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[blondshell]

(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.

[defendure]

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. ]

[blondshell]

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...

[defendure]

[ 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. ]

[blondshell]

(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...

[defendure]

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... ]

[blondshell]

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?

[defendure]

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?

[blondshell]

(Katsuki stares up at Izuku stupidly.)

What do you mean?

[defendure]

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.

[blondshell]

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

(His brain is breaking. Oh. God.)

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

[defendure]

[ 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... ]

[blondshell]

(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.)

[defendure]

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. ]

[blondshell]

(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?

[defendure]

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

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

[blondshell]

(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?)

[defendure]

D-don't just say it?!

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

[blondshell]

(Katsuki just stares at Izuku, blinking slowly.)

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

[defendure]

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. ]

[blondshell]

...Oi. Nerd.

(He shifts forward onto his knees and lightly grabs Izuku's wrists, tugging his hands away from his face. He peers at his face.)

It's fine. It's just me. I want this too. You don't have to freak out.

[defendure]

[ Katsuki uncovers a bright red face. Makes those freckles pop somehow. Wide green eyes. The hint of those fangs, which seem to get more pronounced whenever he's...excited. Or hungry. Other times they're barely there...

Still looks like Izuku. His nerdy, anxious childhood friend, who looks so fucking overwhelmed with his own desire he can't function. Like he's constantly two seconds away from panicking the hell out of bed. Telling him not to freak out has never really been super effective for some reason... ]

K-Kacchan. [ Breathed out. Shit. ] I, um. I don't know if it'll be good.

[blondshell]

(...What the hell. He really does look like his childhood playmate. Sweeter, better though. In a light that Katsuki would have never thought he of all people would get to see.

Hm. He leans forward and kisses Izuku's forehead. Then both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before he kisses him on his mouth.)

Then I'll tell you what to do and you'll get better. I've never been blown so it's not like I have anything to compare to.

(He kisses him again and holds his face between his palms, staring at him coolly.)

You of all people should know that being bad at something at first doesn't mean shit. Besides, I doubt you'll be bad. (He pulls lightly at Izuku's cheeks.) You're good with running your stupid mouth so I'm sure it'll come to you naturally.

[defendure]

[ The kissing is nice. He likes the kissing. Goes quiet when it happens - has Katsuki finally discovered a cure for his mumbling? - although he pouts when Katsuki starts tugging at his cheeks. Grips Katsuki's wrists. ]

O-okay... [ This is all a little scary. It would be scarier, he thinks, without Katsuki being on the other end, though. ]

You can. You can do...the fingers...while I...?

[blondshell]

...Do...the fingers?

(It will soon be his turn to break his brain open.)