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[blondshell]

(Annnnd Katsuki is bright red. All he can hear is Izuku saying that he wanted Katsuki to cum inside of him. He covers his mouth because why? Why is his mouth-watering? Why did that send heat straight through him?

His face develops a bit more of those telling red kitsune marks, his pupils thinning into slits. Good lord.

Fuck.

He was going to die. He lowers his head, ears twitching.)

Okay. (WHAT ELSE CAN HE SAY?!)

I...can do that.

[defendure]

I-I'm pretty sure. That's something else my weird...body...wants...s-so, I guess. Um. Bottom.

[ To answer the question. ]

[blondshell]

It's...That's fine.

(Good fucking god. They were absolutely going to do this. He was going to put his dick in the nerd and somehow that's...Not as surprising as it should be. It's not as weird or jarring as it should be.

Somehow, them losing their virginity together just kind of felt...expected. Was that weird?)

Then after this, we can just...sleep together when we're put in those weird situations. And neither of us have to feel guilty or fucked up about it. Or whatever.

[defendure]

[ Well they shared that first kiss...that kind of stunned kiss where neither of them moved their lips. ]

S-so...call one another whenever we feel like that? You won't...with other people?

[blondshell]

Yes. (To the first part. The second part has him whipping his head around to gape at Izuku.)

Hell no! (Have you met him? He could never just...do that with...just anyone! He frowns hard.)

Why? Will you?

[defendure]

N-no! I just, um.

[ He hides his face again for a second. Then peers out at Katsuki from between his fingers. ]

I...I don't want anyone else to have any of your blood...

[blondshell]

(Oh...)

Or my cum? (...KATSUKI WHY DO YOU GOTTA BE SO BLUNT ABOUT IT?)

[defendure]

I...I don't know. [ He scrubs his face. ] I think that part of me just...doesn't want to share my meal.

[blondshell]

(Why is he slightly disappointed?

Goddamn it. This place was making him think the weirdest shit.)

You don't have to worry about it either way. I wouldn't let just any freak do that shit to me.

(So.)

It'll be just you for me. (He crosses his arms over his chest and flops back against the couch.) So, don't sweat it.

[defendure]

[ That makes his fangs ache a little...but no!! He doesn't want their first time to involve Katsuki blitzed out. ]

So um. When...?

[blondshell]

Erm. (He shifts against the couch. After this talk, he wasn't hard exactly, but he was kind of...Aroused anyway. His stomach had that clenching feeling.)

We can do it today if you want.

[defendure]

[ Izuku is flustered to hell. ]

Um. Do you - uh. Which of us should set up?

[blondshell]

(He reaches his hand out to Izuku and ruffled his hair.)

I'll take care of everything.

[defendure]

[ Katsuki is totally gonna wine and dine him. Izuku relaxes, leaning into the touch. ]

...Okay. Um, I can wait...in my room?

[blondshell]

(That's...cute. He supposed he was allowed to just touch Izuku like this now. If they were going to agree to be intimate. So he lets Izuku lean into him. He lightly pulls Izuku's head forward against his stomach. Not too unlike a hug.)

Make sure you shower and clean yourself thoroughly.

(He sighs.)

I'm going...To go get stuff. I'll be back soon.

[defendure]

R-right.

[ This is so embarrassing. At least his room has an attached bathroom so Izuku can flee to clean... ]

[blondshell]

(Katsuki leaves the house to go get what they would need. It also helped him get his head into the right space too. He was approaching this like everything else in life: a challenge that he would win and be the best of. He wanted it to feel good for Izuku because that was the entire point, wasn't it?

He realized that's why people had sex. Relieve tension and feel good. Occasionally to make babies, but most people seemed to fuck for reasons beyond that more often than not.

So. He gets candles, gets some food for dinner later after the fact, and then after some consideration, he gets some sunflowers. It just felt right? Maybe he was being embarrassing. He gets lube too and after some thought, doesn't bother with condoms. I want you to cum inside of me.

Good lord.

He heads back home about an hour later and gets set up in his own room. They needed a bed, so. Shit. He didn't have a romantic bone in his body. Still, he has a basic idea of aesthetics so he arranges the candles on his nightstands. Tugs the sunflowers out and places them at the bases of the candles. After mangling a sunflower, he throws some petals onto the bed because? That's a thing right? Right.

Okay. Then. Music. He pulls open his Relic and flicks through it. Finally settles on a lowfi sort of chill playlist. Not as cheesy as generic romcom music, but it was...atmospheric? He thinks.

Fuck. Okay.

He moves to take a quick shower of his own. When he gets out, he dries his hair off and slips into sweats but nothing else. Lights the candles. Hits play on the music. Okay.

Draws his curtains and the room is lit in pleasant golden light. He heads out to Izuku's room and knocks on the door. Probably a bit too hard, but he's nervous, damn it.)

[defendure]

[ At least he knocked and didn't derail this into chaos. Izuku opens the door almost too fast, like he was waiting. His hair is still damp, and he's wearing pajamas - sweats and a shirt. He didn't have anything to dress up in really.

But he looks wide-eyed and nervous so... ]

Kacchan.

[blondshell]

(He's glad neither of them dressed up. It was just another pointless worry to have for an already worrisome event. Neither of them was the sort either. It felt more honest and he actually feels a bit of fondness at the sight of Izuku in his usual pajamas, hair freshly damp, and he feels...Relieved that it's with Izuku.)

Hey Deku.

(He sighs and offers him his hand, palm up. Hold his hand?)

[defendure]

[ Katsuki's not often reached out to Izuku. Not since they were kids...but Izuku reaches out immediately to take the offered hand, shyly glancing up. ]

Hey, Kacchan.

[blondshell]

(God damn it. He slides their fingers together and makes a soft scoffing sound. They had grabbed hands since childhood for various reasons, but not like this in some time. It somehow still managed to feel familiar, as they had never stopped. Their soul meter tattoos press together and he is comforted by the consistent, healthy beat of Izuku's heart against his own.)

If you need anything or gotta stop - just tell me, okay? (He was absolutely not going to fuck this up between them. He refused to let sex be what ruined them.)

[defendure]

[ Izuku's right wrist is his favorite these days. Right now, both their hearts are racing...

...but maybe they shouldn't point it out. ]

U-um. Same to you.

his right wrist being his favorite...clutches chest. imma die

[blondshell]

'Course.

(Katsuki won't point it out if Izuku doesn't. He opens the door into his bedroom and he looks away for just a moment, but he just as quickly is sneaking a glance at Izuku's face. Just....to make sure that....he liked it.)

...Is this okay?

well which wrist is katsuki's favorite!

[defendure]

[ Quick question are the candles scented or colored ]

whichever one has izukus mark :')

[blondshell]

(Likely scented. Probably some smell he knew Izuku would like.)