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[ Izuku unhooks his legs, letting them fall to the sides. Reaches up to hook a hand over Katsuki's shoulder so he levers himself up. Essentially sitting up and ending up in Katsuki's lap, biting his lip a little bit as he looks up at the other hero from under his eyelashes.

Losing clothes. Right. Katsuki's already shirtless, and that hand trails down Katsuki's chest almost tentatively.

...Right. Katsuki asked for him to take off his shirt, and Izuku's hand drops to the hem of it, his other joining it as he pulls his shirt off from the bottom. Over his head, and just tossed aside somewhere on the floor. The shirt no longer matters. ]

(God damn it. When did the nerd get so ripped? Okay, no. He knew he was ripped. He has felt that body enough times and seen it in the bath plenty of times to know, objectively, Izuku was well-defined. He wasn't the lanky little twerp he used to be back in middle school. Neither of them were.

It was just entirely different seeing Izuku taking his shirt off in this lighting, in this situation. Fuck. He watches Izuku sit up with this whipped look on his face, like if Izuku asked him to jump, he would simply ask how high.

He couldn't look away. He thought he would spend this entire time staring away or closing his eyes, but he's fixated. Izuku was fucking pretty. Not like a girl though. Not at all like a girl. He was just...

Beautiful.

Katsuki keeps this information to himself. He becomes a little breathless with that hand trailing down his chest. That hand that could crush him without trying. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Katsuki gathers Izuku into his arms then, pulling him the rest of the way onto his lap and he kisses him again. It's so much better with both of them topless. His hands roam Izuku's back shamelessly, feeling the defined shoulders and the narrow waist. Fuck. He really wanted this.)

[ It's almost embarrassing how fast Izuku gets fully hard. But he's sixteen and he's never done this with anyone and he knows they're going further, and it's Katsuki. His hands are always so damn warm, and they're running over Izuku's skin without crackling.

Kissing him is good. It keeps Izuku quiet...sort of. He pulls back, because he can't do this sort of thing without running his mouth, apparently. ]

I-I've been thinking, and um, I think I should probably ride you - ?

(Katsuki is just as hard. They were both young, they had a complex relationship, and this was their first time. It wasn't something he felt embarrassed about for either of their sake.

He misses the kissing the moment Izuku pulls away, but he stops and listens, planning to be an attentive as hell partner. Katsuki really would not do anything half-assed in his life including taking Izuku's ass.

Oh. Fuck.

That makes something combust inside of him and oh -no. On his palms too. Harmless little pops go off, the scent of gunpowder cutting through the softer smells from the candles. He's bright red now and this time, he is embarrassed. The last time he accidentally set off his explosions had been with Izuku when they were like...six.)

Shit. Sorry. (Goddamn it. Seriously? He should have immaculate control over himself. But then Izuku goes and says one thing about riding Katsuki? He smoothes his hands over Izuku's back to make sure he didn't actually cause any damage (he didn't) and then winds up settling them on the dip of Izuku's lower back.)

Are you sure? Why do you think that would be better? (He's not even being difficult. He's just...genuinely asking.)

[ Kind of got a gasp out of him, eyes going unfocused and hazy, for the explosions. He...he maybe liked that. Shit.

...moving on...

Izuku drops his forehead onto Katsuki's shoulder. Like looking at him is just too hard right now. ]

T-that way I can control the speed and force for how I t-take you in...at least to start...?

(They were about to find out soooo many fun things about themselves, weren't they.

He holds Izuku carefully when his head goes down.

how I take you in...

The words cycle around in Katsuki's head until he wants to faint. Fuck.)

You keep sayin' all these sexy things, Deku. Jesus.

(Show him some mercy?! He takes a deep breath.)

I think the point of me fucking you is that I control the speed and the force. I won't hurt you if that's what you're nervous about.

T-that's why I said "at least to start"...and I don't think that's sexy, I'm just - it just makes sense, I just. Um. Might need some time to like...adjust...

[ They're both dying here, it's fine. ]

Izuku. (Praise god give him the sTRENGTH to not come in two seconds flat.)

You're talking about riding me. It's...

(Really sexy?! He can't say it though. Not again. He's only so strong. He drops his head down against Izuku's chest and groans quietly.)

If that's what you really want...

[ Could always get off once before they do the fucking thing, but, you know. Is either of them thinking about that right now? ]

Y-you can take over once you're all the way in!

[ They're both doing their best. ]

(Oh they absolutely could and likely would...)

By then I'll probably be too lost by the fact that you'll be on me. Do you seriously not realize how sexy the idea of you riding me is? We can do it...I just...Izuku...

U-um. Are you saying you won't be able to hold it together if we do that?

[ ...that is what he's saying, right... ]

No! I can do it. Just.

(Not for long? Damn, he doesn't know.)

We'll do it that way. (If he comes embarrassingly quick then that was just going to be something he has to die with.)

So...should...I start to- can I...

(Oh, great. He's going to die. He picks his head up and looks up at Izuku.)

Do you want me to...finger you?

Uh.

[ The force of that statement takes Izuku out into an alley and punches his teeth in. Holy shit. ]

M-maybe we should - take the edge off?

(Katsuki stares up at Izuku stupidly.)

What do you mean?

B-before we - do that maybe we should - do something else - ?

[ He's having so much trouble here avoiding danger words. Izuku licks his lips. ]

Just...a taste.

...A...taste...?

(His brain is breaking. Oh. God.)

Erm. Do you mean you want some blood? (Or like. Something else.)

[ Izuku shakes his head furiously because no, he still doesn't want to risk his venom coloring this.

But he's.

Too embarrassed to say... ]

(Oh...

So...

Hm.

He looks down at Izuku's chest and just decides to go with what felt natural. He leans forward and slips his mouth over Izuku's nipple, sucking on it until he could feel it harden against his tongue. If Izuku wanted a taste, then, yeah. They could do that. His hands slide over Izuku's ass, squeezing tightly.)

K-Kacchan?!

[ That wasn't an answer - was it? Hard to say but the way Izuku absolutely jolted when Katsuki sucked on his nipple was hard to miss. ]

(Heh.

He smirks against Izuku and proceeds to drop Izuku onto his back once again. He looks down at him, practically feral in the light, his eyes glinting.)

You said something about having a taste?

O-of...the other thing I wanna eat...

[ ..........he is not saying the word blowjob. ]

(It takes Katsuki a minute to realize what Izuku is getting at. Then he remembers Izuku saying that he wanted Katsuki's cum specifically. His face blooms red and whatever swagger he had is lost because holy fuck. He withdraws from Izuku and moves to sit back against his pillows.)

So. Uh. You want to suck me off? (A miracle that one of them could say it?)

D-don't just say it?!

[ ............Izuku. You are here to have sex together. That is literally the whole point of this. ]

(Katsuki just stares at Izuku, blinking slowly.)

...But that's what you want to do - right?

D-don't - I mean -

[ Hang on he is covering his face with his hands as he expires. Katsuki is gonna have to be a necrophiliac. ]

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