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Bakugou Katsuki is living the life. He’s dating the love of his life, the guy he has crushed on for years through computer screens, and now is allowed to hug and kiss; and his career is finally going the direction he wants. Everything has been going great — until his boyfriend asks one small, unassuming question.
“Kacchan… I know you’ve been busy, but… What do you think of coming to Korea with me?”
Izuku, as everyone expected, is on the finals of the World Championship Series for Starcraft II that will be held in Korea next month. That’s honestly not a surprise whatsoever. Deku is the best player in the world and has held the title of World Champion for an obnoxiously long time. And Katsuki has been going to all his games since they started dating, like the loving and supportive boyfriend he aims to be.
So the question shouldn’t have left Katsuki as speechless as it did. Still, it wasn’t the question that really knocked the air out of Katsuki’s lungs, but its complement.
“I’ve talked with Ochako to book me a room for two, so you won’t need to worry about hotel fees or anything like that. I’m sure Shouto won’t mind paying for your plane ticket as well since I can only give good sponsor interviews when you’re with me,” Deku said with a gentle, innocent smile on his face.
Meanwhile, the thoughts running through Katsuki’s head were anything but innocent. He and Deku would be sleeping in the same room. Just the two of them. For a few nights probably, since the finals last two days and they’d probably stay in Korea for a full week to go over interviews, media appearances, and such.
One whole week sleeping in the same room with Izuku — seeing how cute he’s when he wakes up, smelling his clean scent when he comes out the shower, hearing his breathing during the night. Katsuki didn’t think his heart could handle so much; his dick certainly couldn’t.
Don’t get Katsuki wrong — there’s nothing he wants more than to be by Deku’s side in Korea. He knows his boyfriend still struggles with big crowds, and the WCS is what he works for during the whole year; so there’s no doubt Deku will be stressed out and in need of someone to help him through it. Katsuki loves Deku more than anything, and he relishes in the fact that Izuku comes to him for support.
But he’s also just a twenty-years-old virgin who has been obsessed with Deku for years. And now that they’ve been dating, they haven’t had a lot of opportunities to develop the more physical side of their relationship. Since Izuku lives in his team’s gaming house with over a dozen other people (including a manager who treats him like her son) and Katsuki lives in a house with his five best friends, it’s very rare for them to get some time alone and with privacy. There’s always the impending threat of someone barging in wherever they are.
They already had a couple of close calls. Once, Kaminari found them when Izuku was on Katsuki’s lap while they were making out; all clothes were properly in place, but that hadn’t stopped Dunce Face from running away, screaming he just saw ‘KEM’s joystick’. Another time, Round Face caught them when Katsuki’s hand was on Izuku’s ass — again over clothes, but more than enough for her to threaten to call the security on him for ‘groping her poor, innocent Deku’. Round Face chased Katsuki through the house, branding a mock-up WoW sword — still, it was totally worth it since Katsuki will never forget the feeling of Izuku’s supple ass on his hand.
It’s evident that Katsuki is little more than pent up. He can’t wear sweatpants anymore because he’s always one Deku-thought away from a raging boner. It doesn’t even have to be a lewd thought; he already got a half chub just from hearing Deku giggle in another room. There’s no doubt that, if he goes to Korea with Deku, he’ll spend a whole week hard without being able to get off.
And yeah, he won’t be able to get off. He’ll be lucky if he can jerk it for five minutes locked in the bathroom because Deku will be a pile of nerves. Between the weigh of the finals, the huge public demanding his attention, the interviews, and whatnot, Deku will most likely be a mess of anxiety. That will obviously put a damper in Izuku’s mood for anything sexy, and Katsuki will never be the asshole who forces Deku to do anything.
Still, Deku asked him to come, and Katsuki would rather die than to let him down.
So, he may actually die of blue balls.
“Of course, nerd. If you want me, I’ll be there,” Katsuki answers against all reasoning. But Deku smiles brightly for him and he thinks that is totally worth the week-long torture he’ll endure.
***
Izuku is a big pile of nerves. In the last few weeks, he’s pretty sure his heart suffered more from stress than in his previous twenty years combined. Way too often, he catches his leg bouncing, hands fidgeting with things, and his mind far away. Everyone around him has been especially nice and understanding, doing everything they can to make him comfortable since the WCS finals are approaching and Izuku has a schedule packed with interviews until them.
However, this only makes Izuku feel more nervous and awkward because, the truth is, it’s not the impending competition and media appearances that have been keeping him up all night. No, Izuku has been a big ball of jitters because, finally, he’s going to have some special alone time with Kacchan.
They’ve been dating for almost eight months now and haven’t been able to do what most couples their age do — have sex. And Izuku wants it so damn much. But it’s hard since they both have too many housemates who don’t respect closed doors. Also, Kacchan is too much of a gentleman.
From the edgy clothes he uses and the amount of profanities he says, KingExplosionMurder has the fame of being a bad boy. Izuku found out that, before they announced their relationship, a good portion of the gaming community thought KEM was a player and had several women on the side. And though Kacchan received more than his fair share of thirsty tweets and girls sliding into his DMs, anyone who knows him knows he’d never pay attention to it.
Kacchan is as straight-edged as they come. He goes to sleep at 9 pm, he exercises to maintain his health and not to pick up people, and he never forgoes his vegetables on his meals. Kacchan also doesn’t care about flings or any passing relationship, he devotes his whole self to dating Izuku and is overall what Nejire would call ‘husband material’.
When they are alone, Kacchan always makes Izuku feel comfortable and happy. He’s extraordinarily doting and spoils Izuku to no end — and he never lets his hands slip under any piece of clothing.
This is driving Izuku insane.
He gets so horny, and Kacchan never does anything about it. And, what’s even worse, he knows Kacchan wants it! Izuku can always feel how Kacchan gets as hard as him, and his boyfriend looks pained every time he pulls back to put distance between them.
Izuku knows it’s probably his fault. Since he’s so awkward and shy, Kacchan has been trying to respect him and wait for Izuku to make the first moves. But it’s so hard! Every time Izuku feels Kacchan’s perfect chest or the rub of Kacchan’s erection against his thigh, his brain totally shuts down. It becomes a blissful white static that allows him to only focus on the feelings Kacchan’s body brings him. It’s quite refreshing to be able to not think for a while since Izuku’s overactive mind usually drives him crazy.
However, Izuku knows he’ll never get what he wants if he waits for his boyfriend to make the first move. That’s why he has this whole plan etched out for the days they’ll be in Korea. He pestered Uraraka to schedule their flight one day before everyone else is going to, so this will give him one precious afternoon and one promising night to be alone with Kacchan there.
Then he’ll take the chance to show Kacchan to his favorite spots in town, as he’s been there before and Kacchan hasn’t. They’ll have a nice dinner together and turn in for an early night — so they can take full enjoyment of their private room. Izuku has been obsessing about this since Kacchan agreed to come to the finals with him, and he won’t allow anything to go wrong.
Just the very idea of things not going how Izuku wants them to go makes his leg start bouncing again.
“Hey, nerd,” Kacchan whispers in his ear, startling Izuku out of his thoughts. “You should have told me planes freak you out.”
“They don’t,” Izuku answers truthfully. It’s not the plane that is spiking up his nerves, nor is the crowds in the airport, or the closing date for the WCS finals. It’s the fact that in 24 hours, he might be having sex with the very boy that is now looking at him with so much concern. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Kacchan clicks his tongue and grabs Izuku’s hand. “I always worry about you, dweeb. Let’s go, they’re calling our rows.”
Izuku nods and tries to focus on the reassuring warmth coming from their linked hands. Everything is bound to go right because Kacchan is going to be by his side. Izuku knows that Kacchan will do his best to deliver anything he asks, so all he has to do is take the first step and be honest about what he wants. He honestly doesn’t need to worry about a thing when Kacchan is with him.
They settle on the plane and, during take-off, Kacchan doesn’t let go of his hand, no matter how many times Izuku tells him he really isn’t afraid of flying. His boyfriend only mutters grumpily, “Can’t I hold my damn boyfriend’s hand now?”, and tights his grip on Izuku. It’s adorable, and Izuku takes full advantage of that.
He ends up cuddling on Katsuki the whole flight, resting his head on Kacchan’s strong shoulder — and Kacchan doesn’t tell him off even once. It’s the most comfortable and delightful flight of Izuku’s whole life and, when they land, he’s feeling rested and relaxed.
That feeling doesn’t last long after they claim their bags, though.
The moment they pass through the gates that separate the baggage area from the rest of the airport, Izuku sees a small group of people holding a big sign that says ‘WELCOME DEKU & KINGEXPLOSIONMURDER’, who waive eagerly at them.
“Ahn- Who-who are them?” Izuku asks himself in disbelief. He made so many damn plans that would ensure he and Kacchan were alone for the whole day! Why is there an entourage waiting for them?
“They’re the welcoming team from one of my sponsors,” Kacchan offers by his side. “Since you said Round Faced had to book our tickets one day earlier than everyone else’s, I talked to them to help us find our way through the city.”
“Wha-what- Why? I’ve been to Seoul before! I can find my way!” Izuku protests.
But Katsuki just smiles kindly at him, “I told you that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything on this trip. And I know you’ve been stressed, nerd. So I made sure we’d have people helping us out, so you wouldn’t have to think with that too.” Kacchan gently kisses his temple and whispers, “I’ve got you. All you need to focus on is the finals, I’ll take care of the rest.”
At that moment, Izuku feels his love for his boyfriend reaches new heights — at the same time, the desire to kill him also reaches new heights.
The team in charge of taking care of them is very friendly and welcoming, but don’t leave them alone for even one second the whole day. They want to take advantage of having the famous couple all to themselves, so they take Izuku and Katsuki to know their flagship stores, take pictures with their developers, hang out in their developers and other sponsored players.
It was all fun and the kind of thing Izuku loves doing — except that’s not what he had in mind for today. Today he wanted to be a special day only for him and Katsuki. But Kacchan seemed to be enjoying everything — he hasn’t yelled or cussed at anyone too much. So Izuku swallowed it all with a fake smile on his face, clinging on to the thought that they still would have a special night together, just the two of them.
But then, they don’t. Izuku doesn’t manage to get them some peace and privacy for dinner. The sponsors end up taking them to a very fancy restaurant with a bunch of people. Izuku and Katsuki are only allowed to go back to their hotel room after it’s very late, and both are almost nodding off on the table.
Nonetheless, the moment they enter the elevator towards their room, Izuku nerves start acting up. Sure, the day wasn’t what he planned, but the night is still full of possibilities. He holds tight to the handle of his suitcase as butterflies bloom in his stomach. Quickly, Izuku’s mind rushes through his options of setting the mood and leading the way for the night he’s hoping they can have.
Izuku will need to rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower since he hasn’t been able to clean up the whole day. But that might be a good opportunity to work up the courage and leave the bathroom in just his sleeping pants. He knows he won’t be brave enough to go meet Kacchan completely naked, but if he starts kissing his boyfriend in bed only in his flimsy pajama pants, he’s sure his point will get across to Katsuki.
“You alright?” Katsuki asks, startling Izuku.
He must be looking weird, all tense and jumpy. But he needs to reassure Kacchan because if his boyfriend thinks Izuku isn’t entirely sure about this decision, Kacchan won’t go through with it. “I’m fine! Totally fine! Just eager to get to our room!” he answers.
“I’m fucking dead too. Those guys really paraded us around, hm? I can’t wait to sleep,” Kacchan grumbles.
“I- I’m not tired! Not at all!” Izuku tries arguing, but Kacchan just rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.
“That’s because you have this screwed up sleeping schedule. You need to start going to be before the sun comes out, Deku.” Before Izuku has a chance to protest that accusation (even though it’s mostly true), the elevator dings and they reach their floor. “Let’s go.”
The room is perfect, just like Izuku wanted. They’re at one of the top floors, so there’s a beautiful view of the city; the room is big and modern, decorated with light colors; there’s a little lounge area with a couch and a TV, and there’s a massive bed in the middle. Izuku can’t help but be amazed at how perfect it is, but he doesn’t have time to waste.
“I’ll take a quick shower. Alright, Kacchan?” he says, opening his luggage to grab his clean clothes. However, he doesn’t receive an answer, and when he looks up, Izuku sees Kacchan still frozen in place by the door, holding on to his suitcase. “Kacchan?”
It takes several seconds for Kacchan to snap out whatever daze he was. Izuku needs to call his name several times before that happens.
“What?”
“Are you alright?” Izuku asks, frowning.
“I- Just tired,” Katsuki grumbles, finally venturing inside the room.
“I said I’ll take a quick shower.”
“Sure, sure… I-... I think I’ll just get ready for bed,” he answers awkwardly, looking around the whole room with a suspicious expression on his face.
“Ok! I’ll be done in a minute!”
The bathroom is just as beautiful and luxurious as the bedroom, with a massive mirror and a bathtub big enough for two, but Izuku doesn’t have time to pay much attention to it. He rushes through his shower, trying to be as meticulous as he can. He doesn’t want to leave Kacchan waiting too long and risk running the mood.
After getting ready, before opening the door, Izuku takes a second to breathe and recompose himself. They’re going to do it. He’s getting back to the room, and he’ll show Kacchan how much he wants to take their relationship to the next level. It’s going to be great and perfect, and they’ll remember this special night for their whole lives. With these thoughts in mind, Izuku opens the door and steps back into the room.
Just to see Katsuki sleeping soundly on the couch.
Kacchan grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, one of the extra blankets, and is wrapped like a very comfortable burrito on the couch. From the looks of it, Kacchan must be already entering REM sleep, pretty close to snoring.
Izuku almost feels like crying. They really lost their perfect day together. But Kacchan looks so cute, all cozy and warm. Izuku can’t bear the thought of waking him up, so he sighs in frustration and resigns himself to sleeping alone in the huge bed.
Tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow, he’ll make sure to find some time just for them.
***
They didn’t find time to be alone either the second day. They woke up late, still tired and jet-lagged, and had to run to meet the rest of the group who would be with them in the WCS. It’s a huge group of people — there’s Ochako, who came to manage Deku as usual; Shouto, UA’s owner, and Itsuka Kendo, UA’s new Marketing Director, who came to talk to sponsors and other possible business partners. And that’s only the people from UA, Izuku’s team. There are also people from the media, sponsors from their country, and people from the game’s company.
Basically, the whole day was a lot of running around, greeting people, and saying how Deku was feeling for the finals. Izuku grew increasingly frustrated with everything as the day passes. He and Kacchan didn’t get even one second for themselves! He barely had a chance of talking with his boyfriend all day long; Kacchan just stood by his side, giving silent support as Izuku heard the same silly joke about him giving away his strategies before the games.
As the sun begins to set, Izuku becomes grumpy. This is all wrong! This was supposed to be relaxing for him! He thought he’d have time to rewatch his competitors’ games, talk strategies with Kacchan, and spend some quiet time with his boyfriend. When one famous blogger tells them they are invited to go to this dinner party with lots and lots of other people from the industry, Izuku groans.
Luckily, his knight in black t-shirt comes to his rescue.
“Deku is still feeling the jet-lag, and he needs to be well-rested for the interviews tomorrow,” Kacchan answers the blogger while grabbing Izuku’s hand. “I think we’ll turn ourselves in for the night and just order some room-service.”
Izuku could have kissed him right then — if he wasn’t so shy about PDA. Still, he squeezes Kacchan’s hand in a silent thank you and lets his boyfriend lead him back to their hotel.
They end up passing by a little street vendor selling bibimbap, which makes the perfect dinner for them. It’s honestly the best moment Izuku had since they arrived in Korea because it’s exactly what he wanted to do with Kacchan there — try out some local food, have fun and joke around, totally relaxed and playful.
“I should film you eating kimchi and make it a viral challenge or something,” Izuku teases after Katsuki orders another portion of the extra spicy stuff from the vendor.
“Hell no. Those bitches wouldn’t be able to handle shit, and it would be like the cinnamon challenge all over again,” Kacchan answers before dipping his kimchi in the spicy sauce as if it wasn’t hot enough.
“Probably… Your insides must be on fire right now,” Izuku giggles.
“It’s not that bad,” Kacchan shrugs. “I’ve eaten hotter things.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it is that bad.”
Kacchan gives him a sly smirk and asks, “Do you want to find out?”
Izuku looks down at his bowl, wondering if Kacchan is going to drop something on it. But, to his bewilderment, Kacchan grabs his chin and plants a sloppy kiss on Izuku’s mouth. The effect is instantaneous — Izuku feels his lips burning up and turns his face away.
“Kacchan!” he protests, which only makes his boyfriend laugh more. “It’s so hot! Oh, my God! How can you eat this?”
“Yeah, maybe it was a little hot,” Katsuki answers, still laughing. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll kiss it better.”
“No!” Izuku slams his hand on Kacchan’s mouth, protecting himself from the burning kisses. “No more kisses for you!”
They playfully wrestle for a couple of minutes, laughing harder than actually trying to overpower the other. After they end their dinner, they buy some ice cream on their way to the hotel, to balance out the spiciness in both their mouths. It’s perfect, and when they get back to the room, all Izuku can think of is about kissing Kacchan, not caring about the kimchi flavor.
When they get to their room, however, kisses are not the first thing on the agenda.
“Do you mind if I hop on the shower first? I think I’m sweating out the peppers now.”
“Sure! I’ll wait for you,” Izuku answers, getting comfortable in bed.
Finally, things are going the way he planned. Now he and Kacchan are back in their beautiful room and will have the whole night to themselves. Izuku giggles in excitement, wondering in each state of undress Kacchan will come out of the shower in. He wonders if he should peel off his clothes too, but then decides against it. Izuku doesn’t think he’d be able to feel seductive by waiting for Kacchan in bed naked, so it’d probably come out as awkward.
Still, Izuku neatly puts the lube and condoms he brought in the nightstand drawer. It’s better to have it at hand for when they need it, he thinks, giggling to himself. After that, it’s just a matter of waiting. Izuku fumbles through his phone, checking his messages and what his fans are projecting for the finals.
It takes a good while, but when the bathroom door opens, Izuku jumps up in bed, eager to see his boyfriend. However, Kacchan is completely dressed in an old t-shirt and some sweatpants. He looks at Izuku, still rubbing his hair dry.
“It’s all yours, nerd. I’ll go to sleep now. I’m totally destroyed,” he grumbles, sitting down on the couch.
Izuku watches in complete disbelief as Kacchan finishes drying his hair, sets the towel away, puts his phone to charge, and lies down on the couch, cocooning himself in the blanket. When Kacchan closes his eyes to sleep, something inside Izuku snaps.
“Kacchan!” he screeches. “What are you doing?!”
“Ah-... Sleeping?” Katsuki answers, unsure.
“And why are you on the couch?” Izuku asks, frustration bleeding on his voice.
“Because there’s only one bed? And I’m not making you sleep on the couch when you have all these interviews and shit to do tomorrow.” Katsuki frowns at him like Izuku is the one not making sense, only making him more frustrated.
“Come to bed! Now!” Izuku demands, though his voice comes more whiny than imperative.
Probably not wanting to agitate Izuku any further, Katsuki joins him in bed without any extra arguments. He sits by Izuku’s side and takes his hand into his own.
“What’s up, nerd?” Kacchan asks him gently. “Anxious with the games? Want me to keep you company until you sleep?”
Izuku looks into the worried, beautiful red eyes of his boyfriend and feels his heart squeezing. Kacchan really isn’t thinking about the things Izuku is thinking at all. All that Kacchan is concerned about is Izuku’s well-being. He really is the best boyfriend in the entire world — and Izuku is so done with waiting.
With purpose, he pulls Kacchan by the collar for a deep, desperate kiss. Taken by surprise, it takes a few seconds before Kacchan kisses back, but when he does, he takes Izuku’s breath away. Their kiss is needy, hands pull on clothes, trying to get impossibly closer. Izuku lets his hands venture under Kacchan’s t-shirt to feel the warm, hard muscles underneath.
Little moans and grunts escape through their locked lips as Izuku melts into the kiss. He feels all the stress and anxiety he had for months drain away from his body through Katsuki’s touches. Everything in the world seems right and perfect when they are together. Slowly, Izuku rests back on the bed, pulling Kacchan with him until his boyfriend is lying on top of him.
However, this new position makes Kacchan pull back.
“Nerd-” Katsuki tries talking, but Izuku interrupts him with another kiss. “Wait, nerd- We shouldn’t-”
“Kacchan,” Izuku whines. “I want more. It’s alright.”
He rolls his hips against Katsuki’s to show how much he wants it, Izuku’s erection dragging over his thigh. “Shit-” Katsuki curses before grabbing Izuku’s waist closer and kissing him even harder.
The feeling of his dick rubbing against Katsuki’s body is too much for Izuku to restrain himself — and the feeling of Kacchan’s erection rubbing against him right back sure doesn’t help. In no time, they’re both humping each other. They feel delirious in the heat that builds up between their bodies.
Pulling and pushing on clothes doesn’t get Izuku far, though. Kacchan doesn’t make any movements that could help with the shedding of clothes; his hands stay clamped down on Izuku’s waist, still over his t-shirt. But Izuku doesn’t have the mind to complain about that at this moment.
His whole body burns with pent up need. Little moans and cries fill the air around them, making the situation more real. Izuku digs his fingers on Katsuki’s back, trying to anchor himself on something. However, that only makes him feel even clearer how Kacchan’s muscles ripple and pull as the boy on top of him works his body sinfully against Izuku’s.
It’s too much, too hot and too emotional. Izuku barely realizes that they’re both chasing down their own releases. His mind can’t think of anything that isn’t how perfect Kacchan is and how he’d die if they stopped right now. When Kacchan’s hands finally venture south and grab him by the hip to grind their cocks together ever harder, Izuku gasps pleased.
He loves it, he loves so much the feeling of Kacchan being on top of him. His dick feels ready to explode. Every little drag edges on the borderline of pain and pleasure, but he can’t stop. All he can do is reach out for more and more, way past the point of no return.
His orgasm hits him like lightning. It makes Izuku’s whole body tremble, and he gasps for air in Kacchan’s mouth. Warm wetness spreads through his underwear in a stick, disgusting mess, and just a second later, he feels Kacchan’s whole body shuddering and hears him groaning, betraying his orgasm as well. Katsuki drops his weight on top of him bonelessly as they both struggle to find air.
For a while, Izuku’s mind is just a blissful blank — finally rid of all anxiety and doubt. That is, until Kacchan starts talking again.
“Shit- Yeah, see? That’s why we can’t sleep on the same bed,” he mutters, rolling off Izuku. “You can go take a shower, I’ll fix the bed for you. Tomorrow we’ll see about bringing an extra bed here-”
No! No, no, no! No extra bed! No shower! Izuku can’t believe it’s all over! It barely started and they already came in their pants, and he didn’t even have the chance to see Kacchan naked or even touch Kacchan’s chest properly and this is all so damn unfair how can Izuku have a sexy boyfriend and never be able to even see it? He can’t believe he got caught up and let things go this way after all that planning and now he’ll never-
“Hey, hey,” Kacchan touches his cheek gently, making Izuku face him. “Why the waterworks, nerd?”
Concern is clear on Katsuki’s face, which only makes Izuku sob as his crying makes itself more apparent. He tried to answer, to argue, but his voice simply wouldn’t leave his constricted throat — and the painful expression on Kacchan’s face just makes the situation worse.
“I’m- I’m sorry, Deku,” Kacchan stutters, softly patting his hair. “I shouldn’t have come into the bed. I knew you’ve been stressed and that it’d be too much, and I tried- I fucking tried to stay away, I swear! But that’s no excuse, and I failed… If you want, I can find another room-”
“No!” Izuku interrupts Katsuki, slamming his hand on his mouth to stop him from saying anything more. “No! Ka- Kacchan got it all wrong!” he states, fighting against the sobs. “I- I’m sad because Ka- Kacchan doesn’t- doesn’t want me,” his voice breaks a little, but now that the dam broke, he can’t keep the words in anymore. “An-and I tried so hard an-and no one ga-gave us time alone and Kacchan do-doesn’t want-”
Katsuki pulls Deku’s hand off his mouth and silences him with a kiss. It’s not a desperate kiss like the ones they were trading a minute before; it’s gentle and sweet, in contrast to the salty tears. Kacchan runs his finger through Deku’s curls lovingly, patting him until he’s sure Izuku isn’t crying anymore.
“Don’t you ever say again that I don’t want you,” Kacchan whispers when they separate, looking deep into Izuku’s eyes. “I love you, and there’s nothing in the whole world I want more than to be with you.”
Izuku’s heart squeezes painfully on his chest. This is not the first time Kacchan tells him he loves Izuku, but every time that happens, Izuku feels so happy that it hurts.
“I love you too, Kacchan,” he whispers, pulling his boyfriend for a hug.
***
That’s not how Katsuki expected this night to go — or any night of their trip, for that matter. He’s been doing his best to just be the support Izuku needs, and he thought he was doing a good job at it (even if he had to pretend to be asleep last night). But then, things got out of control. One second he and Deku are dry-humping in bed until they aren’t dry anymore, and the next Deku is crying his eyes out, accusing Katsuki of not wanting him.
Katsuki should be feeling insulted by it; most of the time, it’s hard to not think about wanting Izuku. However, he can’t focus on that because Izuku also said some other interesting things during his rant.
“Now… Tell me more about these plans of yours,” he whispers near Deku’s ear, and he feels his boyfriend shiver on his lap. Shit, Deku is too hot for his own good.
“I… I thought we’d have some time… on our own, you know,” Izuku answers shyly. “I asked for this bedroom and for us to have a whole day alone here…”
Warmth pools on Katsuki’s lower abdomen as Izuku confesses setting things up so they could have some private time together. He doesn’t dare to think how he (and his insecurities) was a big part of why these plans didn’t pan out — Katsuki was honestly terrified when they got to the room, and he saw there was just one bed. Katsuki can’t undo the mistakes he made, but he can try to get them right now.
“And what would we do when we got alone?” he whispers, letting his lips brush over Izuku’s neck.
“Kacchan!” Deku whines. “You’re being a bully…”
“Me? Never,” he answers, smirking. “I just want to be sure… I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you want to do that I’d be opposed to, Kacchan,” Deku whispers back seriously, making Katsuki tremble this time. This is real, this is really happening — and Izuku wants it as much as he does.
“In that case… I really want to touch your butt,” he confesses, a blush creeping on his cheeks.
Katsuki can’t believe he actually voiced that desire, but Izuku just giggles and plops down on the bed with his ass up. “Alright, touch away,” Deku says, making Katsuki’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. His breath catches on his throat, and his hands itch with the need to touch. Completely unapologetically, Izuku even wiggles his butt a little to tease him.
“Shit…” he curses under his breath as his hand touches on the supple flesh of Izuku’s ass. It’s so squishy and round. Though Izuku is the one being touched, Katsuki moans and bites his lips in pleasure as he gropes and massages Izuku’s beautiful ass. It’s even better than the fleeting touches he made while they made out in Deku’s office once.
“You… You can pull my pants down if you want…” Izuku offers, his face hidden in the pillows.
That offer makes Katsuki freeze in place. Oh, he wants to pull his boyfriend’s pants off. He so fucking wants it. But should he? Izuku was just crying and he-
“Kacchan…” Deku whined, turning to look at him with a pout on his lips. “I thought you wanted to do it .”
Alright, this overthinking shit is officially over now. Katsuki will have sex with his beautiful, perfect boyfriend, just like the two of them want.
“Fuck yeah, I wanna do it,” he answers, kissing Izuku’s back. “Let’s get you off these…”
Though Katsuki reaches for Izuku’s pants with purpose, like he knows how to undress a person on his bed, his hands are shaking. He does his best to hide it behind a big layer of confidence, though, since he doesn’t want Izuku to think he’s second-guessing shit. Luckily, Izuku silently shifts in bed to help him with the pants, and he doesn’t tease Katsuki when his breath hitches as Izuku’s beautiful, milky thighs are uncovered for him.
In a daze, Katsuki gently runs his hand over Izuku’s thigh until the edge of his underwear. There’s a telling wet spot in front of the red boxers that completely hypnotizes Katsuki. He did that. Just minutes ago, he made Izuku cum by rubbing their groins together — he came, moaned and trembled on Katsuki’s arms, and soon, he’ll have the chance of doing this all over again.
“Take this off?” Izuku’s voice brings Katsuki out of his stupor.
Izuku is holding the hem of Katsuki’s t-shirt and he doesn’t have to think twice before pulling the damn thing over his head. After throwing the piece of clothing across the room, he sees Izuku’s hungry gaze, ogling at his chest. This fills Katsuki’s ego, and he may have puffed up a little more than he needed for a second. But only for a second, because the next, they’re already tangled in each other, kissing deeply and sensually.
This time, hands are free to explore every inch they can reach. Katsuki maps out Izuku small, lithe body eagerly. He feels so precious, warm and soft under his fingers. Gladly, Katsuki would spend the whole night just touching Izuku like this, but his boyfriend had other plans.
It doesn’t take long for Izuku to begin wrestling with Katsuki’s pants and, just to be fair, Katsuki thugs against Izuku’s t-shirt. It’s a little messy, and Izuku’s elbow almost hits Katsuki’s jaw once — but when they find themselves wrapped around each other with just their soiled, flimsy underwear separating them, it’s heavenly.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he growls, digging his fingers on Izuku’s ass as he rubs their erections together.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moans for a second before pushing Katsuki away. “No, no! You’re not making me cum like this again!”
Katsuki giggles at the little pout in Deku’s mouth and pulls him back to his arms. “Ain’t you a greedy little nerd? What do you want? A blowjob?”
Though his voice sounds teasing, deep down, Katsuki is praying Izuku says yes. He’s dying to suck his boyfriend.
“I… I want to have sex,” Izuku says, blushing.
“I thought that’s what we are doing…” Katsuki nibbles on Izuku’s ear, wanting to make him stutter and squirm again. But Izuku pushes him back, this time to crawl to the nightstand. When he returns, he drops condoms and lube in front of Katsuki.
“I mean… the whole way,” Deku says, and now Katsuki’s blush rivals his boyfriend’s.
Sure, he had got the message Izuku wanted to do sex stuff, but since he hadn’t prepared anything, Katsuki thought they’d just fool around without their clothes on. He didn’t think they’d jump straight into penetrative sex and, now that this option was on the table, Katsuki feels terrified and in love with the idea.
“Fuck…” he whispers in awe.
Way more sensually than Katsuki thought Izuku could act, he lays back on the pillows and coaxes Katsuki in coming to him. This time, their kiss has a new layer of excitement and expectation. It’s incredible, everything Katsuki has ever dreamed of and more. He can barely believe this is actually happening — but the way his soiled underwear is catching on his hard dick is too uncomfortable for him to think this is a dream.
Unconsciously, his hands go to pull on the underwear and get rid of the stuff, but he stops his action in the middle, realizing what he’s just about to do. Izuku doesn’t seem to be second-guessing anything, though, and allows his hand to push down Katsuki’s black boxers.
“Take mine too,” he whispers between their lips, and Katsuki is too far gone to argue with that.
As he raises his torso to throw the pieces of clothing away, Katsuki takes a second to ogle at his naked boyfriend. Izuku is so fucking beautiful Katuski thinks his heart will give out — too overwhelmed by his feelings. From the flush on his face, to his perky nipples, to his dark pink erection — everything about Izuku is incredible.
“You’re perfect,” he mutters in awe and is rewarded by a bright smile from his Deku.
“You’re perfect, too,” Izuku answers.
They fumble through kisses, feeling their skin glide against one another. Neither of them really knows how to approach this, so every touch is awkward an uncertain — but so incredibly delicious that they can’t bear the idea of stopping. When their erections rub together, Katsuki thanks the fact he already came not long ago, or else this would be over before it started.
Izuku is the one to reach for the lube, but Katsuki asks to do it. He dreamed so much about touching Deku in this private spot; still, his hand shakes harshly as he presses one digit on his boyfriend’s puckered hole. They both moan as the first finger slides in, and share loving kisses, to reassure each other.
The process of prepping Deku is way sexier than Katsuki thought it would be. His heart slams on his chest, and his hand trembles, but he must be doing something right from the beautiful reactions he coaxes out of Izuku. Every new action is approached with doubt, “Can I add another?”, and received with eagerness, “Ye-yes! Put it in!”.
And again, it’s Izuku the one who decides when enough is enough. “Kacchan… I need you …”
For all the fame KingExplosionMurder has of never backing down and never questioning himself, he’s feeling utterly lost in this new experience. But Izuku seems to be enjoying and he looks happy with Katsuki, so that has to count for something. Besides, they’re learning the way together, and that’s the best part of it all.
It takes a couple of tries for Katsuki to get the condom right (damn shaky hands…), but he does it and then takes one last look into Deku’s eyes to be sure that’s what he wants. Katsuki is happy to see no doubt in Izuku whatsoever. His Deku’s eyes are shining bright with love — which must be mirroring Katsuki’s own.
At the first thrust in, Katsuki is pretty sure that, even though he came not long ago, he’s already way too close to cumming again. It’s so incredibly hot that the searing heat threatens to melt Katsuki’s whole self. Izuku’s insides are the best sensation Katsuki has ever felt. It’s hard not to lose himself to it, but the stinging pain of Izuku’s nails digging on his biceps is a welcomed anchor.
“Is it hurting?” he asks worriedly.
“N-no,” Izuku stutters breathless. “S-so good, Kacchan.”
That reassurance calms Katsuki’s heart a little. “Can I move?” he asks as if stay still wasn’t straining his self-control to unreached levels.
“Y-yes! Pl-please!”
Izuku wraps his legs around Katsuki’s waist to urge him on, so Katsuki starts slow and shallow thrusts. Every drag of his dick is too much and not enough at the same time. It drives Katsuki absolutely insane with pleasure, and he prays for this to never end.
Dropping his face to the crook of Izuku’s neck, he breathes in — and all Katsuki gets is Deku’s scent. All his senses are flooded with everything Deku. Katsuki knew this would be the most intimate experience of their relationship as of yet, but it’s even more than he was expecting. It’s hard for him to concentrate on the signs his body sends him because all he can think is about how Deku’s breathing is labored, how beautiful his little moans are, how warm and solid he feels under Katsuki’s arms, how good he smells.
They move in synchrony, in a maddening slow rhythm. There’s barely enough space for them to move at all, but they prefer it this way since not being that close sounds terrifying. Arms and legs are wrapped around each other in a sensual embrace that lets them share the same air, taste each other’s sweat, and hear every gasped sound.
Still, going slow isn’t enough to stop the end from coming. Way sooner than any of them would have liked it, their orgasms build up all over again — it’s clear from the way Katsuki’s muscles pull tight and Izuku’s body trembles. They share one last breathless, messy kiss until Katsuki feels Izuku convulsing between his arms and his walls clamping down on his dick. That’s the last drop it was missing for Katsuki to cum deeply inside Izuku, riding out wave after wave of pleasure with his lover.
Disgusting, sweaty, and exhausted, they both drop in bed. And yet still, reach out for one another to snuggle. Words aren’t needed as they kiss and cuddle, wanting desperately to keep the closeness they achieved.
It takes a good while for them to feel comfortable with breaking the silence without breaking the spell, and the first words come out Katsuki’s mouth.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Kacchan,” Izuku answers with a drowsy smile.
“We can’t sleep dirty like this…”
“Want to go in the bathtub with me?”
“Fuck yeah… I’ve been eyeing that tub since we got here,” he confesses, smiling too.
“Me too… I wanted to play my Switch in there,” Izuku says playfully.
“You’re gonna drop it in the water, you klutz…” Katsuki shakes his head, chuckling.
“Not if you’re in there to help me keep it dry…”
Pretending to sigh in defeat, Katsuki acquiesces. “All right… You drive a hard bargain, but I’m sold.”
In a fit of giggles, Izuku jumps out of bed and runs to the bathroom. Katsuki stays back, taking a second just to marvel in how perfect his boyfriend is. And people say you shouldn’t meet your idols…
“Kacchan! Aren’t you coming?”
Their night ends up being perfect — just as every other night of their trip. During the day, Izuku shows the world how brave, charming, and incredible he is; and at night, they take their time discovering each other’s body and being disgustingly in love.
For some reason, this combo works, and they manage to keep Izuku’s anxiety about the interview, media appearances, and the finals’ games under control. And this proves to be a huge problem for Deku’s adversaries in the competition — because if a freaked-out Deku was already a beast, a happy and loved Deku was unstoppable.
Katsuki’s heart almost exploded with pride as he watched Izuku raise the Championship cup for one more time at the end of the trip.