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Izuku has a serious problem.
He can’t stop watching Kacchan drive. It’s too hot – literally. His body temperature rises and he’s pretty sure his cheeks are aflame as his gaze rakes over Kacchan fingering the steering wheel with one hand while the other rests on the gear shift. Long fingers curving over the rounded handle, the meat of Kacchan’s thumb, flexing as he shifts gears – because of course Kacchan would know how to drive stick. Kacchan sugoi! The way Kacchan’s so relaxed about it too, drives Izuku absolutely nuts.
He wants Kacchan viscerally. Wants this man whom he’s known since childhood to put those veiny powerful hands on his body, working him over till Izuku’s wrung out. Unable to think of nothing but Kacchan and Kacchan only.
In the driver’s seat, Kacchan down-shifts as they approach a stoplight, muscles flexing in his forearm, fingers gripping tight to the gearshift. Izuku’s entranced in the way Kacchan’s jean-covered thigh gives the slightest pull as he shifts his foot to press against the brake pedal. All the while, fully at ease and confident handling the vehicle, singing along lowly to one of the songs off his playlist coming through the speakers.
This version of Kacchan coupled with the way he acted during today’s training with the kids? Izuku doesn’t know if he can handle the burning desire that’s bubbling up from the pit of his belly, stretching over his entire body, making him yearn to touch Kacchan’s exposed arm, just for the chance to siphon the heat away before Izuku explodes from pure lust.
Kacchan’s been so good helping his first year students during field training exercises. Firm but fair – letting them figure things out for themselves but also giving them proper advice. Not blowing up on them when his particularly inquisitive students ask questions just on the other side of annoying.
The light changes, the car pulling forward again with traffic. Izuku’s eyes once again lock on the way Kacchan grips the gear shift, popping into position for second gear when needed, then up to third and fourth. No jolting of the vehicle, not even a disturbance within the sound of the engine. Kacchan is so good at everything, even driving. He wonders how they’d feel wrapped ar—
“You’re muttering, nerd.” Kacchan interrupts.
Izuku breathes in a sharp gasp, tearing his eyes away from oogling Kacchan’s hands and envisioning them doing something else on a different part of his body to stare up at Kacchan’s face. A soft pull of Kacchan’s pink lips, let him know he’s playfully teasing Izuku for his old habit.
“Heh,” Izuku rubs the back of his neck, feeling heat rush there instantly. “Sorry.”
“Nah, gotten used to it.” Kacchan shrugs, “What’s got your mind all,” He lifts the hand resting on the gear shift up to wiggle his fingers, “chaotic up in there?”
Biting his lip, Izuku hates the way Kacchan replaces his hand over the top of the gear shift makes desire spike low in his gut. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard.
“It’s nothing!” His voice betrays him by squeaking. Coughing he clears his throat to say in a much lower timber, “It’s nothing.”
Kacchan throws him a side eyed look, narrowing his eyes at him suspiciously. “You’ve got something on that mind of yours.” He reaches up and flicks Izuku’s temple without even looking.
A smile splits Izuku’s face without a second thought. That’s the other thing Izuku’s noticed more recently. Kacchan has no reservations about touching him. Whether it’s a hand in his hair, a shoulder bump, even sitting side by side next to one another, thighs touching. There’s been a slow progression since the end of the war, but just recently, especially after Izuku started teaching at UA, did Kacchan’s touches become more… intimate. A press of Kacchan’s fingers against Izuku’s bicep, or lingering hand on Izuku’s back, knocking they’re knees together while sitting together. Izuku sometimes found himself entranced in Kacchan’s gaze, surprised when Izuku would catch him looking at him, yet doesn’t turn away.
Despite the entire class growing apart, Izuku found that he and Kacchan actually grew closer. So much so, Aizawa would tease him about the way Kacchan acted in the news. So much so, they spent more late night dinners together than not. So much so, Izuku found he wanted Kacchan to be the first person he spoke with in the morning and the last one at night.
“Kacchan,” Izuku chooses his words carefully, “what are we doing?”
“Hah?” Kacchan glances at him quickly before looking back at the road, “I’m driving you home dumb ass. What, did teaching finally fry your brain?”
Izuku rolls his eyes, “No, yeah, obviously, Kacchan.” He pauses, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I meant… I meant between… us.”
“Us?” Kacchan asks immediately, glancing at Izuku quickly then back to the traffic they’ve found themselves in as other people begin heading home from work.
“Yeah…” Izuku breathes. He can feel his heart rate begin to spike. He rubs his hands against the top of his thighs, trying to wipe off the sweat beginning to build there. Though his pants are really too slick to be effective.
Kacchan’s eyes narrow, “I didn’t think – Hey fuck you, asshole! Learn to drive!” Kacchan throws a middle finger at the car that decided to cut them off, before saying to Izuku, “I didn’t think that we had an issue?”
“Kacchan.” Izuku lowers his tone at the end of his name, emphasizing it in a ‘are-you-serious’ way.
“Izuku.” Kacchan mocks his name back, flicking the blinker to switch lanes easily. Izuku shouldn’t find such a simple act so hot.
“I’ve noticed, okay! It’s…” Izuku searches for the right word as quickly as he can given he didn’t exactly plan to talk about this today, “I know we’ve been…” He sighs, “The flirting Kacchan.”
“What!” Kacchan turns to look at him so fast, Izuku swears he hears it crack. A full flare of panic lights up his eyes and Izuku is confused on the why. A car honks loudly next to them.
“Kacchan the road!” Izuku points, just in time for him to realize he was accidentally swerving into the other lane of traffic. Cursing loudly, Kacchan rights the car and waves off the other driver who Izuku can see yelling at them through the window.
The only sound in the car is the current song from Kacchan’s playlist, but it bears the heavy weight of the silence between them.
“You fucking…” Kacchan starts, taking in a heavy breath, both hands gripping tight to the steering wheel, squeezing it reflexively, “you’re the most oblivious fucker on the planet,”
“Ouch,” Izuku says but Kacchan keeps going like he hadn’t heard him.
“And yet you noticed that I… you know what?” Izuku watches the way Kacchan’s fingers go death-white against the steering wheel, “Doesn’t matter, you’re with Pink Cheeks anyway.”
Now it’s Izuku’s turn to be shocked, mouth popping open into a wheezed gasp, “What?! No!”
Izuku’s mind whirls, trying to figure out where on earth he got that idea. He hadn’t given any indication that he and Uraraka were even dating! At least he didn’t think so… for fucks sake she had confided in him that she was still hung up on Toga and having intense dreams about her when they finally made time to catch up with each other in person after the class 1A reunion. And sure they’d tried meeting up more often this past month, especially now considering her work put her closer to UA for the next three months. But that didn’t mean they were dating!
“No?” Kacchan’s tone affronted, “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“Exactly what I said!” Izuku snapped back annoyed, “We’re not dating!”
“The fuck you mean you’re not dating?!”
Izuku rolls his eyes, throwing his hand up at the same time, “Where did you even get the idea that we were?! We’re just friends, Kacchan.”
Izuku gets a ‘what-the-fuck’ kind of side eye look thrown at him from Kacchan. “Literally after the class reunion, you ran off afterwards to chase her down! You kept looking at her the entire night. And then you’ve been literally with her practically every other day this past month! What was I supposed to think?!”
Izuku can’t believe what he’s hearing. Shaking his head halfway between Kacchan’s explanation, “Kacchan, no! I wanted to catch up with her because I didn’t think I was going to see her in person again for a really long time. And I wanted to make sure that we could have a conversation to get closer again.”
“Yeah, to fucking date!”
“No!!” Izuku shouts, “So we could get close again! Be closer friends again! Plus she’s a lesbian, Kacchan!”
“Wait what?!” Kacchan’s head snaps to look at Izuku, which again inevitably almost causes them to have another accident. Multiple horns blare this time as Izuku grips tightly to the door handle and his seat belt, as Kacchan swerves them around the multiple cars he almost hit. “You know what? Conversation paused! I gotta find a place to park. Motherfucking — ”
“But — ” Izuku tries to say.
“Ah-ah!” Kacchan holds up his left hand pushing against Izuku’s face. Izuku can smell the heat of caramel and leather coming off his skin, which he can admit to himself he should not be thinking about right at this moment, but it’s hard not to when presented with Kacchan’s smooth hands.
“Okay,” Izuku nods. Kacchan lets his hand slide back off Izuku’s face, settling it back on the gearshift as he drives them somewhere Izuku isn’t sure of. There’s a determined glint in Kacchan’s eyes Izuku sees every time he’s out on the field. It always makes Izuku feel a little bit more alive.
He stays quiet as Kacchan begins to make multiple turns before Izuku recognizes where they’re going. “Why are you taking us to Best Jeanist’s office?”
“I’m not.”
“But his office is literally two blocks down.”
“And so is mine.”
“Wait,” Izuku’s mind begins to real, “You didn’t tell me you already had an office! Kacchan!” Izuku beams at him, watching the way Kacchan’s determined set of his lips, quirks up into a smile for half a second, before resuming the serious position, “That’s so exciting!!”
“Yeah, whatever.” But Izuku knows it’s not, knows it means much more to Kacchan than the way he’s trying to blow it off. But if he doesn’t want to talk about it right now, Izuku isn’t going to push him. Plus they apparently have more important things to discuss.
Kacchan slows the car, till they’re in front of a building next to Best Jeanists office with a garage door. Reaching up to press a button above the rearview mirror the garage door rolls open allowing Kacchan to drive in. “We’re not going up anyway. I lease a parking spot from Jeanist now that I don’t work for him.”
“That’s really nice of him.”
Kacchan shrugs, driving past a multitude of empty spaces, turning a corner, then backing up into a space that's just on the other side of the concrete where the elevators are located. Almost completely hiding them from other cars making their way through the small garage.
Kacchan parks the car, turns it off, unbuckles his seat belt and turns to stare Izuku down. Izuku’s heart does a little flutter in his chest. “Alright, run this by me again. You’re saying that Pink Cheeks finally acknowledges that she's a lesbian? And you’re not dating her? Is that fucking right?”
Izuku nods his head, “Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
“So all those times you were with her this past month, you guys were just, ‘hanging out’.” Kacchan leans in further, imploringly.
“Yes!” Izuku waves his hands in an obvious manner, “She wanted to talk about some stuff too. Related to Toga. And about her organization. And then I needed to talk to her about stuff about yo– well, uh, umm, about certain things. And then I also wanted to talk to her about the things she does through her organization.”
“What? There was stuff you could talk to her about but not me?” Izuku spies the hurt in Kacchan’s face despite the way his tone remains the same. Izuku feels his heart break just a little bit. He decides maybe a little bit of the truth would be good here, even if it was embarrassing.
“Well I can’t exactly talk about you to you, Kacchan.”
A sneer crinkles Kacchan’s nose, “Whatever you gotta say to her about me, you should be saying to my face.”
“Not if I was trying to figure out my feelings for you!” Izuku counters, and then quite possibly in the most normal thing for him to do, he starts rambling, “and how to tell you that I want to join your agency. And how I was an idiot for what I told you a month ago – per Uraraka – and how I should have listened to you a long time ago. But it took me until recently, and seeing everyone be so successful, and the way you and the rest of the class made the suit to help me be a Pro again. Allowing me to be back on the field, I felt like myself. And I realized I had settled. And that I wasn’t actually doing what I wanted to do – which was help anyone and everyone. Sure helping UA kids is amazing!! And I love it! But it wasn’t helping as many people as I would hope. And I needed to ask Uraraka if she was looking for partners to help expand her organization and if that would work for us, if I came and worked with you. Because then I could still be – mmmh!”
Izuku is cut off by Kacchan slapping his hand over Izuku’s mouth, effectively cutting off the rambling.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kacchan’s voice lowers into a growl, eyes staring into Izuku’s with something he can’t exactly decipher, but it almost looks like a verge on hopefulness. Izuku only nods at Kacchan’s request.
The quiet settles in around them as Kacchan continues to stare at him intensely. Izuku is sure he runs over Izuku’s words in his head. Kacchan takes in a deep breath through his nose, letting it out slowly, closing his eyes for half a second before opening, now holding a much softer gaze.
“You actually want to join my hero agency?” Izuku nods, doing his best not to speak like Kacchan told him to, “You want to be hero partners. With me.” Izuku nods again, trying to show his sincerity with his eyes as best he can. “Why did you… why… why now?”
Izuku reaches up slowly, carefully, trying not to spook Kacchan when he doesn’t take his hand off Izuku’s mouth. Izuku wraps his fingers gently over Kacchan’s wrist to pull it away. Then slides his hands over Kacchan’s, pressing it between both his palms. Kacchan watches intently, almost a bit in awe at the way their hands fit together – Izuku’s scars contrasting with Kacchan’s smooth skin of his left hand. Izuku wonders if it would be such a juxtaposition if he was holding Kacchan’s right.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you that day in the car. Because you’re right. I was oblivious. I didn’t think through what I said and how I said it would affect you.” Izuku breathes in slowly, body shaking as he takes the leap. “I thought I was doing everything that I could. And it took you asking me about joining your agency, it took you giving me this suit, it took Uraraka knocking some sense into me – quite forcefully I might add – that you’ve always been here supporting me and pushing me forward even when I’m too stubborn to do it myself. You’re my best friend Kacchan, but yes, I want more. As a hero, as a person, as what I’m hoping after all of this, as maybe boyfriends. Though,” Izuku mumbles, “that seems like such a small word for what we probably are to each other honestly. Like we’ve been through a lot. We’re more than just friends of course, and we haven’t like, dated, so boyfriends would be fitting, but it also feels kinda childish, but I like you so I don’t really mind if that’s what we want — mmmh!”
Again Izuku is cut off from his mumblings by Kacchan, but this time it isn’t the press of hand against his lips. No, Kacchan has shut him up fully by leaning across the center console and kissing him.
Kacchan’s lips are warm and insistent upon him, completely taking him in. It’s more than Izuku ever dreamed it would be – the feel of Kacchan’s lips moving against his own. Kissing him.
Izuku sinks into the kiss without a second thought, a low moan filling the space of the car. Leaning into Kacchan’s space, Izuku reaches to hold onto Kacchan’s body, gripping him tightly at the base of his neck, angling his head to deepen the kiss. A tantalizing heat fills Izuku's body, a buzz rushing through his head.
Kacchan’s hand cups the back of Izuku’s neck, threading his fingers into his curls, tightening the hold he has on Izuku as if he’d disappear. Izuku knows he isn’t going anywhere. This is all he ever hoped for when he started this conversation.
Breathing through his nose is difficult, especially when Kacchan licks against his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Izuku easily allows. Teasing against him suggestively, before taking him fully. He tastes like spicy mapo tofu.
Oh my god, Izuku thinks to himself, another embarrassingly high whine falling from him as Kacchan devours him. Izuku fists Kacchan’s shirt between his fingers, and holds on for dear life, threading his hand with Kacchan’s own. It’s everything he’s ever wanted. It’s amazing, it’s tantalizing. Fuck! They’re making out in Kacchan’s car!
Kacchan is the first to pull away, Izuku leaning forward to chase him, but finds he’s quickly stopped by the seat belt cutting him off around the chest and hips. Kacchan laughs through his nose at him. Izuku glares back. Pressing down forcefully on the buckle release, Izuku crawls halfway over the center console, being mindful of the fancy buttons in front of it where the gearshift sits, to kiss Kacchan again.
Their hands release as Kacchan catches him around the shoulders, with his other still holding firm in Izuku’s hair. He needs to be closer god damn it. Their lips press together again, tongues swirling together, licking into the others mouths, finding a rhythm so deep and so fast it makes Izuku’s head spin. The console digs into his hip, but he doesn’t care. There’s a pull at his lower back, but again Izuku doesn’t care. He just needs Kacchan. And Kacchan needs him. Especially with the way his hands drag themselves down Izuku’s shoulder, down his side and settles right over his ass.
“Kacchan,” He pulls back breathlessly, “Kacchan, please.”
Kacchan moves to press his lips to the underside of Izuku’s jaw, using the fingers in his hair to tilt Izuk’s head up for easier access. Shit that’s hot. Sucking and biting and marking him up, while Izuku can’t help the sounds that fall from his lips.
“Do you know,” a tantalizing bite to his throat, “how fucking long, I’ve wanted to do this?” Kacchan licks up the length of Izuku’s neck with the flat of his tongue.
“Ngh!” Izuku groans, heat flooding his belly and a sparking flare of desire in his lower back, “Fuck, Kacchan.” He pants, trying to catch his breath, surprised to find himself breathless despite the fact they’ve only been kissing, till he can finally ask, “How long?”
Kacchan leaves a lasting bite mark to the underside of his throat, before pulling back far enough to lock his gorgeous red eyes with Izuku’s, “Too fucking long.”
Izuku keens at the confession before diving back in to press his lips to Kacchan’s. “Me too.” He says between kisses, reaching up to cup Kacchan’s cheek. “God, me too, Kacchan.”
Yanking Izuku back again by the hair, Izuku pouts, because now that he has Kacchan, Izuku wants to keep kissing Kacchan. “You meant that shit, right? You want to be partners in every meaning of the word, right?”
Izuku nods, loving the way his body shudders at the tight pull on his hair, “Yes, Kacchan. I meant it. I do mean it. I was an idiot before. But I know what I want to do now. I know I was holding myself back and I’m sorry it took me so long to see that I was. And I’m so happy you stayed with me all these years. I lo—”
Kacchan is kissing him again. Izuku sighs into it, letting Kacchan take him apart through his mouth and hands alone. He loses track of time honestly, between the quiet solitude of the car, Kacchan’s mouth on his, burning him up, and the hand over his ass palming at him through his suit pants, Izuku could die right here and be happy.
“Fuck.” Kacchan pulls back another hairs breath, though Izuku doesn’t let him go far, pressing in another kiss while Kacchan tries to breath. Izuku wants and wants and wants —
“Izuku,” Kacchan pants against his lips. The sound of his name coming from Kacchan in such a way, makes Izuku’s cock twitch where it’d slowly been filling out since they started making out. “Izuku,” Kacchan repeats. Izuku groans in response, body shuddering, “get in the back seat.”
“Huh?” Izuku asks, not really listening. Currently he’s trying to see if he can count Kacchan’s teeth with his tongue.
“Izuku!” Kacchan yanks him back far enough this time that Izuku can’t immediately kiss him again.
“What?” he asks innocently. He’s trying really hard to look at Kacchan’s eyes, but he’s completely mesmerized by the way Kacchan’s lips look – a bit swollen, pink and shiny… so fucking hot.
Kacchan directs Izuku’s gaze upwards, red locking with green, a fierce smile playing at his lips, “Get. In. The. Back.”
Izuku’s breath leaves him in a rush. Oh my god! Kacchan wants to — “Kacchan… do you even have lube?”
Kacchan shakes Izuku’s head like a dog. “Yeah I got fuckin’ lube, nerd. Motherfuckin’ — I wouldn’t suggest the back seat if I didn’t have any god damn lube. Now go!” He turns Izuku’s head shoving him towards the passenger door.
Izuku laughs uproariously, the high of kissing Kacchan making him feel so giddy that it has nowhere to go but out. “Okay! Okay!” Izuku reaches for the door handle, feeling a bite of a chill as Kacchan’s hands leave his body, exiting the car, only to enter into the squishy, plush back seat of Kacchan’s Porsche.
Like the cold air doused him like a bucket of water, Izuku realizes incredibly quickly that they’re literally about to fuck in the back seat of Kacchan’s car. In a public garage. In Best Jeanist’s public garage! Oh my god! Should they even do this now? Can’t they wait till they get to Izuku’s apartment? As Izuku spirals, Kacchan opens the other door to the backseat, sliding in to join Izuku, before closing it behind him. Looking at Kacchan now, with his swollen lips, the tousled hair, and the new bruise settling in perfectly on his neck where Izuku had detoured earlier, Izuku quickly comes to the realization that, no, no he can’t wait.
He needs this man now.
He needs this man carnally.
He needs Kacchan to fuck him in his car, and make Izuku his, immediately.
Izuku reaches for him first, ignoring the lube for a hot second, just so he can have his mouth on Kacchan’s again. He’s like an addict searching for his fix. He’s gotten a taste and never again does he want to go without it.
“God damn, Izuku.” Kacchan moans deep and heavy, sending shudders through Izuku’s body. Their hands find places to be, in clothing, in hair, caressing exposed and unexposed skin, as Izuku works his fingers up the back of Kacchan’s black t-shirt. Climbing up into Kacchan’s lap, as awkward as it is with one knee pressing into the soft fabric of the seat, the other barely on the edge, being supported by the back of his shoe against the bottom of the center console where it meets the floorboard, Izuku settles there like he owns it.
Pressing their hips together, Izuku is met with the delicious friction of Kacchan’s straining erection pressing into his own. Moaning together, Izuku presses down, rubbing them together again, just to relieve some of the heat that was building. Instead it does the opposite. It makes him want so much more. Kacchan lifts his hips up to take control, gripping Izuku’s waist in both his hands, forcing them into a rhythm that has Izuku seeing stars behind his eyes.
“Fuck!” Izuku shouts, a heated flare of desire coursing through him so intense he doesn’t think he’s going to hold out. “Kacchan!” He calls like a prayer, Kacchan answering with a kiss so fiercely Izuku isn’t sure he should speak up. But he wants more now. Wants to feel Kacchan in him. Wants to be as close as they physically can, right fucking now before he bursts at the seams.
“Kacchan, please.” He pants between the kiss, trying and failing to push Kacchan back even an inch. “Kacchan, I need you to touch me. I need you in me. Please, Kacchan.” Izuku pushes harder, looking deep into those eyes he’s known his whole life, “Fuck me.”
Kacchan smiles so wide it’s almost predatory. “Take your clothes off.”
Izuku climbs off of Kacchan, hoping that the awkwardness of it doesn’t kill the mood and starts pulling at his belt. He’s mindless really to his own clothing, almost methodical as he takes off each piece before throwing it up front. His attention is fully on the way Kacchan pulls his own shirt up and over his head, showcasing the Pro Hero body he’s worked to maintain these past years — firm stomach, toned and built arms, a chest that Izuku instantly drools over. Kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks, Izuku’s eyes are glued to Kacchan’s fingers as they reach for the button on his dark jeans, popping it open, and unzipping. The noise echoes loudly in Izuku’s ears despite their huffing breaths and rustling clothes. Heat floods quickly to Izuku’s cock, where he’s already shimmying out of his underwear. Kacchan leans back against the door, grips the waist of his jeans and shoves them down, boxers following with the material to reveal his fully hard cock. Izuku’s mouth salivates at the sight, taking in every inch of Kacchan.
He wants to get absolutely wrecked on that cock.
Giving Kacchan just enough time to kick the last of his clothes off, Izuku is on him again, resuming the same position from earlier, except this time when they collide, the skin-to-skin contact makes his desire ripple and then skyrocket ten-fold as their cocks press together.
“Fuck!” Kacchan shouts, hot hands wrapping around Izuku’s body, one immediately gripping his ass. Izuku’s own find purchase at Kacchan’s shoulders and neck, pushing Kacchan deep into the side of the door, where he’s sure it’s pressing awkwardly into his body, but really Izuku doesn’t care right now. He needs to be as close to Kacchan as possible. Feel him pulsing inside him.
Izuku reaches between their bodies and grips them in his hand. Kacchan’s cock is hot and hard, pressed tightly alongside Izuku’s own. The moan that rips from Kacchan’s lips makes Izuku feel unbelievably confident. Sliding up and down, he leans in to steal a long deep kiss. Kacchan groans again, hips rocking up into Izuku’s hand, creating generous friction against his cock.
“Fuck, oh my – Kacchan!” Izuku cries, his body wound so tight, “Touch me! Kacchan! Touch me touch me touch me — ”
“Fuck, that mouth of yours,” Kacchan smirks into the kiss, letting his hand travel between Izuku’s cheeks pressing a firm pad of a finger against Izuku’s hole teasing him. Izuku’s hips jolt and heat spreads like wildfire through his entire body, Kacchan pulls back a hair breath to finish his thought, lips brushing up against Izuku’s, “had a feeling you’d be just as mouthy while I fucked you as you normally are.”
“Kacchan, enough, put it in me.” Izuku demands, trying to sink back on Kacchan’s finger.
“Give me the lube.” Kacchans says, “I’m gonna try and open you quickly.” Izuku looks around their area, spotting it on the floor next to his foot. Picking it up he gives it over to Kacchan. “And move would ya, the fucking handle on this thing is killing my spine. I bought the car with the freak pillow back seat. Lets at least fucking use it.”
Izuku laughs, but shifts along with Kacchan till they’re in a similar position where Kacchan is leaned against the backseat and Izuku has better balance on his knees blanketing Kacchan’s hips.
Popping the bottle open, Kacchan says, “Give me your hand.” Izuku follows the instruction easily, because honestly he wants Kacchan’s dick in him so bad he’d take it raw right now if he didn’t care about wanting it to last past a couple of strokes. Pouring lube over Izuku’s fingers, Izuku warms it up between his first two and thumb, before reaching around behind him to press into his aching hole.
“Oh god,” Izuku sighs, head falling back as he’s finally filled. “Mmm,” He moans, pressing one finger in deeper, then pulling back out, “Fuck, I need you.”
“You’re gonna have fucking all of me, Izuku.” Kacchan leans forward to seal his mouth to the front of Izuku’s throat, tonguing against his skin, making Izuku’s lust broil. Fucking himself more, Izuku slides in a second finger despite the way it burns. He works himself open, scissoring and circling. Kacchan closes the bottle of the lube with a snap, and then his fingers join Izuku’s.
“Kacchan!” He cries, loving the way Kacchan’s finger settles in next to his own, massaging the area around his hole, allowing Izuku to open himself up easier, adding more lube to the area, giving him a better glide. Izuku keens as Kacchan bites his neck as his finger joins Izuku’s, opening him up on three fingers. Tears settle at the corner of Izuku’s eyes, he can barely catch his breath. Fuck, if this is how good it feels right now, Izuku can barely think about what it’s going to feel like to be fucked on Kacchan’s cock. Their bodies are pressed so close together, Izuku is already riding a dangerous precipice as their cocks rub together, against their stomachs, pre smearing around his head. Izuku has the desired image of licking the pre from the tip of Kacchan’s cock that has him throbbing harder, leaking more and fucking himself harder on his and Kacchan’s fingers.
“Keep going. One more. You need at least one more before I take you, Izuku.” Kacchan moans into his throat, sending vibrations up and down Izuku’s chest.
“Then do it.” Izuku huffs. He feels Kacchan smile against his skin, nosing up under his jaw, nipping at his chin, before taking his mouth at the same time he adds another finger. It’s all consuming, it’s ravenous, it’s nothing that Izuku has felt before. This living breathing man below him is his best friend, his first and honestly only love. Izuku is going to break apart and be knitted anew.
Kissing Kacchan is wonderful, feeling Kacchan touching him is amazing, but Izuku is selfish. He’s always been a little selfish. And he wants more. He’ll take more and more and more and in return Izuku will give Kacchan everything.
“I’m ready.” Izuku says when the slide of the fingers inside him bears no issue. “Kacchan, I’m ready. Please.” He kisses him with his tongue, licking into his mouth, then pulls back to press chaste kisses all over Kacchan’s face, ending with an almost too delicate one over his scarred cheek. A remembrance of what they’ve achieved and how far they’ve come.
“Okay, okay. Fuck, you’re so…” Kacchan’s words fall short, instead he brings Izuku’s mouth back to his own, while at the same time begins manhandling Izuku into a position where they’re almost reversed. Izuku laid back into the pillowy softness of the back seat, but this time his hips sit at the very edge. Kacchan is settled between him, hands hot at his hips, as they get situated. Izuku’s foot finds purchase on the back of the driver's seat, while his other leg is thrown over Kacchan’s shoulder.
Kacchan pulls away from their kiss just long enough to press a button, “The best thing about this car is the fact that the back seats can recline.”
“What?” Izuku looks around at the seats, and then feels it as the top portion of the seat begins to tilt backwards slowly. “Oh my god! Kacchan, what kind of car did you buy?!”
He laughs, kissing Izuku again, “The best kind apparently. It doesn’t go back far. But a tilting angle of five inches is pretty fucking great. Especially when I can do this.”
The head of Kacchan’s cock teases against Izuku’s entrance, and Izuku feels the hunger ravishing away inside him. The pure unadulterated need for Kacchan to be inside. Reaching between them, Izuku holds Kacchan’s cock at his entrance, looks deep into those red eyes to say, “I love you, now fuck me.”
The breath leaves Kacchan in such a satisfactory way, Izuku can’t help the bright smile that splits his cheeks. Kacchan takes no time in leaning back in to kiss Izuku deeply, and slides inside of him, their groans reverberating between them.
It feels like a new adventure and coming home all at the same time. The thick length fills him so wonderfully, Izuku never wants to be parted. He wants Kacchan inside him forever, even if it’s in a weird position inside the backseat of his car. Izuku will take Kacchan in whatever way he can have him and that includes getting fucked in the backseat like they’re teenagers.
Izuku wraps his hands up and around Kacchan’s body, feeling over his sinewy shoulders, down that gorgeous back; one hand sliding up to cup achingly tender against the side of his neck, thumbing the underside of his jaw. “I’m not gonna last, Kacchan. Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
“Me either.” Kacchan whispers, pulling his hips back out slowly, “I’m not gonna last either, but fuck I’m gonna wanna do this again.”
“Yeah,” Izuku nods, pressing divots into gorgeous skin, “Yes yes yes!” He shouts. Kacchan snaps his hips forward taking Izuku’s breath away. “Fuck! Kacchan!”
“Izuku!” Kacchan groans, leaning back in to devour Izuku’s mouth as though not kissing him is a crime as his hips work to fuck into Izuku’s hole. Izuku can’t help but feel like he’s along for the ride.
He tries to meet Kacchan’s thrusts, the sensations overwhelming him. Their skin is hot, their breaths heating up the car, steaming the windows. Pleasure pulses under Izuku’s heated skin, sizzling so hot he’s ready to burst. Kacchan’s hips meet his own over and over and over again, taking what’s his just like Izuku asked him too.
There’s no stopping them. Izuku’s head is fuzzy with Kacchan and only Kacchan. Kacchan fucking him so deep and good, that tears begin leaking down the sides of his face. Kacchan kisses them away as he continues to fuck him. Izuku loves this man. They’re new words, but Izuku means them.
“Kacchan, I’m close.” Izuku says instead. He can tell him he loves him again later, but for right now, Izuku is rushing toward a cliff's edge with nothing to catch him except Kacchan.
“Me too,” Kacchan breaths against his cheek, “Fuck, Izuku. Cum. Cum with me, right now.” Kacchan’s hips begin stuttering out of rhythm. The heavy filled words are all Izuku needs to be pushed right over.
“Kacchan!” Izuku cries as he cums, coating the area between their bodies.
“Izuku! Fuck fuck fuck,” Kacchan hisses between his teeth, fucking into Izuku one-two-three more times, before slapping forward and pressing deep against Izuku’s body as he cums, filling him up. Izuku moans again at the feeling, with a second thought of ‘probably should have used a condom’, then forgets it as he feels the torturous way Kacchan’s cock pulses inside him.
“Izuku.” Kacchan sighs, body relaxing into Izuku’s, pressing an almost too tender kiss to his lips. Izuku feels exhausted but satiated in a way he’s never felt before. They lay there for a moment, Kacchan’s hands wrapping around Izuku’s, threading between the spaces between his fingers and fitting like he always was supposed to.
“So,” Izuku smiles against Kacchan’s mouth. Kacchan pulls back a fraction to look at Izuku full on, “Round two at my house?”