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Izuku was a people person. Katsuki had learned this through their time travelling Aimedaca, and his desire to learn everyone of their citizens since taking over as queen. No matter their status or role, Izuku would stop and introduce himself, as if the world didn’t know who he was. Izuku still forgot how he was an honored hero, acting like just a simple village human that hadn’t expelled the greatest evil known to mankind. Even now, while Katsuki watched him dance with the children in the center of the festival, he held no regal distinction or sign of being above those who watched him with respective awe.
The emerald green lace of Izuku’s pants kissed the paleness of his stomach, the fire highlighting the intricate detail of his ceremonial top. Izuku had never been one to show off his skin, but his bare arms, feet (where he kicked off his shoes, Katsuki wasn’t sure) and mid-drift had become a tease for the king to indulge in from afar. His fingers flexed, nails sinking into the ceremonial throne lifted higher than the celebration. Though the nighttime compromised the human eye, Doragons could still see how the right angle of light from the flames highlighted the sheerness of the swishing fabric covering Izuku’s lower half. But what truly made the dragon inside him growl with the need to act was the necklace that swayed around Izuku’s neck, the claim proudly exposed for all those to see.
Izuku was formally his… mostly.
Humans would see the ceremony and the courting jewelry as enough to confirm their marriage. He didn’t know if the kingdom of Sangar, Izuku’s homeland, had anything written or another step to be the human version of mates. But for the Doragon, one part was still missing along Izuku’s unblemished neck. Like a siren’s call, his teeth ached with the desire to sink into the perfect flesh, to feel Izuku’s life entwine itself to Katsuki. While he still held anger toward Kudo for making Izuku question their feelings after announcing the soul bond, he understood the desire. Just thinking of anyone trying to separate him from Izuku, even in death, was unbearable. So maybe it was a cruel thought that made the dragon inside of him purr, knowing he’d never have to trick Izuku into the ‘curse’ Kudo and Yoichi already forced upon them.
But even the soul bond didn’t feel enough, knowing nothing short of a bite would stop the vermin from thinking they had any shot with his mate.
“The great Doragon throne.” Katsuki scowled at the voice, unhappy that he had to turn his attention away from his alluring mate to look at the approaching danger. Despite Tenko being under his care, and becoming one of Izuku’s favorite brains to pick, Katsuki would be stupid not to recognize his potential danger. They hadn’t figured out what his magic was, leaving him as a bigger mystery than when he was under All For One’s manipulation. The fact he snuck up on Katsuki, trailing his fingers over the throne beside him, proved was still someone to monitor. “All For One had the weirdest desire to sit in these.”
“Probably after he killed all of my people,” Katsuki said, and Tenko’s casual shrug proved the accusation wasn’t too far off the mark. “God, he was a fucking prick.”
“True. His need to destroy any trace of your ancestor’s existence was always on his mind.”
“Cause he had a weird obsession with his brother.”
“That’s an understatement.” Tenko’s agreement only wrinkled Katsuki’s nose, remembering the man had first hand knowledge of the deep thoughts inside the villain’s head. They had shared a body, after all; he’d know better than anyone what All For One thought of behind his creepy smile. “Are you planning on finalizing your bond with the hero tonight?”
He never understood why Tenko refused to use Izuku’s name, but his eyes narrowed at the intrusive question from the human. “Why do you care? Planning on doing something stupid like trying to run away?”
“I’d make your life easier.” Like his life was a chore over something he cherished, Tenko didn’t keep Katsuki’s gaze, turning his own to watch the festival beneath them. “If I did try to sneak off, you could kill me and take the hero's burden away. Isn’t that what a suitable mate would do? Remove the stressors from their lover’s shoulders?”
“Keep your nose out of my business.” Then, he leaned back in his throne, tossing one leg up to rest on the other knee. “And I don’t see a damn bite on your neck, either. What, getting cold feet about being owned by a Doragon monster? Some All For One bigotry still in there?”
“Your kind mate for life, but I don’t own mine.” It was strange to hear someone speak of themself like an object, though Izuku had taught him to look beyond the presenting shell. Trauma ran deeper than skin. Tenko’s abduction and years of exploitation gave him the right to need time to settle. “Once the hero gets bored with me, he’ll have no reason to keep my head on my shoulders. People’s value determines their care. The hero can’t keep his kind act up forever.”
The only reason Katsuki didn’t growl at the negative view of his mate was the look on Tenko’s face while watching Izuku. Despite the judgemental comment, there was no hatred or vitriol. Instead, acceptance danced through the weary eyes, following Izuku’s bright smile and cheers for the children trying to re-enact the traditional Doragon dance.
Filled with the good spirit of the previous ceremony, and not looking to dampen Izuku’s night with any tension, Katsuki forced himself to let the slight go. “If you really think that he’ll give up on you, then you don’t know shit about Deku. He’s not the type to go back on his word. It’s not how he works.”
“Now that he’s officially a queen, he’d be a fool to waste time on me.”
“Yeah, try telling the stubborn minx that. He won’t feel like a good person, nevermind a good queen, if you can’t have a chance to not be a puppet.”
“Hm.” Tenko tightened his lips, but showed no other sign of Katsuki’s words getting through. Then again, he was combating decades of All For One’s manipulation. It wasn’t a one conversation fix. “You still didn’t answer why you haven’t bitten him. The hero’s starting to think you never will.”
“He’s—” Katsuki sat up straighter at the toss away comment, focus sharpening. “You two talked about it?”
“You should know how obsessed he is with knowing everything he can about your culture. There’s plenty of data on the Doragon courting and mating rituals in the archives. He reads the Dragon Born section weekly, muttering about what he needs to complete as a queen to appease your logical side.”
“He’s in his head again.” Tenko sighed like he wasn’t the one who brought up the conversation, then nodded. Katsuki growled at the fact he had overlooked, glancing back to Izuku. “Humans are so fucking stupid. I’ve been courting him for months.”
“You don’t wait for things you believe are yours. And since he’s been ready to wear your mark since before the war, he assumes you’re holding back until he fixes something about himself.” Tenko’s attention drifted to the side for only a moment, but Katsuki knew Spinner was in the direction he looked before returning his attention back to Izuku. “It’s almost sickening how in love the hero is. To think his devotion to you was the reason All For One lost.”
“Pretty sure that was the whole purification thing,” Katsuki replied.
“All For One knew the power of the true magic. He planned for it, actually, hence why he sent Toga to keep him away while he isolated you. The goal had been to corrupt the hero by killing you, so that the true magic wouldn’t accept his greedy wish.” Tenko scratched against his neck and sighed. “Except he didn’t expect the hero to be so in love, that he’d be able to see through his own grief to still respect your culture. He wanted to do right by you to such an intensity, his negative feelings couldn’t overtake his desire to be a mate you’d be proud of. Only someone who loved you more than themselves could do that.”
“That’s what happened?” He’d been fighting for his life during the middle of the fight, and Izuku rarely spoke about the interaction. Now, hearing the missing piece of the information, something rushed through his body with the desire to move.
“He really earned your nickname, didn’t he?” Tenko’s last comment snapped his final string of resistance. “A dumb Deku, falling in love with the brutish Dragon.”
He didn’t need to hear anything else. Standing up, he raised his voice and aimed it toward a group to the left of the main festivities. “Shitty Hair, Icyhot!”
Both men looked at the names, Kirishima quickly running up in order to abide by whatever request he made. “What’s up?”
“Is there an emergency?” Shoto took a more casual approach walking the steps, though his serious face made Katsuki scoff.
“Keep your pants on, Prince Charming. Nobody’s dying.” He jerked his thumb to his side where Tenko stood. “I need you to keep an eye on him while Rocks For Brains brings Deku and I back to my den. We’re done for the night, and I’ll be too busy to make sure him and the wannabe ninja get back to their rooms after the festival ends.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Then think of it of me making sure Izuku’s favorite advisor gets home safe.” The title threw Tenko off, Katsuki rolling his eyes at the look before turning back to the two summoned men. “Shitty Hair will help you, but can you handle it until he comes back?”
“It would be my honor to help support the consummation of your bond.” Shoto actually bowed after saying the ridiculous comment, Katsuki holding back his desire to blow the weirdo off the perch.
Kirishima was no better in the embarrassment department. “It’s finally time? Man, Mina and I have been waiting for this! Let’s get you bonded, buddy.”
“Tenya and I, as well. I was worried I’d have to admit to Rody I was bluffing back on Paramos.”
“Why are you two such creeps?!” Snarling at their smiles, he gave a final warning look at Tenko, as if daring him to try and escape, before he pushed through the two in front of him to jog down the stairs. “Rocks For Brain, get ready.”
“On it!”
Katsuki jumped over the final stairs, hurrying through the groups of people to get to his final goal. He ignored the cheers of his name and the bows of his people, eyes fixated on the man who finally lifted his head from the conversation between Ochaco and Tenya.
“Kacchan? Is everything—woah!” His queen shouted when Katsuki didn’t acknowledge his words, simply lifting him off the ground and into his hold before turning away from the confused looks. “Wait a second, what’s going on?”
“We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? But the party’s not done!”
“It is for us.” Katsuki walked toward Kirishima, who had already transformed into his dragon form just outside of the lit area. While the humans at the festival seemed just as confused as Izuku, the Doragons had already started their cheers and whistles.
Still, even as Katsuki balanced Izuku while climbing onto Kirishima’s back, the nerd squirmed, trying to get answers. “What do you mean? This whole thing is for us, and it’s rude if we just leave while our friends and people are—”
“I’ve played by your human games long enough, Deku. Made it as close to what your people call weddings so you’d get to celebrate with those you care about.” Dropping him into Kirishima’s back, he grabbed Izuku’s chin, turning him to look back and meet his determined gaze. “It’s time we follow my customs for a bonding night.”
“A bo-bonding…” Izuku’s eyes grew wide at the implication, and Katsuki only hummed before bending down, placing a suggestive kiss over the spot he’d laid his claim.
Knowing Izuku would recognize the spot from all his ‘research’, Katsuki grinned when he felt the full body shiver against his chest. “Got a problem with that?”
“No,” Izuku whispered, hands clutching the arm Katsuki casually wrapped around him.
The cheers of their people and other guests faded when Kirishima took flight, navigating the cloudy sky with ease around the village. Though they could have walked, Katsuki hadn’t wanted to wait or deal with the people that would stop them along the route. The display was a clear way to warn everyone not to bug the pair for the rest of the night.
Izuku, with an unfaltering trust Katsuki would keep him safe so far up, swung his legs to the same side of Kirishima’s back, snugging into his chest with a shiver. “Its cold up here at night.”
“Tough it out.” Even as he said it, Katsuki collected him onto his lap, using his higher body temperature to protect him from the winds. His forearm lowered to cover the bare midriff, enjoying the soft skin under his touch. “It won’t be a problem for much longer.”
“You’ll keep me warm tonight?”
Like a hatchling needing affection, Izuku arched into the touch, the soft rope of the top scratching against Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki needed to know who made the traditional Doragon garb for Izuku’s ceremony. He knew they had taken some liberties in the more modern design, not remembering any before looking that sensual. It fit Izuku perfectly, teasing Katsuki all night. If he wasn’t currently riding Kirishima, who would not keep a damn secret from his gossiping mate, Katsuki would have slid his hand under the thin fabric of Izuku’s pants to cup his thick thighs. The sneak peeks of skin only made his hunger grow, forcing him to settle for kisses and bites along Izuku’s pliant neck. He feasted on the tiny intakes of breath and weak moans near his shoulder, knowing the wind would keep the little noises for his ears only.
Katsuki practically yanked Izuku’s flushed body off Kirishima the second the dragon touched the ground. “Thanks, idiot. Make sure the extras don’t accidentally burn down the village or mess with the beasts in the forest. Got it?”
Kirishima only growled his understanding, his head swinging around to bury his ugly snout into Izuku’s naked stomach.
“Kirishima.” Izuku laughed out the name, hands coming down to scratch along the scales of the long nose.
It was a normal show of affection for their citizens when in their dragon form, representing a silent vow to protect the queen from all that threatened his life. Still, without Izuku wearing his official bite, the dragon inside of him roared with the desire to burn anyone who touched him in Katsuki’s presence. “Oi, get off him! If you wanna snuggle someone, go find Pinky, ya pervert.”
“It’s okay,” Izuku replied, then bent over to press his forehead against the middle of Kirishima’s snout. Closing his eyes, he spoke gently into the quieter night. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Katsuki, remembering it was Kirishima that found Izuku both in the forest and during the battle, doubted he was only talking about tonight. Annoyed he owed Kirishima leeway for the rest of their lives, Katsuki moved forward and yanked Izuku back into his arms, rubbing his cheek against Izuku’s from behind. Izuku didn’t fight the hold, leaning his back against Katsuki’s chest while waving at Kirishima’s departure.
“You weren’t very nice to Kirishima,” Izuku said, though the lack of ire in his tone while rolling his head back to lay on his shoulder proved he didn’t really mind. “You’ll have to apologize tomorrow.”
“Did you want me to invite him to stay?”
After he growled his question, Katsuki lowered his hand from his possessive touch across his torso, letting his hand roam over the lace before boldly copping Izuku’s arousal in his palm. He earned a sharp gasp and hips rolling into his touch, the thin fabric letting Katsuki feel the twitch of warmer skin. He was already half-hard, proving Katsuki’s earlier touches had already started priming his mate for the upcoming night. Pleased at the information, Katsuki squeezed once before spinning his moaning partner around, grabbing his jaw to steady Izuku before sinking down to kiss him. Izuku only missed a second of the connection before he eagerly returned the affection. Hands clutched his shoulders while Katsuki took his time exploring the sweet inside of Izuku’s mouth, wondering if he’d sipped on the dessert wine made from their native ono fruit.
Slowly, without breaking off their kiss, Katsuki led Izuku backwards into the den, hands roaming Izuku’s body to feel his moans vibrate into the exchange. He took off his robe with swift fingers, only peeking one eye open to toss the fabric over the furs they had claimed as their own for months. Once satisfied with his heavily scented clothing marking where he would make Izuku his, Katsuki cupped the panting man’s ass, lifting him up off the ground. Holding the kiss for a second longer, he finally pulled back, tossing Izuku onto the soft landing space. Izuku looked amazing laid out on his cloak, and Katsuki slowly traced every flushed curve and defined muscle while he kicked off his boots.
“You were made for me,” he said without any hesitation or embarrassment, crouching down at the edge of the furs to collect one of the smaller ankles into his large hand. “Strong enough to fuck up any idiot who challenges you, but soft enough to make me want to sink my teeth into every inch of your skin.”
He cradled the calf in his care, keeping it in the air as his mouth peppered the top of Izuku’s foot and ankle with claiming kisses. Izuku’s toes curled under the soft administrations, the flushed man pushing up to his elbows to watch Katsuki nip and suckle the showing skin of his leg. He heard his mate moan Katsuki’s nickname when his skilled fingers pushed the lace higher, needing to get his lips on the flesh that had teased everyone with eyes all night.
“Sh-shouldn’t I shower?” Izuku gasped out, body shivering when Katsuki nibbled on the skin just under his lifted knee. “I’ve been dancing, and I probably smell like sweat—”
“You smell like Deku.” Keeping his mouth against the spot, he looked up between the tense legs, catching Izuku’s half-lidded gaze before smirking. “And soon, you’ll smell like me. We’ll bathe together later… if you can walk.”
Izuku moaned, lashes fluttering shut for a moment before he forced them open. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Tch.” He sucked the skin into his mouth, leaving his own mark to admire the next morning. Once done with the claim, he pulled back, breathing on the sensitive spot. “You’re my treasure, Deku. My emerald of the forest.”
“ Kacchan .”
Izuku got nothing out after that, but his rosy cheeks and the twitch of the lace over his groin proved he enjoyed the words. It reminded him how sheer the fabric was, meaning he’d never let Izuku wear the outfit in public again. He hated knowing the famished opportunists had their fill of his mate. Rody, Hawks, Shoto (even if he was head over heels for Tenya, he’d never forget the prince’s offer to marry Izuku during their journey) would meet an early end if they thought Katsuki would let anyone steal Izuku away.
Angry at the imaginary threat, Katsuki hiked up more of the lace and bit the bottom of Izuku’s thigh, earning a groan and an arched back. “Gentle, Kacchan.”
“Gentle?” Katsuki dropped the limb and crawled up Izuku’s body, caging him on the cloak while staring down at him with a challenge on his lips. “You’re lucky I’m not tearing this damn thing off you and fucking you until you mold to fit me perfectly. I could devour you, and feel no shame in the marks I’d leave all over your body. Don’t tempt a dragon, Freckles, unless you want to see the true power I have.”
Instead of the shy, embarrassed reaction he expected from his kind mate, Izuku’s eyes lit up with determination, a flicker of gold barely lighting the room before Izuku surged up. The dynamics shifted when his back met his own cape, Izuku perched over him like they were training over having sex.
“You’re not the only one who wants this,” Izuku said, looking like he was ready to fight Katsuki to keep his position.
Amused at the small display of hunger, Katsuki relaxed his muscles, licking his lip before reaching up to cup his cheek. “Alright, little one. Show me how fierce my queen is.”
“Don’t be mean, Kacchan.” Nuzzling the skin with closed eyes, Izuku settled into the touch for a moment before he took a slow breath.
Once gathering whatever he needed to continue, Izuku pushed away from the touch, biting his lip before grabbing the edges of his top. The dyed rope slid up over the hidden chest, Katsuki’s eyes drinking in the pebbled nipples and lean frame hidden from him all day. The taunt of his pale neck in the moonlight, only surrounded by his necklace, made Katsuki’s teeth ache again. They needed to be buried into the supple flesh. He held back the craving, knowing it was Izuku’s time to lead the show. From the few times he’d gotten to explore intimacy with Izuku, Katsuki enjoyed being in control. Izuku never hesitated to follow his lead, implying he didn’t mind the dynamic. He knew he’d take over soon, but he liked thinking Izuku wanted him enough to break out of their norm to show his own desire.
He really was a little deku, and he understood why the dragons moved mountains to keep the feisty balls of love around.
Once the top was tossed to the floor, Izuku leaned over Katsuki, kissing him with more devotion than Katsuki thought he’d earned. Still, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, accepting the emotions and hoarding them for himself when reciprocating. Slower than their earlier frantic kisses, Izuku slowly built up the intensity, more noises and less teeth as he shyly ran the tip of his tongue along Katsuki’s top lip. Katsuki growled at the sensual touch, hands grabbing his waist and thumbing along the heated skin.
After getting his fill, Izuku pulled off, though his eager mouth quickly found new places to land. First, it peppered his jaw, then followed Katsuki’s swallow down the sturdy neck. Even though Izuku wouldn’t need to bite Katsuki to complete the bond, it still sent fire through his veins when Izuku mouthed over it, little canines brushing the skin before moving on. The nerves didn’t appear until Izuku stalled Katsuki’s torso, Katsuki picking up on the quick, shaky breathing blooming over his stomach.
“Deku,” he called out, keeping his tone gentle to not frighten the focused man. Still, Izuku flinched, looking almost guilty when peeking up from his abs. "Stop overthinking it.”
“That’s—!” The moment of defensive panic slipped away when Izuku groaned, lacking the pleasure from before when he dropped his forehead to Katsuki’s stomach. “I want to make you feel amazing. This is… you’ve made me the center of attention in every intimate interaction we’ve had, and then today, I—we’re partners, right? So I should be able to bring the same focus to you! But I’m… I’m trying, Kacchan, I really am. You’re just so pretty, I get flustered just touching you. But if I can’t compare to your natural skill, then how can we be partners?”
“Sex isn’t the only thing that matters to me. And it ain’t like I’ve hated anything we’ve done.” When the answer didn’t wash Izuku’s frustrated expression away, Katsuki snagged under his armpits, leading him back up his body. Once Izuku was settled against his side, Katsuki lifted his hips, yanking down his pants without care of Izuku’s gasp. “You need proof?”
Once the protective clothing was kicked off, he collected Izuku’s hand, boldly pressing the crooked fingers against his hardness. The fingers squeezed like it was instinct, and Katsuki didn’t hide his moan to show his mate how attracted he was to the awed looking human crowding closer to him. He watched Izuku’s mouth part with want while his fingers curiously stroked along his arousal, acting like he’d never seen one despite having his own. Pleasure spilled out from his hips, and Katsuki rocked into the touch while nuzzling the jaw that leaned over him to get a better look at his handiwork.
“Think I’d be this hard if you weren’t driving me crazy? If you’ve got some dumb idea I haven’t enjoyed taking you apart, then get rid of it.” His voice sounded deeper from the growing arousal, Katsuki petting down Izuku’s spine to encourage him to pick up the pace of his strokes. “There you go, Freckles. Keep touching me like that.”
“Yeah?” The question came with Izuku boldly rubbing along his tip, collecting the flowing pre-come before thrusting his hand down again.
“Mhm.” He wanted to tease, but part of his brain was losing any semblance of functioning from feeling his mate so desperate to please him. “I don’t need perfect. I just need you. Preferably with my bite on you.”
“Really?” Izuku getting teary-eyed during a handjob didn’t surprise Katsuki. When Katsuki nodded, his mate slid down his body without warning, following his hand’s downward stroke with his eager mouth. And that was a shock, Katsuki swearing while his unsuspected hips almost thrusted up from the rush of pleasure. Izuku’s choked noises proved he was trying to go too far, and Katsuki would never find pleasure in Izuku injuring himself to achieve it.
“Wait, don’t choke yourself—”
Except, when Katsuki tried to pull Izuku off, his wrists were forced away. The buzz of magic on his skin caught him off guard, Katsuki clicking his tongue when realizing what had happened. So focused on pleasing Katsuki, Izuku hadn’t realized he’d activated Blackwhip, the two whips of the dark green energy pinning him to the bed. Katsuki wasn’t opposed to Izuku exploring his sexual desires, magic included, but just getting his magic back made Katsuki shove the pleasure pooling in his stomach to the side.
“Izuku.” Hazy green eyes floated back to him, mouth pausing halfway down his cock. The sight burned into his head, but he swallowed and made sure his voice held no room for debate. “Release me, now.”
Izuku grunted against his arousal, suckling once before the energy slowly melted away. Katsuki waited until all signs of Blackwhip were gone, reaching down to cup the puffed out cheeks to ease him a little bit off his hardness. The tongue rolling on the underside of his shaft made his sight fuzzy, but he blinked a few times to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Izuku continued to suckle as Katsuki led him backward, a groan leaving both their lips when he gave a final swallow over his tip before popping off. Izuku’s mouth was a mess, panting through the puffiness while covered in drool from his eager efforts.
Once sure he had Izuku’s attention, Katsuki tried not to notice how close he held Izuku’s face from his leaking arousal. “You just got your magic back. You need to build your stamina up, remember? So knock it out before you drain your energy and we can’t fuck.”
“Sorry,” Izuku rushed out, eyes flickering back to his cock with a desire that weaved through Katsuki’s spine. “But it was good? I can… can I keep going?”
“If you take your time.” Then, slowly, he loosened his hold on Izuku’s face, moving his hands to the back of Izuku’s head.
Izuku dove back in, but Katsuki was more prepared for the sensation. Even if the perfect lips still left him breathless, he had better control of the situation, widening his thighs to let Izuku explore the new movement. Pleasure flowed through him from the slow but steady bobs of Izuku’s head, Katsuki keeping his fingers woven in his hair just in case. Izuku only moaned at the slight tugs on his hair when Katsuki felt the constriction of the other’s throat. Even when he was in control, Izuku unconsciously wanted Katsuki to have some say, head swaying and dipping back down whenever Katsuki loosened his hold.
Once he felt himself getting close, Katsuki led Izuku off again, waiting for Izuku’s focus to return before he gave a smirk. Then, he pulled Izuku up, uncaring where his mouth had been when kissing him. Izuku moaned and scrambled to sit in Katsuki’s lap, hips pressed to Katsuki’s as he deepened the kiss.
Katsuki had to fight to break their mouths apart, taking in Izuku’s splotchy cheeks and blown-out eyes before brushing the back of his fingers against Izuku’s jaw. “Knew your mouth was your best feature.”
Finally gaining back some of his modesty, Izuku made a strangled noise before burying his face into Katsuki’s neck at the praise. Still, from how the hips ground against Katsuki’s, he enjoyed the attention. The lace scratched against Katsuki’s spit-covered skin, reminding him that the other wasn’t naked. Needing that to change soon, Katsuki scooted them higher up on the furs, leaning away from Izuku to collect the warmed oil sitting over a mana lamp. He didn’t know who set up the needed slick for their bonding night, but he’d interrogate his friends to privately thank the forward-thinking ally. While he fully coated his fingers, Izuku whined at the gap of their bodies, hands grabbing his biceps to reel Katsuki back in.
Katsuki, once sure he had enough, followed Izuku’s silent direction and kissed his forehead. “It’s a king’s duty to take care of his queen in every facet of life.”
“I thought we were equals?” Izuku mumbled, and Katsuki hummed while sliding the prepped fingers into the annoying lace. Izuku’s soft cry at the first brush of warmed fingers along his rim made a rumble start in Katsuki’s chest, teasing the puckered skin as he spoke.
“I will never see you as beneath me, Izuku. But when it comes to this—” He slipped the tip of his first finger in, enjoying the nails digging into his arms and Izuku’s shudder. “You’re gonna have to accept I’m never letting you leave this bed with less orgasms than me.”
“Kacchan, that’s—” Whatever protest he meant to say was lost in another beautiful noise when Izuku sunk inside past his second knuckle.
Preparing Izuku for his own throbbing arousal meant he couldn’t rush the process. It wasn’t a matter of Katsuki being overwhelmingly large, or Izuku too tiny to take it; both were close to the same size, neither having anything to be ashamed of. Still, it was their first time, and Katsuki understood that loosening him up wasn’t an option, but a necessity. So, he took his time, ignoring Izuku’s pleas and needy hip thrusts against him to slip in each finger at the right moment. Several times, he pulled the touch out to re-oil his fingers, and Izuku’s frustrated bites on his shoulder made Katsuki chuckle before returning to his needy mate’s hole. By the time four fingers were thrusting into Izuku, the wet lace over Izuku’s hardness proved he was close to coming. The noises brought out his primal urges, feeling his scales and horns beginning to appear with his desire to claim Izuku. Wanting to ease his frantic mate’s almost painful rutting, he planned to ease him back on the bed, suck the painfully hard cock while he stroked his prostate.
Before he could move, Izuku cupped the back of his head, gasping out. “Please, Kacchan, my king—”
“I’ve got you,” he tried to assure, but Izuku didn’t seem to hear him.
Instead, he leaned forward, biting Katsuki’s cheek in a way that locked up his entire body. The teeth barely left an indent, but the words whispered after set Katsuki into motion. “My dragon .”
Without another word, Katsuki’s wings burst out from his body, instinct forcing a snarl out of his lips. Izuku didn’t care about the change, kissing his face and rocking into the fingers still stretching him. Teeth dangerously long and scales shooting down his arms, he moved his other hand from Izuku’s waist to the inside of his pants. Slamming his fingers deeper, he only stroked the arousal a few times before come coated his palm, Izuku crying his name into the den.
Katsuki’s pride soared at the shuddering body in his lap, Izuku’s heavy breathing slowly easing back to a manageable pace. His fingers wiggled inside, checking the looseness now that endorphins had relaxed Izuku. He knew it was the best time to slip inside, while his body was still pulsing and blocking out any pain. Slowly, he laid Izuku back onto the cloak, ripping off the pants before settling between thighs that had already parted. Izuku welcomed him with open arms, and when Katsuki didn’t waste time sliding his tip inside the fluttering rim, Izuku leaned up to kiss him.
Too riled up to think straight, Katsuki bit and sucked the wounded lip between him as he sunk inside the moaning man. Rough hands slipped up his back, pure heat slamming into him when the touch wrapped along the base of his wings. Everything felt too overwhelming to keep in his body, and as soon as he fully wedged into the lax hole, he quickly started thrusting. His movements were strong enough to hike Izuku a bit higher on the furs each time he rocked forward, but Katsuki chased after him to make sure their bodies never separated. Izuku’s mouth never closed, full of gasps and moans for Katsuki to get deeper than he already was.
As his orgasm started to bubble up, so did his magic. The tiny pops of his explosions warmed the air, but even when they showered down onto their exposed skin, the buzz was a pleasant level of heat. None shot off directly on Izuku, proving what he already knew; the dragon soul inside him would never hurt Izuku with his magic. From the hums and arching of Izuku’s back, he enjoyed the little fizzle of the dying explosions against his body, hips grinding up and hands stroking Katsuki’s wings with a desire for more.
Instincts made him drop his head, pressing his mouth against Izuku’s neck. His teeth skimmed the mating spot, growling as his hips pistoned forward to fuck into his willing mate. The hands clutching over his wings finally let go, one grabbing Katsuki’s hair while the other sealed itself over the mark on Katsuki’s bicep.
“Yes,” he gasped out, as if reading Katsuki’s mind.
He didn’t ask twice, teeth piercing the spot as soon as the word left Izuku’s lips. The rush wasn’t as intense as he’d been told, but being soul bonded might have dulled the slamming of connection they already had. Still, the relief of it catching so easily rushed through him, and he felt Izuku clamp around him a second before his orgasm took over. Pleasure filled his head, and Izuku’s constant cry of his name as he rutted on Katsuki proved he was swept up in the bliss.
The unwinding from the intense connection took more time than their previous explorations, but Katsuki didn’t mind. He used it to rub his cheek over every inch of exposed skin he could reach while staying inside Izuku. It was base instincts urging him to leave his scent, knowing he’d want to repeat the motion several times during the night. Izuku’s breathing evened out, hands lazy in their trailing up Katsuki’s back and along the ridges of his wings. The pleasure was overwhelming, making him flinch and shudder, but he only pressed harder into the touch when Izuku paused. He knew this wouldn’t be their only round that night, the bond demanding several rounds to sate the sudden desire to entwine them together.
“Do they come out because of the adrenaline?” The little murmurs on his shoulder were too cute to stop, not answering as Izuku continued his rambling. “Maybe the dragon instincts see the rush of hormones as a danger signal, and pull out your dragon attributes? How long do they linger after sex? Wait, they didn’t appear when I was touching your—well, it wasn’t until you were prepping me. Maybe it’s only if the mate is reacting a certain way? Are there other emotions that can trigger it besides anger and arousal—”
“Nerd,” Katsuki muttered on his bondmark, smiling when he corrected himself. “ Queen Nerd.”
Izuku laughed, hands sadly leaving his back. But the touch ended up on Katsuki’s cheeks, pulling him away so their eyes could meet. “But that’s okay because…I’m yours now, right?”
“Hm.” He didn’t answer right away, letting the confusion dampen Izuku’s face while he picked up the necklace laying on his freckled chest. Rolling the talon in his hand for a moment, he leaned down to kiss the jewelry. He kept eye contact with Izuku's wide gaze, lingering for only a second before he pulled back to whisper. “In this life, and every one after.”
“Kacchan.” Izuku quickly wrapped his arms around Katsuki, pulling him down into a kiss. Returning the love, Katsuki knew the true meaning of a dragon’s greed for the emerald of the forest.
Because he would never have enough of the man he called Deku.