*Katsuki*

It was only the next morning when Izuku sat up in bed after answering a call before the sun had properly warmed the room that Katsuki felt his knotted stomach was justified. Izuku excused himself to the bathroom and the sound of running water filled the small apartment.

Photos, blurry, or noisy, dark and unidentifiable except to them, had been published on all the media scandal sites. It was plastered everywhere and everyone, the entire city, was talking about who the mystery men were and how bold, or disgusting, or brave, or vile they were.

Eijirou's call came later, when Katsuki knew he was finally awake, and it was all Katsuki could do to contain his sobs. Izuku… he had disappointed Izuku. This was exactly why he wasn't good for Izuku, he didn't deserve this. He should have protected him.

Eijirou just told him to stay put, that he would be over later, all the while Katsuki sobbed for as long as Izuku's shower would drown the noise out.

"Should I come over there now?" Eijirou's voice was tentative, Katsuki knew it was because his quiet sobbing hadn't been as quiet as he hoped. He had stopped by now, but his breath still hitched every other inhalation. His eyes were dry and itchy, like they had expelled all their moisture and there was none left to lubricate his corneas.

"Na, man. I'm fine. I just have to tell Izuku-" Katsuki got to his feet to wash his face in the kitchen sink.

"Tell Izuku what? That it's your fault?" Eijirou sounded irritated. "Look, there's no way it was, I'm sure it was Ururaka. You said she visited, and she must have seen it and thought this would be a shitshow and tank your career Or maybe she needed the money, who knows?. All you need to do is tell Izuku you guys need to release those photos today and announce your studio. Then ride the publicity man, just, don't let her tear into your relationship over something so stupid."

Katsuki patted his face dry and his eyes felt sandy anyway. He knew Eijirou was right. But it still didn't stop him from feeling like Izuku and him were going to end, because he was careless and let her in and now his body was all over social media, the private photos he had meant for just them. The bathroom door opened and Katsuki sighed.

"I gotta go, thanks red."

Izuku's eyes were pink and Katsuki knew he was also crying. Katsuki stepped toward him, arms open but wary. "I'm sorry-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry?" Katsuki frowned, confused.

"I wanted to do those photos with you and it was meant for just us-" Izuku started and they were close enough to hug now but they weren't and they both still looked confused.

"It was, and I loved doing it, but you have nothing to be sorry about." Katsuki was close enough to pull Izuku's head to his neck now, so he did, and Izuku melted against him. Relief began to flow through his veins, calming his erratic and bruised heart, and Izuku laughed wetly.

"Why are you sorry?" Izuku's voice was muffled where Katsuki could feel the humidity of his breath against his skin through his shirt. Izuku's hair was damp in his palm where he combed his fingers through to untangle them.

"I let Ochako in, and she had to be the one to leak it-" Katsuki said into Izuku's curls. They had gotten long again and Katsuki loved dipping his face into it and inhaling until all he was, was Izuku. "I didn't do this, I didn't release them."

Izuku was laughing. Katsuki thought for a wild second that he was sobbing and he felt horrible, his stomach turned and wrenched, but then a giggle burst against his chest and now Katsuki was entirely confused. "I never thought you released them!"

More laughter until he was being completely held up by Katsuki because he was a puddle of giggles. "Did you think I blamed you?"

"Yea?" Katsuki's stomach was still roiling but he could feel his fingertips again. "I thought you'd be mad because the photos were meant to be just for us…"

"Oh, Kacchan. I'll get over it. You can't tell it's us anyway." Izuku looked up, his eyes watery from laughter, instead of tears of pain.

"Everyone's saying our names, though." Katsuki said darkly. "I guess when Ochako leaked it, she said it was us."

"Thank fuck she didn't have enough time, otherwise it would be pretty obvious." Izuku mumbled. Katsuki furrowed his brow again, remembering what Eijirou said and he was nervous again.

"Listen." Izuku's eyes were wide and innocent, and still pink and like a baby animal Katsuki needed to protect. Katsuki swallowed thickly. "I think we should release the photos- the scar ones!" Katsuki corrected quickly because Izuku's mouth had opened and his eyes grew wider still, "So we can say, 'yes, it's us, but here's the ones you're meant to see' and control the viewers while advertising at the same time. It's just a little sooner than we wanted but we can do it, it's fine, we're fine-"

Izuku kissed him and Katsuki lost the rest of his rambling because Izuku was kissing him, which meant yes? He was nervous about nothing. He had been reading everything all wrong, reading their relationship wrong.

"Kacchan." Izuku pulled away. "I know we'll be fine, and that's a brilliant plan." Katsuki's eyebrows leapt up. Izuku laughed some more but his giggles died quickly, "What? You thought I'd disagree with you?"

Still dumbfounded, Izuku snuggled up to him and inhaled. "I always love the smell of you in the morning. It smells like just you, without the smells of deodorant or soap from the shower, or shampoo, or cologne." Katsuki lowered his nose into his hair and pulled Izuku to him; "I'll edit the photos tonight, or just one, and we can post them at peak hours."

"You sure?" Katsuki was smiling into his hair, because how was he so lucky? Izuku looked up and nodded, then wrinkled his nose.

"You have to brush your teeth, Kacchan." Needless to say, Katsuki spent the next few minutes wrestling Izuku back onto the bed, pinning him, and breathing onto his face as Izuku was reduced to hysterical laughter, all legs and arms trying to fend Katsuki off.

Izuku and Katsuki made up their mind to post the update, have a publicity firm compile the most tasteful photos with a narrative of them falling in love, then go dark from the internet while the PR firm dealt with any fall out, answering questions and sheltering them from the brunt of it. To pass the time without internet, they wandered the street lined with food carts, sampling all the little delicacies as they walked unabashedly with their fingers interlocked, neither of them caring about looks or whispers.

They were free.

Neither man had ever hidden their sexuality, but declaring such a relationship often saw hate in a steady stream, and they both wanted to protect each other from it. This was the best way, the PR firm. And ignoring everyone.

Eijirou was in the lobby, Mina in tow, when they returned. Katsuki let go of Izuku's hand for the first time in over an hour to hug Eijirou and kiss Mina on the cheek, Izuku hugged them both tightly with Mina giving an excited squeal.

"We're going drinking." Eijirou said simply, and neither Katsuki nor Izuku put up a fight.

A week later, the PR firm contacted them to forward interview requests; there was one they couldn't ignore. Channel 3's show, Breaking News Japan, had asked for them to come on their evening time slot for ten minutes to talk about the photos, speculate who leaked them, and altogether promote them. It was to be done in Tokyo.

After some debate, when they both felt comfortable, they agreed. The PR firm made arrangements, Ochako was left out of everything. Katsuki felt a little guilty, but her being the lead suspect for trying to harm them warranted an abundant use of caution.

They were put up in a 5 star hotel, paid for by Channel 3. They had unlimited room service, they even had a spa date evening. The further time past the photos' leak they went, the more it looked worth it, it felt worth it, and Katsuki was no longer concerned about Izuku's mental strain because the little shit was beaming and grinning brighter than a sun in a cloudless sky.

Katsuki was nervous. Izuku and him hadn't fooled around since the shoot, but tonight, after they had seen each other naked with towels for drapes as they were both massaged by deft hands, slick with oil and groaning in pain and pleasure, their touches had turned to static shocks.

Everything was sensitive and tentative and hot. The air was thick between them and even as they both pushed their dinner around their respective plates, they said nothing. Katsuki's knees were pressed between Izuku's, the warmth of him like a heat blanket throwing waves off him, like need, and want, pulsing and calling.

"Izuku." Katsuki's voice was husky from disuse. Or lust. Both. Izuku looked up from pushing around a dumpling with one chopstick. "Get on the bed."

Katsuki knew Izuku wanted to, he was pushing his food around, he hadn't eaten anything today, only sipping on water. No prep needed. Izuku had stiffened, his knees still against Katsuki's own before his eyes went dark as his pupils blew open and he pushed to his feet and stumbled to bed.

Katsuki grabbed a towel from a cupboard in the hallway of their suite and laid it on the bed before he climbed onto Izuku , then he finally allowed himself to look at him. All the blood left his head and rushed to his groin because Izuku wriggled under him, boxer briefs barely containing him and Katsuki knew all Izuku wanted, had been wanting from the moment they were alone in the hotel room, was him. And the thought alone almost killed him, knocking the wind from him, the way Izuku's curls fell away from his forehead when he was on his back, the way his spine arched so he could be nearer to Katsuki who was propped above him, the jolt from Izuku when his thigh met Izuku and pressed onto his cock, rubbing slowly, agonising pleasure.

"Kacchan!" Izuku almost sobbed his name and Katsuki was kissing him. The taste of him filled his mouth, his lungs, his sounds filled his ears, and his hands were everywhere, stripping Katsuki and Katsuki helped until he was heaving breaths with their chests fighting for room as their skin already slick with sweat began to stick together.

"Izuku." Katsuki murmured his name, a prayer against his lips and trailing it with kissing down his neck to his chest where he took his nipple in his teeth and flicked his tongue against it, Izuku rewarded him with a moan, a squirm, and fistfulls of his hair was gripped tightly, pushing him down.

" Kats-" Izuku cried to the ceiling and Katsuki wrapped his lips around his head, already slick and oozing so that the rest of his name was a gasp. With Izuku's cock in his mouth he wrangled Izuku's boxers off his body and situated himself between Izuku's legs, a knee on his shoulder as he slid his tongue along the length of him, breathing through his nose, sucking until his cheeks and jaw hurt and Izuku's legs were shaking.

Izuku was pulling at him, pulling him back onto his chest and he was kissing him, Izuku's hot tongue hungry and roamed his mouth freely, wrapping around his own and sucking, writhing his body beneath him and Izuku wrapped his legs around Katsuki to lock him into place.

"Are you sure?" Katsuki swore internally, because what if Izuku wasn't. They'd have to stop. Izuku answered by yanking him hungrily to his mouth and messily saying yes, yes, yes . Katsuki pulled back and balanced on his knees, his chest heaving and his head pulsing, stealing all his coherent thoughts because all he could think was beautiful, he's fucking beautiful, with bruised lips and arms thrown above his head so that his curls fell onto his biceps, his abs stretching firmly with him and drawing Katsuki's eyes downward and oh. A green jewel glimmered against Izuku's pink hole and Katsuki's cock twitched at the sight.

"You've been wearing that…" Katsuki looked at Izuku's wicked grin and sparkling eyes, "all day?" Izuku nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but he pulled the plug out without much effort and Izuku gaped open before shutting wetly and Katsuki was undone. The sight of him made him lightheaded, and he cupped Izuku in his palm before he pressed easily, two fingers into Izuku without much resistance. Fucking hell, he had kept himself lubricated too because he was wet and hot and clenching onto his knuckles when he rotated his fingertips into his prostate.

"You, you. " Izuku pushed at his hand and Katsuki retracted his fingers. He positioned himself, and in one fluid movement, he sank into Izuku where they both shuddered and gasped, holding still as Izuku adjusted around him, sucking him in and locking his ankles so Katsuki couldn't shift.

" Fuckin'- " Katsuki dropped his forehead to Izuku's and they were both panting, feeling everything, their breaths, the pleasure that was so good it hurt to hold still for want of more and more and yet they maintained themselves for a minute as their hearts fought against each other where their chests met. Katsuki held himself back up and when Izuku loosened his legs' grip, he shifted and groaned at the sensation. A warm all encapsulating shift that rippled from where they were joined to his very fingertips.

The only thing that kept him going while simultaneously kept him dangerously close to the end of him was Izuku's face where it fell loose from pleasure, his mouth opened to gasp or moan, his eyes had glazed over and his head rocked back so that his throat looked deliciously exposed, so Katsuki kissed it and caught his skin between his teeth leaving stars of red bites in his wake.

His thighs shook from his efforts, of holding himself up, holding his orgasm in, the slow thrusting to ruin Izuku and earn every look of pleasure on his face. Izuku noticed and in a deft movement Katsuki wouldn't have thought him capable of, Katsuki was on his back and Izuku was riding him, without slipping from him. His legs sighed in relief and all he could feel was the liquid his body had become, fireworks flying out under his skin in ripples because seeing himself disappear into Izuku like that, with Izuku losing himself on him felt like he had been drugged into the best dream of his life.

Izuku's hand worked along his own free shaft and his head was thrown back, grasping Katsuki's bicep for balance and Katsuki was holding him steady by cupping his firm ass and that groove of skin on his waist that curved into a V. With a stutter and a cry, then a shudder, Izuku spurted hot onto Katsuki's chest and the simple feeling of it, the warping of absolute bliss on Izuku's face was Katsuki's undoing. He attempted to shift Izuku off him, but Izuku sat firmly and rotated his hips slowly, Katsuki couldn't stop it, and he was filling him, flooding him, he could feel his come slipping between his thighs and fucking Izuku was tightening and sucking him in as he rode his own waves of please, come still oozing lazily from his tip and messing up his fingers in a glaze.

They almost missed the towel.

"Why didn't you let me pull out." Katsuki laughed weakly. "We didn't use a condom-"

"Not like I can get pregnant, Katsuki." Izuku leaned forward and Katsuki's softening shaft slipped a little, earning him another wave of sensitive, intense pleasure. "I wanted all of you." Izuku whispered against his lips before he kissed him slowly.

"Now you've spoiled me. And I'll never want anything else." Katsuki groaned.

"I hope so." Izuku grinned, all teeth against Katsuki's mouth before he kissed him again and wriggled. Katsuki bit back a whimper because he had slipped out and somehow, he was getting hard again.

"Fuckin' nerd. You'll be the death of me." Kastuki grabbed him and pulled him onto his chest, smearing Izuku with his own spend.