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Gentle kisses were exchanged between them, bodies pressed together ever so lightly. Izuku's lips were so perfectly soft. Just a little bit chapped but that could hardly matter to him right now.
He was floating. Almost.
Every moment in their kissing session that caused him to start floating, he was gently pulled back for a moment to reorient himself.
If he wasn't so pliant and trusting to whatever Izuku had in store than he would be pissed, but Izuku was a safe space.
He pressed kisses all over his face, rubbing his large and warm hands up his sides and over the lace that laid so delicately on his frame.
Katsuki was floating.
And this time, Izuku let go of his hold on the reigns and let him.
He had done good that day.
He beat villains with a grin on his face, did all his paper work with a small amount of complaints, and signed autographs for the lame (badass) kids who proclaimed themselves as his fans with only a roll of eyes.
He felt his heart race at the first soft glance Izuku shot him when they got back to the office.
He started to lose his mind just a little at the kiss Izuku gently placed on his lips, large hands holding his hips firmly.
Getting back to their house was an excruciating wait.
As soon as they made it past the door he finally felt his facade crack and let himself breathe.
Izuku wrapped his arms around him and sighed against his neck.
It was all why they were so comfortable on their large bed now.
Izuku praised him with soft whispers and Katsuki huffed, letting his breathing even out.
It was what led to such painful (pleasing) softness.
They rarely brought subspace forward intentionally, especially not without a full blown scene.
But Izuku asked him with those genuine eyes and Katsuki couldn't entertain the idea of saying no. He trusted Izuku with his life and the trust that comes with subspace seemed pretty damn appealing right about then.
Scarred fingers brushed against the collar on his neck, the praises and environment luring him into subspace's appeal.
"You're doing so good, sweetheart," Izuku had that precious look in his eyes.
The one where he looked at Katsuki as if he was the center of his world.
It always made his heart race but in this moment it nearly drew him further into his warm body. Izuku had his hands all over him, gentle but firm enough to get Katsuki on the edge of floating away.
Along with the words, kisses, hickeys, collar, and nicknames he began to drift peacefully.
And Izuku eased him into it, pulling him so he could lay on the scarred skin of Izuku's chest.
They were, mostly, bare from the waist up, which only helped them to feel the feeling of their bodies connecting without any layers in the way.
The room was warmly lit and Katsuki groaned at the movement, vaguely hearing the sound of Izuku's gentle murmuring. No longer was he tugged back to the surface, instead he was left to drift with the best anchor he could have to keep him from drifting too far.
Izuku's warm hands massaged his muscles and up his back, their large and slightly heavy weight making his sigh.
Izuku stopped talking for just a moment and Katsuki felt his lips smile against his forehead.
"I love you so much, Kacchan, I'll never let you hurt because of me again."
And Katsuki believed him. The pain of the war never even entered his head and safe place in Izuku's arms.
He was safe.
They both were.