From the moment they returned to the city, it was chaos.
Local papers had tried to get the scoop; there were reporters calling or stalking the nearly finished studio, Eijirou was followed home, then so was Katsuki and Izuku. It was the most exciting thing to happen in the arts culture within the city in a long time. And it was all centred around a scandal of half shadowy photos featuring Izuku and Katsuki in compromised positions.
No one seemed to care about it so much anymore since Izuku released the tamer, and in both Katsuki's and Izuku's opinion, much sexier versions. The way Izuku and Katsuki looked at either the lens or each other was enough to make anyone hot under the collar. The photos were crisp, their toned bodies captured light perfectly, and Izuku was absolutely comfortable in front of the camera, though he knew it was more him being comfortable in front of Katsuki.
So, they redirected attention to the studio, they gave phone interviews about their time with Mr Yagi, their experience in the city, what it meant to them that they could be together and do projects they were passionate about, how exciting the new ventures and possibilities had become because of all the attention.
Life had become a chaotic blend of blissfully domestic with time spent in bed, cooking, caring for each other, and walks, to switching their phones on for half an hour in the afternoon to answer emails, interview requests, and public relations. Their evenings were spent putting the final touches for the studio in place. Eijirou had done a wonderful job while they were away and they were on schedule to finish by the end of the week.
A lazy morning, when the sun had begun to warm Izuku's bare back as he lay on his stomach with Katsuki's fingers strumming the dip at the base of his spine, Izuku gave a little moan of satisfaction. Complete contentment. His body was pleasantly sore from last night's activities, and with such bliss, they felt impenetrable. Nothing could burst their bubble.
Something bothered Izuku since his talk with Shouto. He knew Katsuki might have overheard or lip read what he asked Shouto about Ochako, but they hadn't addressed it. And Ochako was still Katsuki's agent. On paper at least, because he had stopped using her and had begun defaulting to the new agency to finally begin the contract he had put off for months and then more after he was stabbed.
Testing their bubble, Izuku turned his face and smiled at Katsuki whose eyes were closed even as he played his fingertips across Izuku's skin in some beat or the other. Izuku knew he played drums, but he had never heard him, since there was no space in this apartment. Katsuki promised him one day he would.
"Kacchan." Izuku's voice was half muffled with his cheek pressed into the pillow. Katsuki hummed in response. "What are we going to do about our agent problem?"
"We'll hire someone to manage the studio optics." Katsuki murmured without opening his eyes. Izuku tried to count his blond eyelashes and smiled because he now had the opportunity to count his eyelashes, it was wild. He couldn't remember half of how he ended up here, in Katsuki's bed, content and blissed. He blinked and redirected his thoughts.
"No, Kacchan." Izuku softened his tone because he didn't want this to be taken as an accusation. Katsuki opened one eye and it was a ruby under the sliver of sunlight. "Shouto confirmed for me that Ochako leaked the photos, and her motives were to break us up." He left out the parts about the end game being that everyone returned to their exes.
Katsuki closed his eye and his breathing remained even while Izuku's heart rampaged in panic, scared of Katsuki's response. He hummed, the sound sending a soft flutter through the sheets and mattress, acting like a cat's purr and it soothed Izuku.
"I severed the contract and paid her off as soon as we were back." Katsuki said in an even voice. Izuku blinked. Katsuki peered with his one ruby eye and smirked, pinching Izuku's soft flesh playfully. "Relax, nerd. Ain't nobody gonna mess with us anymore."
Izuku couldn't think of anything to say so he just memorised Katsuki's face and the shape of his eyebrows, the suppleness of his skin even as the red eye closed lazily and he resumed strumming Izuku's skin.
"We're getting a bigger place." Katsuki's voice was heavy with sleep and the roughness of it sent a shiver from where Katsuki's fingertips brushed him straight to his groin. He couldn't remember not being horny since being with Katsuki and he blushed, completely missing the sentence until the blood returned to his brain.
"What?" Izuku spluttered the word but it was half muffled and his voice was also heavy with sleep.
"I bought us a new place. My lease here is up, so is yours, we need more room, it's closer to the studio." Katsuki continued without looking at Izuku and Izuku closed his eyes too; focusing on the calming pressure of his forearm across his lower back to the point of gentle fingertips.
" You bought us a place? Am I allowed to pay rent?" Izuku said playfully. Katsuki scoffed. Izuku knew he wouldn't stop him, but he wouldn't say no even though he wanted to.
"It has high ceilings, an extra bedroom, windows from floor to ceiling facing both the east and west. You get all the natural light you want, babe."
The pet name always made Izuku go hot all over, and it did, but also the thought that went into finding this place must have been immense. He was suddenly overwhelmed again with being in bed with Katsuki, feeling so filled with love he was floating, happy with where he was in life. It was a lot and he pressed his eyelids shut tightly to no avail because the tears came anyway.
"Zu, really?" Katsuki chuckled and shifted closer to brush at his cheek, the gesture didn't matter since the tears were flowing fast and over the bridge of his nose to the other eye and cheek, slowly dampening the pillow under him.
"I'm happy." Izuku half sobbed and he broke into a wide smile that wobbled. Katsuki clambered onto him and smothered him causing Izuku to laugh before they rolled and tussled until Izuku's tears came from tickles and unfiltered laughter.
Their bodies ached thoroughly at the end of the weekend. They had spent all of it moving into their new place with Eijirou and Mina's help, plus every free moment was spent in meetings with Katsuki's agency. They had shown interest in Katsuki and Izuku as a duo, and two more contracts were being drafted and negotiated. For them to model together, for Izuku to photograph for them and their agency models, and Katsuki's reformulated contract so he would have more freedom to work with Izuku in the future now that they had a partnership.
Izuku stretched onto the mattress, the fitted sheet below him smelled of Katsuki's detergent, the pillows remained bare because they hadn't gotten around to it yet. His laptop lit up next to him as it powered on and he rubbed his eyes sleepily. Katsuki walked out from the shower, his hair dripping water droplets that reflected gold of the setting sun.
"What're y'doin'?" Katsuki gave a yawn and the words were stretched.
"Calendar. Checking." Izuku couldn't form a sentence. He would be content to sleep without pillow cases or a blanket, his body was so tired.
"Do you like the name for the studio?" Katsuki sat on the bed and smoothed his palms over Izuku's back, Izuku had flipped onto his stomach to log in sluggishly to the laptop. "I mean, I don't want you to just agree with me-"
"I love the name Ground Zero, are you kidding?" Izuku gave him a beaming smile, his eyes half hooded. Katsuki kissed his shoulder before he slid off the bed and began to slide the pillows into pillow cases; Izuku had no idea where they came from. Then a blanket was draped over him and Katsuki took the laptop, Izuku had no energy left to protest and rolled over with a playfully miserable pout as Katsuki settled behind him and slid up to his back to spoon him.
"We're sleepin' in tomorrow, so close your eyes now." Katsuki kissed the shell of his ear. Izuku gave a sleepy moan and tried to turn his head for a kiss, but he fell asleep mid thought.
Staying in proved to be difficult. Izuku was restless with so much to do and being told not to do them for the sake of resting. His muscles sighed in relief at being stagnant for once, but his mind moved at warp speed trying to console himself into doing nothing for the sake of recovery.
Katsuki wrestled him into bed and stroked his hair, forcefully at first with comedic little sounds of protest from Izuku before the freckled man relaxed and he let his head fall back onto Katsuki's chest to listen to Katsuki's heartbeat.
Their breathing synced and the television blared in a laugh track to fill the silence. Katsuki pressed his lips to Izuku's scalp then after a moment of silence overlaid with scripted laughter, Katsuki hummed. Izuku knew he was thinking and waited patiently for him to say his thoughts out loud without pushing him.
"Izuku," Katsuki's voice was molten and warm; it stirred something inside him and his skin zinged. Katsuki's breath brushed the shell of his ear making Izuku squirm. "I want to try something with you."
Izuku turned his head and found himself an inch from Katsuki's face; the position proved to be ineffective for reading Katsuki's expression. Izuku was curious, because what would Katsuki want to try? He pressed his lips to Katsuki's for a light kiss and turned back to the television, not paying attention to the couple that were yelling at each other in some hilarious misunderstanding.
"I want to-" His voice faltered and Izuku could feel the quickening of his heartbeat against his back. He was nervous which made Izuku excited; he hummed to encourage Katsuki without asking him to continue. "I want you to top."
It was so quiet that the ringing in Izuku's ears almost drowned his thoughts out. Even the laugh track was non-existent.
"Oh." Izuku couldn't think because all the blood had rushed from his head to his groin. Katsuki's cock was already semi hard against his back and both their breathing had hitched. "Now?"
Katsuki laughed and Izuku turned again but instead of looking at him, he kissed him. He tasted like cinnamon and nutmeg from the breakfast cereal and tea they shared this morning and god, if kissing him like this didn't feel like the first time everytime.
"Slow down." Katsuki said against Izuku's lips. But he kissed him anyway, slow and long, his tongue licking Katsuki's own before he caught his lips between his teeth and whimpered. "Lube, towels." Izuku gave a muffled sound of affirmation but continued devouring Katsuki. Finally Katsuki succumbed and he pulled at the hem of Izuku's shirt while pushing down his shorts to grab a fistful of supple flesh and squeeze.
Izuku was painfully hard and had begun grinding against Katsuki's hip. He hadn't been top since before Shouto, and he had never preferred it anyway. Except now, remembering the feel of Katsuki around his fingers and wanting it around his cock was all he could think about.
Izuku slipped Katsuki's boxers and shorts off in one motion, Katsuki helped by kicking them off then took advantage of the break in contact to reach beside the table for lube he had put there last night. Izuku didn't care about the sheets, they could change them.
It was odd and satisfying all at once to have Katsuki's legs wrapped around his waist and hips, holding him firmly in place so that the stiffness of their cocks rubbed against each other, their skin catching and sliding where their precome mingled sending shocks of pleasure shooting through to his fingertips and toes.
Izuku pressed the underside of Katsuki's thighs and sat back to survey the man under him, his erection bobbing and throbbing at the sight. He's a model, of course he gets a Brazilian wax. Izuku had never thought about it, but the spread before him made him want to sink into Katsuki with no care for how quickly he would finish. But he wanted to feel Katsuki tighten around him, and for that to happen, he needed to make him come first. He grinned.
"You're beautiful." Katsuki's face was red from a bright blush which only deepened as Izuku stared and dragged his palm to cup his ass. Izuku, having used lube on himself more times than he would admit, deftly opened the tube with one hand and spread the cool liquid across his fingers; then he slid his middle finger into Katsuki's hole which tightened and slackened upon contact allowing Izuku's finger into his second knuckle.
Katsuki's eyes had fluttered closed and Izuku never tore his gaze away. Katsuki's hands were gripping the pillow above his heads and his spine flexed, but Izuku curled his finger and pressed into his prostate which earned him a whimper and groan. Katsuki worked himself onto Izuku's fingers and easily enough, Izuku was able to slip his second, then third fingers in, curling them and working them as he watched precome ooze from Katsuki's bright pink cock.
He positioned himself finally and Katsuki's eyes were bright looking at him, never leaving Izuku's face. Izuku's hips stuttered at the wet contact of Katsuki's hole and he sucked in a breath to steady himself before he slipped into him and moaned low and long, waiting for Katsuki to clench and unclench around him as they both adjusted.
"Izuku." Katsuki's breathless voice called Izuku's attention back to the man's face. Katsuki looked ruined, his eyes were glazed and his mouth hung half open to allow his shallow breaths room to fight for oxygen. "More. Don't go easy."
Izuku's eyes almost fluttered shut as he held his breath to stop himself from coming then and there. He twisted Katsuki and straddled one leg while holding the other on his shoulder and sank into Katsuki until he couldn't anymore. Katsuki buried his head under his arm and rotated his hips.
Katsuki was more than anything Izuku had ever hoped he would be. When they came, it was together, because Katsuki shot hot and fast onto his chest and the bedsheets, his hips stuttering and his moans in sobs, clenching tight and hot around Izuku who finally allowed himself to let loose the pent up pleasure. His hips automatically thrust further into Katsuki and Katsuki simply rotated his hips as they rode their orgasms until Izuku's legs gave out and he collapsed onto Katsuki.
"Have I," Izuku panted into Katsuki's neck, "Told you how much I love you?" Their skin was damp and clung to each other. Katsuki laughed and the wicked glint in his eyes had returned, though he was still very dazed.
"You should. I'm freakin' amazin'." Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku's shoulders and Izuku was going soft inside Katsuki, and he never wanted them to end.