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[blondshell]

(God. Izuku was too fucking cute. He grabs Izuku's face between his palms and brings their mouths together.)

Sh, Deku. I ain't leaving you anytime soon. You still can figure out how to flirt with me. (Even though Katsuki didn't really need it...It was cute to know that it was something Izuku stressed over.)

I was too. When I was...(Dying. But he can't say that. Not right now and not to Izuku.)

I just thought of everything I was losing. Then it was over. And I don't want to have that regret again.

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S-so...no regrets. Everything I want from you...everything you want from me.

[ Maybe not all at once. But...a promise. Izuku covers Katsuki's hands with his own, and at least they're not shaking as much now. ]

[blondshell]

No regrets. (No, maybe not all at once, but they didn't need to do it all at once. He wanted to explore their relationship and Izuku organically.)

I want to take you on a date. (For starters.)

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Okay! [ Obviously. Of course it's a yes. Although he still wants to see if he can patch Katsuki up at all. Or just...check him everywhere. ]

Where? Um, when?

[blondshell]

(They can go on their date once Katsuki didn't feel like he was steamrolled by a train. He was still tired himself, and he wanted them to both enjoy the date.)

Maybe later this week...? And I want to surprise you. It will probably be a combination between something out in town and then back here.

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U-um, okay. But if you plan this one, I get to plan the next one.

[ Just. He's just assuming there'll be one. Izuku runs his tongue over his teeth, drinking in the sight of Katsuki once more. ]

[blondshell]

That's fair enough.

(His eyes catch that motion and it occurs to Katsuki that he may have been gone longer than he's ever allowed Izuku to go without feeding. He lays slowly down against the pillows and holds his arms out.)

C'mere. Why don't you feed a little bit? I can handle it.

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Kacchan...you look beat up. I can't...I don't want to hurt you.

[ He could stand to feed, but Izuku is still worried about those injuries. How well scarred over are they...? ]

[blondshell]

It's okay, Deku. I wouldn't offer if I didn't think I could handle it.

(Definitely still pretty fresh. They were still red and shiny, but there was no risk of opening anything up at least.)

I can rest after.

[defendure]

[ Izuku ends up settling on the side without horrible wounds that are healing. ]

Promise you'll stop me if it's too much?

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I promise. (It's not like he was a habitual liar, at least. He lays down next to Izuku and stretches a bit. He rolls his head over and exposes his neck to Izuku.)

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[ It starts with a kiss. Slow gentle...his tongue playing on Katsuki's neck. Until, finally, his teeth sink in.

At least the usual euphoria might help with the pain from his injuries? ]

[blondshell]

(Fuck.

He makes a soft huffing noise and closes his eyes. Even with all his fatigue, he missed this. Even if he didn't know it. When Izuku's teeth sink in, Katsuki makes a soft groan. The euphoria definitely helps. It washes out that deep ache and distracts him almost immediately.)

...That's good, Deku...

[defendure]

[ Izuku's gentle. Not taking much blood compared to some of the times they've done this, but enough to take the edge off the fact he hasn't fed in days.

His hand finds Katsuki's, threading their fingers together. ]

[blondshell]

(It doesn't take long for Katsuki to feel the effects of the bite. His body warms up and he feels that familiar press of desire between his thighs.)

Fuck. (He wasn't sure if he had the energy to fuck Izuku properly. Maybe if Izuku rode him...Or maybe if Izuku fucked him...Katsuki huffs lowly, stirring against the bed.)

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[ Yeah, Katsuki doesn't seem like he's in any position to move around much. Izuku hasn't pressed on to sex just yet though. He does pull away, lips red as his tongue swipes over them. ]

...Kacchan.

[blondshell]

(Katsuki exhales a shaky sigh when Izuku unlatches from his neck. He looks up at him. Lord.)

I can't believe we ever pretended like this shit was platonic. (It's kind of amusing in hindsight, okay. There's nothing platonic about this shit.)

[defendure]

...W-well, I mean...can sex be platonic?

[ Izuku doesn't think he's capable of that, anyway. There's a reason he's not looking. at anyone else. ]

[blondshell]

Tch. It can be platonic. (Katsuki doesn't disagree with that...But like...)

I wasn't sleeping with you just to help you out or be a good friend.

[defendure]

For the two of us? We don't do much casually...I, um. I mean...I didn't think you were being a good friend. Not that you're not a good friend! But...I more just, I mean, I just assumed you uh, wanted to.

[ Katsuki never does anything he doesn't want to do, after all. And he always tells Izuku he desires him. ]

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No, we don't. (They were either all or nothing.)

Yeah, I get what you mean. (And Izuku was right, so.)

I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. Although now I don't know what I thought the wrong idea would have been.

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Um, well. I guess...I could have assumed you just wanted sex...? But that didn't quite make sense with everything you said, so...

[ Izuku was just trying very hard not to fuck it up too much. ]

I, um, actually...while that part is great, I just...like being with you. In general.

[blondshell]

Yeah, I get that. I ain't like that, but I get it. (Plenty of guys did just want something so they could get their cocks wet. Sometimes it didn't matter to them how that happened.

And he understood that part too. He hadn't wanted to fuck anything up either and he had known sex could complicate even the healthiest of relationships.)

...I like being with you too. (He turns to curl in towards Izuku.) I like being intimate with you.

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I'm not either. I-I mean, I do...need it now...but, um, I'd rather starve than feed off someone else. Even blood, it's just...the idea is...

[ It wouldn't be Katsuki.

Izuku nuzzles into his neck, sighing. ]

So...I need you.

[blondshell]

(Katsuki feels his chest tremble and for a second, he worries that it's his injury, but then he realizes it's just sheer affection. They had cuddled so many times by now, made love, made out, but this was different. Being able to hold Izuku after everything that had happened and knowing they were on the same exact page with one another...

He presses his face against the top of Izuku's hair and squeezes him tightly.)

I need you too. I always have.