[ Izuku forces himself to let go. His fangs slide out as he rests his forehead against Katsuki's shoulder, panting, his knee easing up.
He senses a guarded mind and nerves. There's the desire, too, but the other two things matter to him. The idea of forcing Katsuki into something he's wary about is anathema to him, so Izuku tries to steady himself against his boyfriend, realizing he's pushed a bit far without thinking about it, drawn in by the scent and warmth of the blond.
It's not something Izuku can get under control immediately, swearing very softly as he shudders. That wasn't enough feeding, but concern and love for Katsuki matters more than hunger. He can wait, he just needs a minute...
Or more than that, but he doesn't move away, just stops grinding against Katsuki as he hides his face and tries to get his fangs to retract. It's not really something he's had to do before so it's not quite working out for him. ]
Kacchan...sorry. Wasn't thinking...you just smell like...
(It always felt a little strange when Izuku let go. His hands automatically slide up Izuku's back and despite everything, his concern for Izuku spikes up. Denying one's self of what they need...He tips his head and rests a hand against the back of Izuku's.
Izuku's concern and love could be felt, and it's strange and surreal but softens something inside of Katsuki and he realizes that they would be okay. He was having nerves and anxiety over a complicated relationship, sure, but at the end of the day, he knew Izuku loved him the way Katsuki loved him. He knew they would match each other once things settled.
He kisses the side of Izuku's head and just...holds him.)
It's okay. You don't need to stop. They don't mind...(He looks over at their older selves, eyes sharp.)
Yeah, he is. (A simple answer. He's used enough to it that he doesn't really think too much about it. It's something Izuku needed to live.)
It's something to do with him being a myth.
(An incubus style myth, but like, you know. He's somehow not surprised that future Izuku is asking. Future Katsuki looks a bit like he's in a trance and Katsuki can't even blame the guy.)
But uh...(He clears his throat. Then...just pulls Izuku more completely into his lap. He encourages him by pushing his head against his neck.)
Whenever he feeds, there is a component that makes me...(God it's embarrassing to say to himself! But Izuku's life sustenance is more important than being prudent.)
Aroused. So, you assholes can leave if that makes you uncomfortable. (A beat...) Or stay. I don't give a shit, but Izuku has to feed.
(He turns his head a bit, kissing the top of Izuku's head.)
[ The affectionately shortened version of his name is absurdly cute. Izuku is fine with Deku these days, but he kind of likes how Katsuki keeps slipping that "Zuku" in without making a big deal out of it.
And honestly future Izuku is probably very interested in how his younger self feeds on blood and sexual energy...
"Does he also feed on the energy? If so, us staying might not be a bad idea..."
(It just came naturally to him. One of those small tokens of easy affection.)
I'm not sure how it works. (...) We've never...had him feed on me in front of anyone before.
(But it would make sense that a feeding in front of others may give Izuku more energy. Especially if...
A soft groan leaves him when Izuku sinks his teeth back in and a flush rises to his face. Future Katsuki had slipped his own arm around the waist of his husband, tugging him a little closer. Just...because. It was hot seeing Izuku feeding on himself, okay!)
(And if future Katsuki wants to slide his hand up against his husband's side, fingers trailing under his shirt...That's just to relax. That's what they would be doing anyway.
Present Katsuki meanwhile is grumbling and then he tugs off his shirt and throws it aside. Now that they were going, he's already more than half hard.)
You're only saying that because you're a biased pervert.
(Said with teasing affection. He liked that Izuku was so into his chest. He could relate. He could die happy between Izuku's thighs or on his ass. He just had an objectively perfect body - but waist down was exceptional.)
("The hell do you mean by that?" Except Katsuki gets what he means because a beat later: "You can always take it off if you want it off so bad."
Katsuki blushes hotly when his nipple is tweaked.)
In your dreams-
(No, he was absolutely as bad. He seizes Izuku and flips them over on the couch, laying Izuku beneath him. He brings their mouths together, a rush of want pouring out of him and right through their link into Izuku.)
[ Is that permission for the adult Izuku to rip a shirt in half? If not, oh well. He's assuming it is. Goodbye shirt, Katsuki can be shirtless until further notice. Both of them.
Izuku doesn't bother to pull away to respond. His fangs do catch on Katsuki's lip, though. ]
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He senses a guarded mind and nerves. There's the desire, too, but the other two things matter to him. The idea of forcing Katsuki into something he's wary about is anathema to him, so Izuku tries to steady himself against his boyfriend, realizing he's pushed a bit far without thinking about it, drawn in by the scent and warmth of the blond.
It's not something Izuku can get under control immediately, swearing very softly as he shudders. That wasn't enough feeding, but concern and love for Katsuki matters more than hunger. He can wait, he just needs a minute...
Or more than that, but he doesn't move away, just stops grinding against Katsuki as he hides his face and tries to get his fangs to retract. It's not really something he's had to do before so it's not quite working out for him. ]
Kacchan...sorry. Wasn't thinking...you just smell like...
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(It always felt a little strange when Izuku let go. His hands automatically slide up Izuku's back and despite everything, his concern for Izuku spikes up. Denying one's self of what they need...He tips his head and rests a hand against the back of Izuku's.
Izuku's concern and love could be felt, and it's strange and surreal but softens something inside of Katsuki and he realizes that they would be okay. He was having nerves and anxiety over a complicated relationship, sure, but at the end of the day, he knew Izuku loved him the way Katsuki loved him. He knew they would match each other once things settled.
He kisses the side of Izuku's head and just...holds him.)
It's okay. You don't need to stop. They don't mind...(He looks over at their older selves, eyes sharp.)
Right?
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Future Izuku doesn't mind, he just has questions and looks like he wants to take notes.
Izuku licks over the puncture wounds. ]
If I don't stop, I'll need even more...haven't had a full meal in a few days.
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It's something to do with him being a myth.
(An incubus style myth, but like, you know. He's somehow not surprised that future Izuku is asking. Future Katsuki looks a bit like he's in a trance and Katsuki can't even blame the guy.)
But uh...(He clears his throat. Then...just pulls Izuku more completely into his lap. He encourages him by pushing his head against his neck.)
Whenever he feeds, there is a component that makes me...(God it's embarrassing to say to himself! But Izuku's life sustenance is more important than being prudent.)
Aroused. So, you assholes can leave if that makes you uncomfortable. (A beat...) Or stay. I don't give a shit, but Izuku has to feed.
(He turns his head a bit, kissing the top of Izuku's head.)
Go ahead, 'zuku. Eat up.
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And honestly future Izuku is probably very interested in how his younger self feeds on blood and sexual energy...
"Does he also feed on the energy? If so, us staying might not be a bad idea..."
Izuku's teeth sink in again. ]
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I'm not sure how it works. (...) We've never...had him feed on me in front of anyone before.
(But it would make sense that a feeding in front of others may give Izuku more energy. Especially if...
A soft groan leaves him when Izuku sinks his teeth back in and a flush rises to his face. Future Katsuki had slipped his own arm around the waist of his husband, tugging him a little closer. Just...because. It was hot seeing Izuku feeding on himself, okay!)
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Izuku presses his knee in again, one hand trailing down Katsuki's chest. Ugh, shirt. ]
This is in the way...
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Present Katsuki meanwhile is grumbling and then he tugs off his shirt and throws it aside. Now that they were going, he's already more than half hard.)
That better?
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I don't think you need to own shirts. [ Okay this isn't quite true but Izuku laps at the puncture mark again, just a bit petulant. ]
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(Said with teasing affection. He liked that Izuku was so into his chest. He could relate. He could die happy between Izuku's thighs or on his ass. He just had an objectively perfect body - but waist down was exceptional.)
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Present Izuku tweaks one of Katsuki's nipples. ]
I think you're as bad as I am!
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Katsuki blushes hotly when his nipple is tweaked.)
In your dreams-
(No, he was absolutely as bad. He seizes Izuku and flips them over on the couch, laying Izuku beneath him. He brings their mouths together, a rush of want pouring out of him and right through their link into Izuku.)
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Izuku doesn't bother to pull away to respond. His fangs do catch on Katsuki's lip, though. ]