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[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.)

if it's the left they can stand side by side and clasp hands yes

[defendure]

[ So a crisp scent, probably rain or woodsy grass or something. Izuku breathes in, looking around. The lighting, the music...flowers.

Flower petals.

...this is probably the most effort anyone here has put into losing their virginity. Izuku's still nervous, but he knows all of this is for his benefit. Candles and flowers and music and dancing... ]

It looks really good, Kacchan...

yes that one

[blondshell]

(Please don't say that out loud to Izuku or else he might combust. Literally. Katsuki had mostly gone with what Izuku had requested and figured the flowers would be a complete finishing touch. That's what romantic nerds liked, right?)

Good.

(Thank fuck. He closes the door behind them and is so, so glad they live alone currently. He pulls Izuku around to face him. Although he was nervous, he was glad that they had been dancing most nights under the guise of Katsuki teaching Izuku how to dance. This felt natural. Easy

He slides his hand over Izuku's lower back and pulls him close and leads them into a dance.)

<3

[defendure]

[ This is totally what romantic nerds like. Katsuki insists he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, but he's doing pretty well here.

Izuku thinks for a moment Katsuki is going to kiss him, but instead he's drawn smoothly into a dance. How suave?

It gets a shy little grin out of him. ]

[blondshell]

(It was for Izuku's sake! If this had happened to them even a few months ago, this would have been an absolute disaster. Thankfully, Katsuki was still feeling guilty and raw from everything and was determined to better himself for Izuku's sake specifically.

Katsuki can't really help but grin back at him.)

Nerd.

[defendure]

I don't think that's how you're supposed to be calling me right now...?

[ "Nerd", he means. ]

[blondshell]

Oh yeah? How should I be calling you right now then?

[defendure]

Um...how about "Izuku"?

[ He's tilting his head back to get a good view of Katsuki here. ]

[blondshell]

Izuku then.

(His voice softer. Should he...? That's what they were doing this for, right? This time he was pretty sure he was allowed to just kiss Izuku.

So he does. He tips his head down and brings their mouths together. It's not the stiff, insufferably awkward kiss they had their first time. It's tentative and uncertain, but it isn't forced. It's...Warm.)

[defendure]

[ This is the first time they're kissing just to kiss. Definitely it isn't quite skilled, but...it doesn't really have to be. Izuku leans into it, straining up just a bit to meet Katsuki.

He. He might treat on Katsuki's food or stop dancing entirely... ]

[blondshell]

(No, it didn't have to be skilled. Neither of them were exactly experienced enough to compare and even if they were, Katsuki wouldn't bother with that anyway. Izuku was different. He didn't care if he was good or bad at kissing.

He leans down a bit more so Izuku didn't have to strain quite as much. He rests a hand against the back of Izuku's head. This was a good idea. It was better than if they had tumbled together because of some weird horny spell.

He breaks the kiss a second later, nose brushing against Izuku's, and he smiles a little. He leans down to sniff at Izuku's neck lightly. It's the canine in him, okay.)

You smell good.

[defendure]

[ Katsuki's sense of smell is way better than Izuku's these days. They're barely dancing any longer, but maybe they don't have to...after all, they're trying to do one specific thing here, even if Izuku isn't quite sure where to start.

He's blushing, though. Easy to make it happen, with him. ]

Y-you taste good...