the show. There would be no mounting today though.
"Sit against the headboard," Izuku gestured with his pointer finger as he placed a knee on the bed, beginning to crawl toward him. Katsuki's eyes were hooded and dark and Izuku knew he was barely hearing him. So he climbed above him, pressing his thigh to the inside of Katsuki's and bent forward to lick his earlobe.
"I said, scoot back to the headboard, Katsuki." Izuku's voice had dropped so low, he didn't recognise himself. Katsuki was panting against his neck but he did as he was told. Once he was comfortably propped against the pillows, Izuku straddled him, careful to avoid the angry pink skin of the healing wound.
Katsuki's hips were solid between his thighs, and Izuku was throbbing, wanting relief.
So with eyes on Katsuki's, he closed the distance and kissed him, soft like a breath at first. He hooked his thumb around his shaft and looped his 4 fingers around Katsuki's, bringing them together in the tightness of his fingers and they both moaned into each other's mouth.
"Is this okay?" Izuku asked, inhaling Katsuki's smoke and maple, fighting against thrusting into his palm. Katsuki was harder than he was, solid against the underside of his cock, their precome mingling together and lubricating his palm.
Katsuki's eyes were closed and he nodded, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. Katsuki brought his own hand to close around Izuku's and they shifted together, their fingers siding along the length of them joined together by skin and Izuku kissed him and moaned.
Katsuki grasped one of his fleshy cheeks in his hand and slid his finger closer and closer to his hole and Izuku relaxed to allow him in. With Katsuki prodding into him, his finger buried to his final knuckle, his hips bucked in and the friction between Katsuki and him built until his head was buried in Katsuki's neck, teeth sinking and sucking on his skin and he came with a shudder to which Katsuki thrust into their joined palms and onto his chest, panting as his hip stuttered and rolled.
"Fuckin' hell Izuku." Katsuki kissed Izuku's sticky skin and he couldn't move, his entire body was jelly.
Izuku trembled and his legs tingled and pulsed in an attempt to hold him up. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he oozed beads along his shaft, still coming, but slowly; his pent up horniness finally receiving their reprieve. His mind was blank.
Emotion swelled inside him, warm and overwhelming, like an overflowing cupcake out of it's little cup, sweet and soft and puffy. His mind was blank but all he could feel was Katsuki under him, in his palm, skin sticking together where his thighs met Katsuki's.
"I-" Izuku sobbed as he clenched around Katsuki's finger as he withdrew it. "-love you."
Katsuki was silent. His chest was heaving as he caught his breath and Izuku had stiffened with his head buried in Katsuki's neck hoping he didn't hear him.
"Say that again?" Katsuki turned his mouth into the tender spot behind Izuku's ear. It tickled and filled him with warmth and bravery because he found himself ready to say it again.
"I love you." Izuku sat up and looped his damp forearm around his shoulders, Katsuki wrapped his arm around Izuku's waist and Izuku pulled him close, a grin so broad on his face Izuku mirrored it.
"You better. I'm fuckin' amazin'." Katsuki's fingers flexed along Izuku's back, his fingernails dragging wakes of pleasure. Then he looked Izuku in the eye, unblinking. He brushed the tip of Izuku's nose with his own and whispered, like a secret.
"I love you too, nerd."