(The sound of his name coming out of Izuku was - something else. He dips his tongue inside of Izuku's body. It's not the greatest taste to get his own cum out of Izuku, but it's less about the taste and more about the idea. The willingness to do something decidedly dirty for Izuku.)
(Sorrrrry, Izuku, but he has his mouth full right now. He sinks his tongue inside of Izuku and it's a longer, wider tongue than a traditionally human tongue which might give a nicer, more filling feeling.
As if Katsuki would complain about a second round. They both had the stamina for it.
Hearing his actual name rather than his nickname has him palming between his own legs and slurping wetly at Izuku before he finally pulls back, smirking mildly.)
[ Izuku says, like he isn't fully enjoying it...Katsuki can most likely read how much Izuku is into this in his breathy tone. In the way his curls are plastered to his forehead with sweat. In everything. ]
[ He asked it once and he totally will again but he shoots a betrayed look over his shoulder through it's like. Stopped as his head drops again as Katsuki presses the head of his cock in at least... ]
(Wow that's actually...significantly hotter than the pleading. He smirks behind Izuku and moves upright behind him. He grips him by his hips and slams inside of Izuku. He doesn't ease into things this time: just begins to plow in. He eventually reaches a hand out to grab a fistful of Izuku's hair, yanking his head back just a bit as he fucks him.)
(It felt good being inside of Izuku again and it was easy enough to blame this on Izuku being an incubus, but truthfully, he just - wanted to do it because it felt good. Because seeing Izuku beneath him like this was so enticing, watching his cock slip in and out of him - yeah. He was happy to get used to this.)
[ Lucky for Katsuki, they pretty much decided to do this regularly! So getting used to it is absolutely a thing he can do, and Izuku is shoving back onto him and refusing to say still, squirming and trying to get more in every time Katsuki pulls out... ]
(Eventually Katsuki does push Izuku's head down against the bed so that he could get in even deeper. Truthfully it was more instinct than anything else. His other hand stays tight on Izuku's hip, hard enough that Izuku would likely have some bruises later.)
(He just goes as hard as he can, as fast as he can. And given the nature of their life, it's enough to get the bed snapping against the wall. Izuku would no doubt feel it for a few days to come. He lets go of Izuku's head so that he could hold both of his hips properly.
That's about when he sets off a few small explosions against Izuku. Harmless ones, mostly ripples of pinpointed heat popping off over his skin. It brings a smoky, sharp gunpowder odor into the room, all too familiar to both of them by now.)
[ Their walls behind their beds are going to be dented in. And they might break a few bedframes. And other furniture. It's fine, though! Those things can just be sacrificed on the altar of sex. And probably will be. The explosions, though. Shit.
Holy shit.
Izuku kind of absolutely loses it with a loud moan. He didn't come, he just sort of - lost any sense of decency that he still had left, which wasn't a whole damn lot, Blackwhip arcing out of the tips of his fingers curled in the pillow and racing behind him, dragging Katsuki in closer closer closer. ]
(It couldn't be helped. Between their quirks there was no hope. Maybe one day they would think to install in some metal bedframes instead.
The combination of Izuku's loud moan and the appearance of Blackwhip has Katsuki feeling just as close to the edge. People used quirks during sex - of course they did. There was no way they wouldn't, but Katsuki had never contemplated what that might look like in his own life and then here he was.
Being dragged in closer and he can't decide what the best part is. Being pulled closer or the fact that Izuku was just as into this as he was. So naturally, he slides a finger up along the length of Izuku's back, trailing tiny explosions in his wake, flicking his finger up to shoot a few softer ones off at the back of Izuku's neck. Quiet, muffled ones that would give more feeling than anything else.)
[ And then they break the metal bedframes and feel shame (no) (well, maybe) -
The sound and scent of soft explosions is surrounding him and Izuku already feels like he's hurdling over the edge, lost to it, gasping - he's not there but he doesn't feel like he's on earth any longer, if that makes sense... ]
That. That request...That's twice as hot. He doesn't know if Izuku means a hickey or if he means a mark, but Katsuki lets himself follow his new canine instinct.
Which means he wants to mark Izuku permanently in some way. It's only fair. He had his own new bite marks on his own neck. He bites into the meat of Izuku's shoulder. It's a full-on bite, fangs breaking through the skin. They both had plenty of scars. What's one more? Especially for such a good reason.)
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[ Like having him like this. His voice sounds utterly broken right now. ]
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Yeah, he liked it.)
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ANYWAY. Izuku squirms, gasping. Fuck fuck fuck...if they're not careful he'll be ready to go again? ]
K-Katsuki -
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As if Katsuki would complain about a second round. They both had the stamina for it.
Hearing his actual name rather than his nickname has him palming between his own legs and slurping wetly at Izuku before he finally pulls back, smirking mildly.)
What're you goin' on about?
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[ Izuku says, like he isn't fully enjoying it...Katsuki can most likely read how much Izuku is into this in his breathy tone. In the way his curls are plastered to his forehead with sweat. In everything. ]
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(You're gonna have to ask.)
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[ Because he does. Right now he wants so much more it hurts... ]
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(Annnnnd Katsuki is pressing his hard cock up between his thighs.)
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[ Please stop embarrassing him, Kacchan! (Never stop. He likes it.) ]
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That's something he's only ever thought about in his wet dreams.He's a bit breathless by Izuku's begging.)
Ask again.
(Just because. He wants to hear it. He presses the head of his cock inside of Izuku, but doesn't sink in again. Not yet.)
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[ He asked it once and he totally will again but he shoots a betrayed look over his shoulder through it's like. Stopped as his head drops again as Katsuki presses the head of his cock in at least... ]
K-Kacchan -
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(Dipshit isn't a sexy thing to say, Katsuki. Pls. But at least he's being honest.)
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[ He did not say please this time. It is no longer a request. ]
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There's a pleased yelp when his hair is grabbed, so that's not even a bad thing? ]
K - Kacchan - like that, yeah -
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H-harder, Kacchan.
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That's about when he sets off a few small explosions against Izuku. Harmless ones, mostly ripples of pinpointed heat popping off over his skin. It brings a smoky, sharp gunpowder odor into the room, all too familiar to both of them by now.)
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Holy shit.
Izuku kind of absolutely loses it with a loud moan. He didn't come, he just sort of - lost any sense of decency that he still had left, which wasn't a whole damn lot, Blackwhip arcing out of the tips of his fingers curled in the pillow and racing behind him, dragging Katsuki in closer closer closer. ]
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The combination of Izuku's loud moan and the appearance of Blackwhip has Katsuki feeling just as close to the edge. People used quirks during sex - of course they did. There was no way they wouldn't, but Katsuki had never contemplated what that might look like in his own life and then here he was.
Being dragged in closer and he can't decide what the best part is. Being pulled closer or the fact that Izuku was just as into this as he was. So naturally, he slides a finger up along the length of Izuku's back, trailing tiny explosions in his wake, flicking his finger up to shoot a few softer ones off at the back of Izuku's neck. Quiet, muffled ones that would give more feeling than anything else.)
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The sound and scent of soft explosions is surrounding him and Izuku already feels like he's hurdling over the edge, lost to it, gasping - he's not there but he doesn't feel like he's on earth any longer, if that makes sense... ]
Leave a mark -
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That. That request...That's twice as hot. He doesn't know if Izuku means a hickey or if he means a mark, but Katsuki lets himself follow his new canine instinct.
Which means he wants to mark Izuku permanently in some way. It's only fair. He had his own new bite marks on his own neck. He bites into the meat of Izuku's shoulder. It's a full-on bite, fangs breaking through the skin. They both had plenty of scars. What's one more? Especially for such a good reason.)
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