Katsuma Wants to See Izuku's Bedroom Part 1

"Katsuma!" Izuku belted in delight, hand high in the air, waving at the little boy as he stepped off the boat. He beamed right at Katsuma, eyes bright as the little islander started to sprint towards him.

"Izuku!" Katsuma leapt at Izuku, his arms latching around his midsection, his face buried in his chest. "I've missed you!" Katsuma looked up at Izuku with tears running down his freckled cheeks.

"I've missed you too." Izuku pulled the boy up into his arms, hands under his little bottom as Katsuma buried himself in Izuku's neck.

"You said you'd visit," the boy said in a muffled pout, hands holding Izuku's shoulders tight.

Izuku chuckled nervously, cheeks tinting pink as he was called out on his failure to keep this particular promise.

"I know, and I'm sorry. Things here were…" He trailed off, looking down and away.

"I know," Katsuma interrupted, wrapping his arms around Izuku's neck and nestling as close as he could. "I saw on the computer," he added.

Deku let out a sad sigh, then pulled away and smiled at Katsuma again. "Yeah, it was pretty rough, but we did it in the end." He tried not to remember the price he had to pay for that, as worthwhile as it was.

Mahoro and Mr. Shimano deboarded the boat too, Katsuma having taken a fast leg before them. Izuku waved at them too, holding Katsuma with one hand under his butt as Katsuki approached him from behind.

A fun afternoon followed, the teen heroes taking the brother and sister to an amusement park, then to the mall, then to dinner. Mr. Shimano was going to pick them up at the end of his workday, which wouldn't be until 8 pm that night, so they had time to kill.

"Oi, this runt wants to see the others," Katsuki said, his hand gripping Mahoro's scalp. Izuku looked across the food court to see some of the rest of class 1-A. He waved at them, Mahoro took off into a sprint, running into Shoji's multiple arms as Katsuma clung to and hid behind Izuku's legs.

"I think this many people is a bit much for him," Izuku whispered to Katsuki, whose eyes narrowed at the little boy before he shrugged. "I'll make sure the little trickster bitch runt stays out of trouble," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking to join Mahoro and his classmates.

"Want to go somewhere a bit quieter?" Izuku asked, kneeling down to look Katsuma in the eye. Katsuma nodded and slid his hand into Izuku's again. Then he whispered something that Izuku couldn't quite make out.

"What was that?" the teen asked, cupping his ear closer to the boy's mouth.

"I peed," he said lowly as if the air itself could hear. Izuku looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He looked down at the boy's blue overalls and not a single sign of wetting was there.

"You need to pee?" he whispered back, assuming he was correcting the boy. But Katsuma shook his head, his cheeks tinging pink.

"I already went. I need to be…" He didn't finish, instead his cheeks tinged a deeper shade.

"I think I get it," Izuku said, striking away any notion of surprise or judgment before it could show on his face.

As they walked to the nearest restroom, Izuku looked down his own palm, the one that'd been under the boy's bottom twice already. If it was true, and Katsuma was wearing some form of padding or protection, how had he not felt it? Was he really that damaged?

"What's wrong?" Katsuma asked after looking up and seeing his friend's knitted brows and contemplative expression. Izuku instantly masked on a smile.

"Nothing's wrong, I was thinking. Not about anything important, just thinking." Thankfully, they'd just gotten to a restroom in time for him to not have to explain himself. Katsuma led him by the hand, looking over his shoulder as if he expected to be spied on.

Izuku found it adorable. Katsuma's island only had a population of about one thousand, everyone knew everyone and there were few secrets. Here in the city, however, anyone and everyone blended into the background, even a boy who needed changing.

Katsuma looked around as they entered the men's room, looking as small as could be. The only occupant was a boy standing at the urinals, about Katsuma's age, with his shorts and underwear all the way down his ankles and his shirt pulled up his chest. Izuku couldn't help but look at the cute little cheeks that were on shameless display.

While there was only said occupant, Katsuma made sure to lead Izuku to the farthest stall, directly opposite the practically naked boy, his rosy and round cheeks shaking as he wiggled his hips. The stall door was closed and locked just as the boy's trousers came back up around his hips.

Izuku's gaze went back down to his charge, who has rosy cheeks himself, but for a very different reason. Izuku put the toilet seat down and sat on it. He had a general idea of what Katsuma needed right now but hadn't ever done anything like this before. It was somewhat thrilling.

Katsuma then held his little yellow satchel bag up for Izuku to take, which the teen did. Katsuma then bit his lip and looked at the floor, his hands held behind his back. Izuku got the picture.

Izuku reached out and undid one strap of his overalls, then the second, then held them as they fell down Katsuma's slight body. Halfway down, Izuku had confirmation that the boy was indeed padded in a pair of pull-ups. He made no indication of surprise, instead opting to just smile at Katsuma.

The boy then pulled his feet out of his overalls, then Izuku folded them and set them behind him on the cistern. Izuku reached out, held the hem of the boy's t-shirt, then started to roll it up. Katsuma took hold of the t-shirt when it reached his chest. Clearly, he was used to this.

Even so, pink dusted his cheeks as Izuku's scarred hands reached down and undid the first snap of the pull-up, then the second. Katsuma squirmed on the spot as it fell into Izuku's waiting hand, then it was pulled from between his legs, leaving him even more naked than the boy at the urinal had been.

Izuku's eyes honed in on Katsuma's little willy as soon as it was on show. Even as his hands were busy folding the pull-up. He set that behind him too, then opened Katsuma's yellow satchel. Indeed, inside there were wipes, a cream, and spare pull-ups.

He smiled at the boy, eyes trailing up and down his small, adorable body. He was picture-perfect, not a single freckle out of place. From his pink little nipples, down to his hips and the v-lines that led down to his tiny and cute pecker, all the way down his handsome thin legs. Yes, he was the very model of a perfect little boy.

And not a tan line in sight, either. Yet he was tanned if only a little. That made Izuku picture Katsuma, butt-naked on the beach, running around with it all on show without a care in the world. He remembered being that age and never having such a sense of shamelessness. Izuku himself never made do with just a speedo or trunks, he needed a bathing suit, long and baggy.

Katsuma was more like Katsuki in that respect. Some of Izuku's earliest boyhood memories were of Katsuki naked, either in the changing room or at the river, as shameless as anything. Even back then, Katsuki's butt-cheeks had been pert and full, the same as they were now.

Izuku caught himself daydreaming, still gawking at Katsuma's little willy, and by now the boy had a full-face blush. He wondered if Katsuma was as bashful on the beach if he went naked, that is. Izuku chuckled, ruffled his hair, and reached back into the satchel.

He pulled out a wipe, then realised he was about to touch Katsuma down there. Not just because he could, but because he had to. He reached down, palm facing upwards with the wipe draped over it, and pressed up against Katsuma's boyhood – all of it.

The naked boy moaned lowly; eyes squeezed shut as he was touched down there by his greatest hero. And touch it Izuku did. He pressed his hand up against Katsuma, feeling his little shaft and minuscule balls through the wipe. His palms certainly weren't too numb to feel those. His breathing even started to shorten, his trousers getting very tight, tighter than they'd already been.

Izuku let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding after pulling his hand away. Then, unprompted, Katsuma turned on the spot, presenting his bare bottom to Izuku. The teen almost fainted at the sight. Katsuma was the definition of perfect. His cheeks were round and full, pert and tanned, the lightest smattering of freckles decorating them.

For an instant, Izuku knew there existed divinity, for how else could something be designed so perfectly? Each freckle was intentionally placed, the curve of his cheeks was mathematically perfect, and the way they curved to meet his thighs was nothing short of immaculate. All this, Izuku pondered before Katsuma bent forward slightly, just enough to part his cheeks.

As this holy event unfolded before him, Izuku's breath just stopped. Katsuma's butt-cheeks parted just enough for his pink little hole to be revealed, just barely enough for it to wink at him. It took ten seconds of solid staring for Izuku to realise that he had the infinitely enviable privilege of getting to touch it.

Taking that breath, he reached out to Katsuma's rear with a fresh wipe and pressed his fingers lightly between his cheeks. Katsuma's breath hitched as he was touched there, the slight coldness surprising him. He clenched around Izuku's fingers as they wiped down. And as they wiped down, he felt Izuku's fingers press very slightly against his butthole, one after another.

Izuku swallowed, folded the wipe over, and reached down between Katsuma's thighs. He pressed his fingers up against the boy's taint, Katsuma whimpered under his breath, his eyes squeezed closed as his thighs spread a bit father apart.

Izuku rubbed up, then went down the inside of each thigh, then up again. Then he sat back, the wipes discarded with the pull-up, his body sagging now that he had no excuse to touch Katsuma again. But then, as if heaven's light shone onto it, he looked down into the satchel and saw the cream.

He took it out, unscrewed the cap, then squeezed a small dollop onto his fingers. Before he applied it, though, he thought to look at what it was for. Predictably, it was a rash cream, not that Katsuma's precious privates had any such blemish. All the better to use the cream and keep it that way.

"You're doing great," Izuku whispered, reaching up and ruffling Katsuma's hair. Then he brought his fingers to the boy's crack and pressed his fingers in. Katsuma whimpered, his knees shaking as he felt Izuku's fingers caress over his hole again, then down between his legs and up against his balls.

Then Katsuma gasped and blushed. Izuku had reached between his legs and started to caress his marbles and member, rubbing the cream into them both thoroughly. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but the stimulation. Against his wishes, however, his willy had no such intentions of ignoring Izuku's attention.

He started to stiffen as the cream was rubbed in, his tiny winkle becoming slightly less tiny. He looked anywhere but down at it, his hands wringing his t-shirt as Izuku, his hero, stroked and squeezed his willy until it went all the way hard.

"Katsuma," Izuku said through a breath, his fingers trailing back between the boy's legs, rubbing the cream up into his taint and inside his thighs, making him spread his legs even further apart. Then he ran his fingers slowly up between his cheeks again, caressing his soft, silky skin.

Izuku couldn't help but take one whole cheek into his hand, squeeze it, and thumb the inside, pressing said finger against Katsuma's tight pink rosebud, then let go and watch the cheek bounce into place and ripple.

"Damn," he whispered lowly, his free hand palming his own cock through his trousers. He could feel his pre seeping into his underwear, he was so hard and so ready that his cock felt like it would blow any second. "Katsuma, turn around for me, buddy," he said, already undoing the button of his trousers.

"Izuku?" Katsuma turned as he was told, still holding his t-shirt to his chest, standing bow-legged with his willy pointing right at Izuku. Then he saw as the teen pulled his own willy out of his boxers. Katsuma blushed even deeper. It was the first time he'd seen a big willy other than his dad's. Even then, in the bath or the showers at the beach, his dad's willy never stuck out hard.

"Yeah, Katsuma?" Izuku asked, unable to stop himself from stroking his member, a dribble of precum leaking from his tip.

Katsuma didn't know what to say, he could only watch as Izuku did something to himself and make something white come out of his tip.

"Um," he whimpered, shuffling on the spot, his cocklet twitching when Izuku's fingers wrapped around it again. "Ah, ah!" Katsuma pressed his lips together, his butt-cheeks clenching as Izuku rubbed both of their privates.

His knees knocked together as he felt a tingle, a strong, intense tingle that radiated from behind his balls to the tips of his fingers. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger, seeming to get more powerful when he looked right at Izuku's hard member.

"Izuku," he whispered, his breath going heavy as his eyes started to roll back into his head. He bucked his hips forward, his breaths rapid as the tip of his cock started to feel tight! He thought for sure he was going to wet onto Izuku, but it felt good, so he didn't stop it. "Something's happening," he whispered hoarsely. "I think I'm gonna, gonna pee!"

Katsuma closed his eyes, face already crimson as that tightness in his tip, the tingle behind his balls, and the tension in his chest all came to a magical crescendo of pleasure! He let out a loud moan for all of a moment before something wet and soft pressed against his open mouth, muffling his cry of ecstasy.

When he opened his eyes, when the pleasure had died down enough, he saw Izuku's face right up against his, their mouths pressed together, kissing! He whimpered as he let Izuku kiss him, the hand that'd been rubbing Katsuma's cock instead threading through his hair.

This wasn't regular kissing; this was grown-up kissing. Izuku's tongue pressed into his mouth, Katsuma's own much smaller one trying to wrestle it to no avail.

After a moment, through all of which Izuku had been pumping his own member, they parted, both boys breathless. Katsuma's chest heaved as his cheeks went flush. Though, that was nothing in comparison to Izuku's fatigue. He was lying back against the cistern, one hand squeezed tight around his cock, the other hanging uselessly down by his side.

Katsuma looked down at Izuku's member, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a splatter of something white on the toilet seat, a splatter whose trail he followed, only to find the end of the splatter on his own hip.

"Whoa, Katsuma mumbled, looking down at the white splatter with wide eyes. He looked back up at Izuku, thinking he'd explain it right away. It looked just like the white stuff that'd been leaking from his tip earlier, maybe this was just more of that. If so, what was it? Was it part of something to do with his quirk? If so, Katsuma thought it quite strange but knew better than to say that about somebody's quirk.

"Sorry, Katsu," Izuku said, sitting up after getting his breath back a little. "I made a mess." He rubbed the back of his head. "And I got some on you too, sorry."

Katsuma watched as Izuku got a fresh wipe from the satchel, cleaned Katsuma's hip, then the toilet seat. "And, sorry for kissing you, I couldn't think of another way to stop you from being loud," he confessed, looking guilty. "I didn't have the right to take your first kiss."

Katsuma frowned.

"But you're supposed to kiss people you love, and I love you," he said lowly, his head quirking to the side.

Izuku looked back at him, wide-eyed. Then his expression softened into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I love you too," the teen replied, the smile reaching his eyes for all of an instant.

Katsuma beamed up at him, let go of his t-shirt, and climbed up onto the toilet seat with Izuku. He wrapped his arms around the teen's neck, pressing as close to him as possible, not even flinching when one of Izuku's hands made its way to his bare butt.

"That felt really good, though," he whispered into Izuku's ear. "What was it? And what was the white stuff?" He pulled away and looked his hero in the eye, his own eyes wide and innocent, his smile small and curious.

"Uh, I can't really explain those right now," Izuku said, his eyes going up and down Katsuma's body. He shook his head, correcting himself, then looked the little boy in the eye. "I mean, this isn't the place to talk about those important things. I can take you somewhere safer, where you can ask all sorts of questions, like maybe my apartment, or my dorm?"

"I wanna see your bedroom," Katsuma declared, beaming brightly. "The one you grew up in," he added, realising that didn't narrow down the two options.

Izuku's look of surprise settled into a smile, and he hugged Katsuma again. "Okay, we'll go there."