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Katsuki startles awake with a wet whimper, from the worst nightmare that week, to suffocating darkness and a pressure in his chest. His eyes, wide and unseeing, blink rapidly when they don’t adjust to the darkness fast enough; and he starts slapping his hand around the bed frantically to locate his phone, in fear of what the all-encompassing darkness around him might be concealing. His hand finally finds the cool plastic of his phone case and he snatches it up, not even flinching at the sudden onslaught of light, as the screen illuminates a small portion of the room. But it’s not enough, if anything his heart pounds even harder and he can feel it in his throat now, because there’s still so much he can’t see, so much he can’t hear in this moment of panic. His hands feel weak and there’s a general trembling just under his skin, as adrenaline lights up every nerve ending and puts every fiber of his being on high alert. He fumbles, and his eyes go impossibly wider as he almost drops the phone, but he manages to find the flash light feature and turn it on. The sudden brightness illuminates so much more of the room, and for a split second he falls deathly still, and heavy dread pools as waits for some nightmarish villain to manifest out of the shadows. He feels only minute levels of relief as he pans the light around his room, from ceiling to floor and in every corner of his room, over every suspicious shape and shadow, and finds nothing out of the ordinary. It’s not enough though. He hesitates before reaching beyond the edge of the bed’s safety to snatch his hearing aids from where they’d been charging, and shove them hastily in his ears. He turns them on and all the way up before they’re even properly fitted into place. A wash of sound bombards him, which is entirely confusing, because it’s so very quiet and still in what must be the dead of night, but still so loud to his eardrums. It takes him a moment to process every individual sound. He can hear the soft white noise of the whirring AC, cicadas and crickets chirping, faint sounds of traffic from the main road. But the loudest sound yet, that filters into his consciousness, is his erratic pulse in his ears and his painfully uneven breaths, puffing loudly from his lips. He barely remembers that his light switch is within reach and leans up to flick it on, with a rush of gratefulness for that simple detail. There’s a terrible lag, that’s just about a second when nothing happens, then the room is completely awash with harsh fluorescent that comes alive with a soft plink sound. It’s what he needs, but it’s also too much; yet he can’t imagine taking the light off again, even as it stirs up an ache behind his eyes. His gaze flits rapidly around the room, settling on his windows suspiciously. Bits of his nightmare come crashing back unbidden and he realizes with a start, that he needs someone, he needs to get out of this room and find someone, because he’s working himself deeper into a panic attack and the walls feel like they’re closing in on him the longer he lies in his room.

They’re full-fledged Pro-Heroes now, but with the economy still in crisis after the war, they were encouraged to stay at Heights Alliance to help with rebuilding efforts, charities and outreach etc. in heavier hit areas. It was an unspoken understanding, that this would ease their financial burden as young people venturing out on their own for the first time. Understandably, many of their classmates accepted the offer and agreed to adhere to the same curfew and rules as the students, for the time being. Even some wealthy students stayed out of a sense of duty, and an unwillingness to leave the people they fought side by side with in a war just yet.

Katsuki’s first thought is Eijirou, but he remembers the meltdown Kaminari had that evening, and he’s 100% sure that he’s with his boyfriend next door; that they’re cuddled up enjoying the comfort that is each other. And Katsuki will not intrude. Unsurprisingly, his next thought is Izuku. They’re better now, so much better. And Izuku is so sweet to him, so good to him despite everything. Despite his barely expressed apology, when so much more seems stuck in his throat and hasn’t yet dislodged to make itself known to Izuku. He can’t bear to imagine the worried look on his nerd’s face as he ushers him into his room, and then proceeds to monitor him from now till kingdom come, all because Katsuki let slip, what he has recently come to accept, as PTSD symptoms. So, he scans his brain again and he thinks of Ochako, and even Mina; they’ve gotten closer, they’d never turn him away and they’d never utter a word if he asked them not to. But he can’t imagine sneaking in and out of the girls’ section in the wee hours, without feeling like a creep. Suddenly realizing he never actually checked the time, he takes a quick glance at his phone and sees 1:37am. It’s late enough to feel guilty about who he’s about to wake at this hour, but early enough to know he can’t bear staying in his room until dawn. His mind races through his other options. Shouto would let him in, he’s long acknowledged their friendship, and Katsuki knows he also struggles with PTSD and nightmares of horrors long before the war. And for some reason that feels wrong. He’s supposed to be the stable one in their friendship, checking in on Shouto, making sure he eats and hydrates, full on mom-friending him.

Suddenly, a branch scratching on his window startles him so much, that he swears his heart skipped a few beats and dropped into his stomach. The crawling under his skin is back full force and he knows he needs someone now. His quirk is about to go off and he can’t seem to stop it; there’s simply no other outlet for the tsunami of adrenaline coursing through him right now. He thinks suddenly of Aizawa, his sensei loves them and would let him in in a heartbeat. He would sit up with him all night, canceling his quirk, so he’s not grinding his teeth trying to hold it in. But waking him for something that his mind is telling him is trivial, seems almost criminal when it comes to Aizawa and his sleep schedule. Maybe Hitoshi is up like the insomniac he is. They’ve bonded a bit; Katsuki shows him the respect he’s due; for having carved out a path for himself despite all the odds and people against him. But he can’t picture himself opening up to him tonight about this. It’s been years since the war, since his kidnapping and sludge villain attack. It would key him in on just how long Katsuki been struggling with this. Too afraid to ask for help.

His quirk sets off helplessly from the pure panic still coursing though him. He muffles a small explosion between his palms, and pays for it when the recoil from trying to contain it, shoots white hot pain through every bone and joint in his hands and forearms. A wet sob sputters out of him and fresh, warm tears drip onto his hearing aids and run off into his hair. His mind spirals and fractures in a sorrowful agony that feels familiarly empty and hopeless. He pulls his hands to his chest protectively and tries to massage the ache away with trembling fingers. There’s a fresh pinpricking in his fingertips and a crawling under the skin of his palms, and he knows, he just knows his quirk is going to go off again. He wants to ignite it just to feel a little safer, but he’s not sure he can keep it down to small the sparks he likes to make dance along his palms.

Suddenly, he thinks of Iida. His class president who prioritizes everyone’s safety and well-being, like it’s his own. Above his own. Maybe it’s the desperation, but he decides this is the option he’s going with. Iida used to feel overbearing, but now it’s just so obvious that he cares so very much. He’s still a bit uptight, but he’s come a long way from the hand-chopping, control freak. He thinks of texting him first and then realizes he doesn’t really want to see proof of his "cry-for-help" tomorrow. But he knows if he just shows up at Iida’s door, he won’t be able to say a single word to explain himself. So he sucks it up, and opens the pretty desolate chat between them. It’s mostly updates and reminders from Iida, and the occasional acknowledgement from himself. But as he distractedly scrolls up, he sees them; Messages that his brain, in all of its current limited capacity, can only describe as cute. Iida thanking him every night after dinner and praising his cooking. Iida checking in every time he’s had to visit Recovery Girl and his Ear Specialist. Him thanking Iida for his secret Santa gift - A surprisingly personal gift, well at least it felt deeply personal to Katsuki; a simple, sleek black and orange charging dock for his hearing aids, that sits on his night stand. He remembers the fluttering in his stomach when he opened it in front of everyone; how they all fell silent around him when they noticed how still he had gotten. He simply sat there with the opened wrappings and box in his lap, holding the dock in his hands. He bets he just silently stared at it for a solid 30 seconds or so. Everyone had been waiting for his reaction, some perhaps even thinking he’d be offended by it, and braced for explosion. But Katsuki had simply looked up and asked who his secret Santa was, and when Iida stepped forward, his hulking frame looking guarded, as he stuttered through something along the lines of hoping he didn’t overstep and begging forgiveness if he did; and Katsuki…Katsuki had cut him off with a simple, and surprisingly soft “Thank you Iida.” Katsuki had caught Izuku’s soft, proud little smile directed at him, and felt proud of himself in turn, for being open for once.

Katsuki is typing a message to Iida before he can second guess himself any longer. A simple “Can I come over,” and hits send. He doesn’t put a question mark, it feels too needy; then he immediately scoffs at himself for having that thought. Because no matter how much he’s grown, he’s still got a long way to go to be able to shed all of his self-imposed, ridiculous standards. He stares at the screen for a bit and imagines what Iida will think. Katsuki knows he’s got his notifications on loud because he’s just that responsible and willing to help. Katsuki knows it will wake him, and his first reaction will be panic; he feels guilty at that. He imagines what Iida will make of his request, and it suddenly occurs to him, as he stares at the words blurring together on his screen, that this sounds sort of like a “booty-call.” He blames Kaminari that that is even a part of his vocabulary, even if it’s just his inner monologue. He clutches the phone to his chest and eventually feels his eyelids go heavy.

In an instant, he’s back in his nightmare. He’s being dragged along his floor, clawing at the carpet in his distorted dorm room. He can hear the league’s and AFO’s voices. They’re going in and out of focus like his hearing aids are almost out of battery, and he can’t make out full sentences. He doesn’t know what they’re asking of him, what they’re taunting him about. He can make out the shapes of his friends and his Sensei lying in a motionless pile. It stops his heart, and he starts fighting harder, clawing harder, trying to crawl towards the horrific pile-up. Familiar sludge fills his ears, his nose, and he’s screaming now. He can feel the sound tearing out of his throat, making it raw, but he can’t hear it. And suddenly, out of the soundless blackness he hears rapid fire knocks. His name in a low steady tone, drifts into focus.
He gasps awake to more knocking; Sputtering with eyes wide open, that only recognize the glaring fluorescents as a reprieve from the shadows of his nightmare; His headache is back in full force. Hearing comes back into focus, along with the general shapes in his room. He focuses then on the voice he can hear alongside the knocking. It’s steady and stern and concerned, all at once. Like barely contained panic, reigned in under professionalism. Iida. Iida is outside his door saying his name. At first, he doesn’t understand why Iida isn’t already inside to check on him. He sobs out a pitiful, “Please, pleasepleaseplea…” He hears him gasp from behind the door. Then in a pained voice, “Katsuki you have to open the door. Katsuki I’m going to break it down tell me what to do!” It’s enough to get his brain somewhat on track again; he doesn’t want the safety barrier that’s his door compromised. He stumbles off of the bed and his knees buckle dangerously, but he continues in shaky steps towards Iida’s safety. His fingers are still trembling as he fumbles with the lock. He pulls the door open to the worried faces of Iida and Eijirou. Iida’s panting now, his legs are smoking lightly. He and Eijirou are scanning Katsuki head to toe, and Katsuki recoils ever so slightly, wondering what he must look like. Eijirou whispers a soft, “Katsuki,” and takes his shaking hands in his and begins to rub them like he used to. “Kats?” He whispers. “Do you want to sleep with us tonight?” And no, that’s the last thing he wants - to drag his issues into their space when Denki, not hours ago, had his own panic attack. He shakes his head no, and instinctively looks to Iida. He’s still panting, and the concern written on his face makes him look wide awake, diminishing just a bit of Katsuki’s guilt for waking him. Iida reaches out and cards his fingers through sweat damp hair, combing it away from his forehead. The blunt nails against his scalp send a shudder through him, that he’s not sure if he shows or not. But he’s looking into Iida’s eyes, red faced and slowly evening out his own breaths. Iida’s large, warm hand cups the back of his neck as he leans down into his space, and ever so softly asks, “Come with me?” And Katsuki can only nod minutely, because it’s all so much, and he has no idea why he feels like something precious and soft right now under Iida’s gaze, when he’s been so sure he’s not either of those things. Iida looks to Eijirou and Katsuki startles internally, because he had forgotten he was there entirely. Eijirou’s bedroom door is wide open and he can only hope Denki won’t wake too, because of all of this. Because of him. He’s not sure what Iida says but he can almost feel the vibrations of his voice through him. It’s good, it’s safe. He hears Eijirou ask, “Are you sure?” Iida nods firmly and lets go of Katsuki; which, honestly, shouldn’t feel as devastating as it does. Eijirou turns to Katsuki then. “Yeah Eiji,” it comes out a bit hoarse so he clears his throat and tries again. “M’gonna stay with Iida tonight.” Eijirou nods and opens his arms in invitation and Katsuki quickly shuffles into the space made for him, receiving a light squeeze in reward. It’s good, and soon Eijirou is turning him around in his arms and depositing him in Iida’s. He wasn’t this pliantly tactile up until two years ago; and it feels so good, when he’s been touch starved for so long and can’t ever seem to initiate anything. Iida’s arm slides around his shoulders, and he only then notices that he’d slipped into his room and retrieved his phone and charging dock. His room light and AC are also off, and Iida gently pulls his door shut with a quiet click echoing in the hallway. “Message me,” he hears Eijirou telling Iida, and some more soft words are exchanged between the two before Iida slowly ushers him down the hallway, arm still protectively around Katsuki's shoulders.

He feels small, but good. He wants to be good right now after causing all this worry. His legs feel like his knees bend too easily, too quickly, and they could give out at any moment. He stumbles into the elevator only caught by Iida’s arm around his chest from falling forward. He’s momentarily confused by his own state, but he supposes he’s been riding the edges of his panic attack for so long now, that he’s bound to feel it physically. He registers the door closing and Iida punching in a number for his floor. Then his world tips, and he’s being hoisted up in a full-on, Princess-carry, against Iida’s chest. It’s the right amount of firm and warm, and he leans into it easily. It stops his head spinning so much, and he inhales shakily against Iida’s sleep shirt. It’s a softness that comes with aged fabric worn over and over again, and it’s saturated with the scents of a soft white-musk and some expensive fabric softener. He looks up distractedly, and sees Iida already watching him with an unreadable expression. Not that he has any idea what expression he’s wearing either, but he supposes he looks exhausted. He certainly feels it. “Okay?” Iida asks softly, and Katsuki watches his mouth form the words before looking back to his eyes and nodding slowly. Iida’s glasses have slipped down his nose and he can’t adjust them because, again, he’s fucking Princess-carrying Katsuki! He reaches up with an unsteady index finger, and pushes them gently back up Iida’s nose. He realizes distractedly, that he can smell the solution from Iida’s glasses-cleaning packets. A soft sterile scent that’s so him, and he barely has enough time to question how he knows it so distinctly before the doors are sliding open, and Iida’s padding down the quiet hallway towards his room. He’s not jostled even slightly, when Iida balances the backs of his knees in the crook of his elbow as he opens his door and walks inside; shutting it slowly and quietly with his foot.

Iida sets him on the bed where the comforter is already pulled back, and moves to grab his water bottle, all the while keeping his eyes on him. Katsuki glances around until he locates the windows and stares hard; Iida must put it together in his mind because he speaks softly then, “It’s locked.” But Katsuki still visibly startles and glances at him, then to the door. Iida keeps his eyes on him and wordlessly moves to the door, clicking the lock into place. Katsuki feels his spine relax a bit. It’s only then that he really looks around the room; He notices that it’s not as overbearingly bright as his. Iida has a small bedside lamp on, that illuminates the room just enough, and saves electricity. Soft yellowish hues instead of bright white light, cast even softer, and unintimidating shadows around the room. It feels warm and safe. Iida sits on the edge of the bed and the dip it creates surprises him more than it should. He knows Iida is big and built, but he hasn’t really been tactile with him enough outside of training and fighting together, for it to really register like this. He realizes with a start that he zoned out looking at Iida’s torso while he was being offered his, honestly, gigantic water bottle. And then Iida is raising the spout and nudging it gently against Katsuki’s lips instead. He opens his mouth instinctively and takes a long draw of cool water and only then realizes that he’s beyond parched. He continues taking long pulls and distantly registers he could just take the bottle from Iida, and hold it for himself but he just…doesn’t. He looks up at Iida through his lashes as he drinks and he can’t really believe the soft look that’s being directed at him. He supposes this is a bit of a revelation for Iida - just how needy and out of it Katsuki can be in these episodes. How he willingly accepts care and comfort in this headspace. Katsuki hopes as he looks at him, that Iida can tell just how much he’s trusting him in this moment. He pulls back when he’s had enough and Iida puts it within reach on the nightstand.
He hands him his phone from his pocket and sets the dock on the nightstand too. “Do you want to take them out?” He asks. And Katsuki contemplates if he feels safe enough right now to plunge himself into the usual reprieve of near soundlessness. He does. He just…he can’t believe it really, but he feels somewhat self-conscious of it in this moment, in front of Iida. He knows it’s silly; Iida learned sign language almost as fast as Izuku when he found out about Katsuki’s hearing loss. He told him to his face, that he’s proud of how he’s handled it, what an inspiration he is to him and will be to his fans. And Katsuki had just nodded, overwhelmed by the warmth of it all, and not knowing how to respond. He mutters a, “Not yet,” from where he sits on the bed, and pulls the comforter up to his hips, tugging at it from where it’s restricted under Iida. Iida gets up too quickly with hushed, “sorry,” and smoothes the fabric. He takes the pillow from next to Katsuki and sets it on the ground. He starts to move away, and Katsuki feels panic return almost full force. He’s snatching Iida’s wrist before he can process it fully. He’s pretty sure he scraped him viciously with his nails in the process, but Iida doesn’t flinch; he simply gravitates back into Katsuki’s space, hovering over him with nothing but concern in his eyes. He feels crazy and unreasonable, but Iida hasn’t pulled away and he needs him with him right now. He needs his back against the solid room wall, and Iida a safe, strong barrier in front of him. “Are you sure?” Is all he asks, and Katsuki feels relief wash over him in waves. He nods rapidly. Iida pulls the comforter back, and Katsuki lies down and shuffles back against the wall like he needs. Iida slides into the space in front of Katsuki. The bed dips even more than before and Katsuki can’t catch himself before he rolls flush against him, hands tucked into his own chest. Iida doesn't startle, he simply pulls the comforter up to their chests, tucking one arm under his own pillow, while the other arm hovers awkwardly in the air like he has no idea where to put it. Katsuki purses his lips, and reaches out for his wrist to look at the red, irritated, cat-like scratches he put there. His mouth opens but no apology comes out. He just looks at the welts raising there. Iida breaks him out of it when he speaks, “You didn’t hurt me, Katsuki.” Katsuki disagrees but he’s not sure how to argue that right now. He resolves to argue about it tomorrow. For now, Katsuki slips Iida’s arm under the comforter and drapes it, tentatively, over his middle. He supposes there was no other option at this proximity. The points of contact tingle, replacing the adrenaline clawing at the underside of his skin. They’re on their sides facing each other; well, Katsuki’s technically facing Iida’s collar bones at this level, with the back of his hands resting against Iida’s chest. He wants to say thank you, needs to say it, but for some reason, when he opens his mouth what comes out is “m’sorry.” Iida shifts his other arm that’s tucked under his pillow, he brings his hand down carding it through Katsuki’s hair deeper than before, prompting him to look up into soft, inky eyes already waiting for him. “Don’t be,” he says, and Katsuki just stares. “I’m so glad you reached out to me Katsuki. When you didn’t respond I rushed over and I…I could hear... I just…I’m glad you did Katsuki. I want you here. You’re safe.” Katsuki simply leans into the touch. Letting his neck and jaw relax first, then concentrating on relaxing all of himself, until he feels thoroughly melted into the space between the wall and Iida. He knows Iida is watching him still, but instead of overbearing he just feels cared for. Iida cards his fingers softly through his hair again guiding sweat damp spikes off his forehead and ears and neck, so that the cool air of the room can give his overheated body some respite. He knows he’s probably pink and blotchy on his cheeks and chest and…and now Iida can see all of it clearly, as his hair is gently pulled back. But it’s soothing him so well; he doesn’t pull away. His heart stutters...then picks up slightly, as he feels Iida blowing gently on his forehead to dry the sweet smelling, glycerin sweat there. He almost mistook the featherlight feeling for a soft forehead kiss, and he’s completely caught off guard by how disappointed he is that it isn’t. He wants so badly for Iida to lean down and kiss his forehead, and he’s not sure how to fucking process that right now. Maybe it comes with the territory; he’s already let himself be this vulnerable and Iida has been nothing but caring, maybe his body just wants more and more to see how much it can get away with.

He genuinely startles this time when he hears Iida rumble softly above him “Katsuki?” And he can’t not look up at that. Iida’s looking down at him like he’s something precious again…not fragile. And he feels so good right now, it’s ridiculous and sad all at once. It reminds him just how touch starved he is. “Sleepy?” Iida rumbles and Katsuki shakes his head because as relaxed as he feels, he’s also keyed up from this interaction and cuddle fest they’ve got going on, to actually sleep. Iida nods and removes his hand from Katsuki’s middle in favor of reaching awkwardly behind himself. His hand comes back with what he realizes, is a wet wipe. The hand carding through his hair, cradles the back of his head so that Katsuki’s leaning back ever so slightly. With the other hand, Iida begins to gently wipe at the tear tracks and sweat. Katsuki's breath hitches at the cold contact, and Iida let’s out something akin to a soft coo in response. Katsuki doesn’t even know if he knows he did it. But it settles him, up until Iida starts wiping his neck. It feels so over-sensitive that his breath hitches, and Iida’s eyes immediately snap to his. Katsuki has no idea what to do with himself as they look at each other. Iida pulls his head closer to his minutely, to swipe at Katsuki’s damp neck back, and he’s helpless to the way his eyes flit down to Iida’s lips, almost expectantly, as result of the small motion. Katsuki’s had moments when he’d wanted to be kissed before. Small, fleeting hormonal moments with Deku and Eijirou and even Sero. He had a puppy crush on his Sensei at one point, and it was absolutely ridiculous, but he the audacity to want to be kissed then too. But none of them compare to right now...because he feels like needs Iida to kiss him like he needs to breathe. He wants to feel what his lips feel like against his. But he’ll definitely, happily settle for those lips on his forehead, or even his cheek. Hell, even the tip of his nose. He can’t bring himself to lean up to him though. And once again, Katsuki has no idea what his face is doing. Iida reaches behind himself and deposits the used wipe somewhere, without leaning away from Katsuki. Katsuki distractedly wonders if his strict class president just littered on his own floor. But then Iida’s arm is slipping back under the comforter tugging it up around them again, and slipping over Katsuki's middle like it belongs there. The warmth is immediate. They still haven’t looked away from each other. Iida’s thumb moves gently as he rubs Katsuki’s head. And Katsuki, in a wild moment of all of his brain cells committing mass suicide, leans into him and presses his forehead firmly against Iida’s lips. It’s met with a kiss like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Iida’s puckered mouth feels plush and warm and damp, against his forehead, and relief wracks through him like a storm; Katsuki shudders through it, warm breath stuttered out against Iida’s neck. He stays pressed there because he can’t bring himself to break the kiss. Iida’s lips release with a soft smack and immediately press firmly back to his forehead in another kiss.
Katsuki feels insane
Katsuki feels completely alive and completely out of his mind because this is so good, it’s so good and Iida’s so good to him, and wants and wants and wants, to be so good for him too.
He’s not sure where all of this is coming from or what to do with it, but he doesn’t want to waste time dissecting it all and lose the moment. Iida takes a measured breath against Katsuki’s hairline, and his hand tightens ever so slightly around Katsuki’s middle and
Oh.
OH.
He’s breathing him in.
He’s breathing Katsuki in.
He’s affected by this too. Katsuki isn’t insane. Iida feels at least part of it too. Although Katsuki supposes he’s all keyed up and overstimulated from everything tonight, it makes sense if he were to be more affected by this than Iida. Another kiss against his forehead is released with another soft smack and Iida buries his nose in the top of Katsuki’s head instead, still taking deep measured breaths of his scent in. Katsuki untangles one of his hands from where they're pressed between their chests, and tentatively slides it over Iida’s ribs. He feels him stiffen for just moment, then he's pulling Katsuki flush against his larger body by the hand on his middle, until his palm rests against Katsuki’s lower back protectively. His other hand still cupping the back of Katsuki’s head angles his face into his neck where he’s drowning in a scent that’s so distinctly Iida, that Katsuki thinks he could find him blindfolded after this. He can’t tell which heartbeat is his in this proximity, just that they’re both too fast to be normal. They take in slow breaths against each other until it all evens out. Katsuki’s last thought before he drifts off to sleep, is that he doesn’t want this to end.

Katsuki blinks blearily, as he processes the warm body braced over him, by an elbow near his head. Barely any weight rests on him and he actually appreciates the consideration, because he’s already panting through soft puffs from his mouth. A warm press against his neck causes him to realize with a start, that he’s in Iida’s room. He’s caged in under him protectively, and Iida’s nosing at his neck, kissing his neck. A soft kiss is pressed just under his jaw, and warmth shoots through him to his core. He instinctively tries to squeeze his legs shut, but Iida’s there. A firm, immovable, warm presence hovering between his legs. He’s dying for some friction, and Iida must notice because a warm breath is puffed against his neck, in something akin to a fond chuff that sends Katsuki reeling and breaking out into goose bumps. Suddenly Katsuki is weightless and suspended. He’s being moved through the air in a daze by strong arms, and in one smooth movement, he’s positioned on strong, flexing thighs. He comes face to face with Iida and loses his breath again, because Iida is already smiling that soft, fond smile at him, as he pants red-faced against the other’s mouth. Katsuki’s mouth hangs open and he’s again, surprised by just how good he feels. Iida’s hands are wrapped around his middle securely, and Katsuki keens as he tests their strong hold and nothing gives. He realizes, as he fidgets, that he can now press up against Iida. He cants his hips and the bit of friction he feels from it lights him up absolutely everywhere. He gasps right into Iida’s mouth, slack jawed and wanting. Iida’s breath hitches ever so slightly. He rumbles a quiet “Katsuki?” And Katsuki is helpless to the way his hips answer for him, rolling again, against the torso in front of him, full of soft relaxed muscle; Its enough to feel like he might shatter apart from just this. He gasps and slides his hands from Iida’s plush chest to loop them around his thick neck. He’s leaning in before he even processes it, and just before he can press his lips against Iida’s…there’s friction against his crotch…firmer and more distinct than before, and Katsuki is startling awake, his hips still twitching minutely of their own accord. The muscles in his stomach contract and shudder, and Katsuki needs to calm down right now before starts humping the thigh between his legs like a fucking tween.

He forces himself into full consciousness and distracts himself by processing his strange surroundings. Everything from last night washes over him as he remembers the events in waves. Breath coming shorter and shorter with each memory. He can’t believe it all happened; he doesn’t even feel the self-loathing that usually comes with showing his insecurities to someone new. Well, Iida’s definitely not new, but he’s never been privy to that side of Katsuki before. And Katsuki showed him willingly, and accepted everything he was offered. He starts to make sense of their position and startles all over again. They’re almost just as they were when they fell asleep, except Iida’s leaned forward more with one leg between Katsuki’s but not pressed against him, thank fuck! Iida’s huge bicep is between his shoulder and jaw, and it’s a weirdly comforting pressure on the side of his neck that’s forced Katsuki’s head to angle up, towards Iida. Katsuki can see his sleep-soft face lightly smushed against the pillow. He removed his glasses at some point after Katsuki dozed off, it seems. And Katsuki can’t breathe because he’s so pretty like this. Hair fluffier than usual and spread out on the pillow. Thick eyebrows relaxed, long lashes against his cheekbones. Plush mouth, and a perfect jaw that transitions to a thick neck. He’s got little indents from his glasses on the inner corners of his nose bridge that Katsuki wants to soothe with his fingertips. He’s so pretty, Katsuki thinks again helplessly. He watches Iida’s face closely for any signs of waking as he pulls his leg off of his, and retracts his hips ever so stealthily. A small furrow appears on Iida’s brow that Katsuki soothes by rubbing his back, up to his shoulder, and then draping his hand over Iida’s middle again. Katsuki closes his eyes again because he doesn’t want this to end. There are no classes today and he’s willing to forgo his morning run for this. He wants to doze like this. There’s no sunlight peeking through the curtains but he knows there will be soon, from the sounds of the outside world. His eyes flit around even under his eyelids, and he struggles to stop it; trying to go back to sleep but he can’t help it. He wants to see him. He wants to drink this in while he can. And then the best thing happens. A soft pitter patter starts up against the roof, then against the window. He feels the temperature drop even more, and then it starts to pour in earnest and it’s perfect. It’s so perfect his breath stutters, and he breathes deep because his hands want to stim. He wants to shake the overwhelming feeling in his palms out. He grips Iida’s sleep shirt tight for some reprieve. It’s the pure adrenaline he feels as he free falls in the air, but in his palms instead. It’s so overwhelming that he doesn’t realize how hard he’s gripping until Iida hums and Katsuki gasps in response. “Are u okay Katsuki?” Iida’s chest vibrates with the words as they come out deeper than ever before in his sleepy voice. Katsuki forces himself to respond evenly “Just stimming…” he leaves the implication of the unsaid hanging in the air. Iida thinks for a beat, then in that deep voice asks “Overwhelmed?” And Katsuki puffs out a laugh “Yeah but like…s’good. All of it. Happens when it rains.” Again, Iida is silent for a moment while he processes that, until he leans down further and Katsuki responds immediately by glancing up into sleep-soft eyes. “You like the rain,” Iida sounds almost awed by something so simple. As if the layer Katsuki peeled back to offer this tiny insight of himself were some sort of gift. “I love the rain,” he says. And it’s easy because it’s true. “I thought you didn’t like the cold,” Iida muses, and Katsuki smiles, a small thing that shows his whisker dimples indenting his cheeks. Iida stares. “I fucking don’t. But the rain is…something.” Katsuki doesn’t think he explained that well enough at all, but Iida nods like he understands regardless. He’s still staring. Katsuki thinks he should blink soon or his eyes will burn. “Can u see without your glasses?” He asks. “Iida burrows further into his pillow smushing his cheek even more in the process and it’s so cute. It has no right being this cute. Katsuki might die. Iida just hums and answers in that deep voice, “I can see you.” Katsuki’s breath hitches without his permission. Iida continues on in that voice like Katsuki isn’t combusting internally in front of him, like Katsuki isn’t dying from this. “Up close I can see you perfectly. I’m near sighted.” A pause, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face that’s long gone slack, and then, “I never knew you had whisker dimples. I’ve never seen you this up close.” Katsuki swallows and responds like an idiot, “We’ve sparred up close.” Iida’s lips tick up slightly and Katsuki wants to bite them in retaliation for finding amusement in his torture. “I was busy trying not to die Katsuki.” And Katsuki absolutely fractures at the sound of his name in that voice, coming from that subtle smirk. He knows he shudders because Iida looks so surprised. Like he doesn’t know what to do now. And Katsuki sympathizes because he doesn’t know either. And they’re idiots, aren’t they? Katsuki thinks they should be kissing. Maybe Iida thinks the same. But he’s a gentleman and Katsuki’s a coward who knows nothing about initiating physical touch outside of a fight. But he wants. He wants and he wants and he’s trying to send that message to Iida with his brain because he can’t put it into words. He can’t and he won’t. He’s stubborn and if Iida wants too, then this is on him. But fuck if he isn’t trying his hardest to make that known. Maybe Iida sees it in his eyes because he leans down tentatively, looking into Katsuki’s eyes all the while. He redirects and hovers over Katsuki’s cheeks and Katsuki doesn’t even feel disappointed. He closes his eyes waiting for the press of lips. Then, right by his ear Iida speaks, his voice somehow lower than ever “May I kiss your dimples, Katsuki?” And Katsuki shatters apart all over again in his arms from it all. He nods rapidly against Iida’s shoulder but Iida doesn’t move he speaks again right next to his ear “Please use your words, Katsuki.” And it’s so overwhelmingly good, he’s so good and Katsuki just wants to be good for him. He forces his answer out on a breath against his collar bone, an uncharacteristic “Yes please,” but it’s worth it. He can feel Iida smiling, and he feels like he is good, he’s been good for him, he used his words. The next words surprise him entirely, “Please smile for me Katsuki?” And the little blushing smile is automatic. He feels when Iida’s breath hitches and gets trapped in his chest then warm, damp lips are pressing kisses to his dimple. He counts four small kisses before he’s smiling uncontrollably wider; his cheeks rise and his dimple indents even deeper. He feels like he shouldn’t be this happy over something so small, but now the kisses are grazing his eyelashes as warm breath tickles his face, and he needs to stop smiling so wide right this instant so he bites his bottom lip and traps it. He loses count of the kisses on his right dimple before Iida pulls back. Katsuki intended to stop smiling by the time Iida pulled back so he wouldn’t see just how alight Katsuki is from this. But he can’t stop and, Iida’s eyes go wide at the sight. He pulls his arm from under the pillow and caresses Katsuki’s cheeks in a daze. Katsuki feels his smile soften. He turns his face to show Iida his other dimple of his own accord. Iida leans in easily and presses the same small kisses against this dimple while his hand holds his jaw at the perfect angle. And Katsuki’s smile goes wide again. He closes his eyes. Iida relents in his onslaught when an honest to God giggle bursts out of Katsuki, and he buries his own smile against Katsuki’s hair. “K….ki yo..r l……” Katsuki’s eyes snap open as the sounds distort more and more, fizzles into soft crackling then complete silence. His hand snaps to his ear and of course he slept with them in, because he was too fucking caught up in the moment and vulnerable to take them out last night. Fuck. The low battery warnings probably went off while he was still asleep. He tries turning them up but nothing happens. Iida slides down the bed to be eye level with him and looks at him questioningly as he fidgets with his hearing aids. And for the first time in a long time Katsuki feels insecure about it. His mouth opens and closes a few times then snaps shut. Because he’s suddenly afraid that he won’t form the words right if he can’t hear them. He’s about to lift his hand to sign to Iida when a finger is crooked under his chin forcing him to look at him. Iida signs, ‘Let me put them to charge for you,’ then holds his hand out expectantly. Katsuki slips his hearing aids off and hands them over to Iida, who twists around to place them in charging dock he’d gotten him last Christmas. Katsuki is momentarily distracted as Iida’s T-shirt is pulled taught around his muscles and pudge from the motion. Iida twists back around to face him and smiles when he sees where Katsuki’s eyes are directed. When he does raise his eyes to meet Iida’s he looks only a little sheepish. Iida settles next to him again without prompting.

Katsuki signs ‘What were you saying before?’ And Iida…Iida smiles wide with pink tinting from one cheek, all the way over his nose bridge, to the other cheek, and Katsuki wants to follow the path with his lips. Iida signs back fluently, ‘Your laugh is so pretty,’ and quickly puts a finger to his nose as if to adjust his glasses in a nervous tick, then fumbles entirely when he realizes he didn’t have them on to begin with. The whole scene is hilarious and Katsuki laughs, really laughs and he knows it’s loud and unrestrained but Iida looks so captivated by it that it can’t be all that bad, can it? Iida signs again, ‘Can you hear me?’ Katsuki nods, grabs his T-shirt collar and pulls him to his ear. And when Iida speaks, he hears him fine, but he also feels the words form against his ear and he feels the way the rumble out of his chest pressed against him, then he processes the words…Katsuki breaks apart at the seams all over again from Iida’s words… “So pretty Katsuki.” Katsuki’s not even sure where he is anymore, he doesn’t know what he’s made up of either because right now, he feels like his whole being is just one giant cluster of butterflies fluttering ceaselessly and he might simply float away all together. He’s never felt like this and he knows it shows. He feels how short his breaths are, he knows he’s gasping noisily, mouth open and eyes lidded, and Iida pulls back to look at him just like that. Just as he is. Openly wanting and completely gone. Katsuki tips his head back to suck more oxygen in through his mouth but he doesn’t look away from Iida. He’s not sure what happens now, as his breaths even out, but he thinks he’d fight tooth and nail if someone tried to remove either of them from this bed. He’s overwhelmed again and he doesn’t think he could handle it if Iida actually kissed him on the mouth right now, so he does the only thing he can think of and presses his forehead to Iida’s lips again. And again, and again and again. Until Iida gets the message and plants those soft kisses one after the other on his forehead. Iida raises his hand to the side and signs ‘Nap with me?’ And Katsuki releases a deep breath and nods against his lips. They hold each other just as they did the night before, with Iida’s nose buried in his hair and Katsuki’s face in the crook of Iida’s neck, but this time Katsuki’s slung a leg up and over Iida’s hip, careful not to press against him. They lie there with Iida caressing his back and Katsuki with a vice grip on Iida’s T-shirt.

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When Katsuki wakes again, it’s because of soft vibrations under his leg and a familiar, steady hum. It takes him a moment to reorient himself and remember where he is and who he’s with. He blinks as he scans his surroundings, and can appreciate the thick curtains that block out all the harsh morning light, save for a soft orange glow around the edges of the window. The room is still cool by his standards thanks to the AC, but he’s so comfortably warm in his cocoon. Said cocoon moves slightly and his eyes snap to the person holding him so snugly. He has Iida’s right arm trapped under him and it’s curled protectively over his waist; his leg is still slung over Iida’s hips and he can feel the warmth emanating from his mufflers as he cools his engines softly. Katsuki doesn’t know when the sound became so familiar and comforting to him, but it is. The soft vibrations travel through him until he can feel them in every breath. He glances up at Iida then. He’s immersed in reading something or the other on his phone. His glasses are back in place, but his eyes are still sleep-soft and his hair is a pretty mess that Katsuki would like to card his fingers through.

His fingers twitch at the thought where they rest on Iida’s side and suddenly their eyes meet. The way Iida immediately softens and gravitates even more into Katsuki’s space, should really not affect his heart rate the way it does. Iida’s phone is placed somewhere on the pillow and his hand cups the back of Katsuki’s head. Katsuki only then becomes aware of the faint ache in the back of his neck, as Iida begins to caress it. His eyes flutter closed and he tightens his grip on Iida’s shirt.

He feels Iida slip his hearing aids into his ears and he reaches up to secure them in place and turn them on.

“Good morning, Katsuki. Sato’s on breakfast duty today.”

Katsuki hums a bit hoarsely, then wills his vocal cords to cooperate as he offers a rough, “morning Iida.” When Katsuki looks at him again, he looks so fond that Katsuki almost stops breathing from how soft the moment feels. “Maybe I miss the nicknames over you being so formal with me,” Iida’s still looking at him with that fond expression. “Figured it’s the least I could do,” Katsuki responds. When Iida stays silent, he continues, “fought a war with you all, just basic fuckin decency to use your names.” Iida looks like he’s turning something over in his mind for a moment and then,

“…Tenya.”

Katsuki doesn’t know how to respond to that, he must look apprehensive because Iida smiles and continues, “it’s just,” he purses his lips the way he does when he’s about to do something he finds particularly mischievous, “‘basic fucking decency’ after all Katsuki.” His eyes glint with mirth. Katsuki is wide-eyed, mouth hanging open, the way he always is anytime Iida swears. An indelicate snort leaves his mouth. Iida shakes with quiet laughter and Katsuki smacks his arm as he laughs right along with him.

As their laughter dies down, he reaches up mindlessly to push Iida’s glasses back up his nose from where they’d slid down. Iida quiets immediately, and once again they’re sucked into a vacuum of just them. A delicate moment with eyes locked. Iida’s engine revs, and Katsuki startles at the burst of warmth and the strength of the vibration. “I-I apologize, just a nervous tick I believe,” Iida looks so out of his depth. Katsuki finds he likes this.

He likes this too much.

Iida’s flustered for him!

It’s a good look on him too; that soft blush across his nose is back, lips parted and unsure. Katsuki must be out of his mind, he has no idea what sort of mess he must look like right now after last night, but his brain has apparently switched to thirsty-flirt-mode, because what comes out of his mouth is, “do I make you nervous Tenya?” The name feels foreign in his mouth, but no less thrilling to say. The way Tenya stops breathing all together, makes Katsuki falter. Tenya doesn’t respond for a long moment. His breath punches out of him suddenly like he had forgotten breathing was a thing he had to do, and then he’s trying to steady his breathing and hide just how erratic it is. Katsuki thinks deliriously that he’s maybe gone too far with all of this. It’s still Iida Tenya and Katsuki can’t be sure how this will play out. He’s flirted before, obnoxiously with the guys he’s comfortable with while sparring or otherwise, if nothing but to feed his ego; And sarcastically when someone attempts to embarrass him - But this is Tenya and Tenya well…he’s Iida Tenya. And one does not simply flirt with Iida Tenya; And Katsuki thinks maybe he should’ve workshopped this a bit. He watches him swallow and clear his throat. Katsuki’s muscles are tensed and ready to flee, but he needs to wait this out, he needs Tenya to just say something already. As annoyed as he is at himself for having no filter, he also desperately needs to gauge Tenya’s headspace and intentions after last night.

◦ “You do…I must admit you do… make me nervous that is.”

Katsuki blinks

“You’ve always challenged and rewritten the rules with a confidence I’ve never acquired.”

More quickened breaths leave Tenya

“At first, I was confused, then I was impressed… Somewhere along the line it became difficult to breathe around you”

Katsuki’s face scrunches up on instinct. He’s not sure if he should be offended.

Iida’s gaze roves over his features as he continues. “My quirk is speed Katsuki,” he says like that explains everything.

Katsuki’s face settles into a confused scowl. He can’t shake the knee-jerk reaction of feeling like he’s being made fun of.

Tenya’s gaze bores into his as he continues more seriously, sounding out the words slowly like Katsuki’s a fucking idiot.

“My quirk. Is speed.” He repeats. “And you make me out of breath. You. You make me feel like I’ve just used Recipro at full power.”

Katsuki’s eyes widen.

Tenya takes a long shuddering breath in, “It’s the same feeling.”

A warm exhale is puffed against Katsuki’s already flushed face

“I had been terrified of that feeling for a long while until it became the norm around you.”

Katsuki realizes with a start that he’s being confessed to. Not that he has anything to compare it to. Unless you count him and Izuku screaming their insecurities and admiration for each other simultaneously, mid-fight. But Iida presses on in spite of Katsuki’s internal crisis.

“For a long time, I thought that you were not good for my heart rate. I would avoid you when possible. But it…it has proven impossible to avoid you, to ignore you.”

Katsuki is utterly unprepared for what his poor-excuse at flirting has unleashed on his inexperienced heart. What kind of fucking romantic-?

“It felt like trying to escape the sun. No matter where we are your presence is all consuming. I failed miserably at controlling what I feel for you so I thought I might as well try to understand it…”

Tenya pauses and searches his face with a calm that Katsuki can in no way fucking relate to. His heart is thrashing itself against his ribs. He realizes belatedly that tiny sparks are scattering across his palm from how overwhelmed he feels. They pop harmlessly against Tenya’s bicep. He absently muffles them in a fist and continues to stare wide-eyed at the beautiful idiot, splitting his heart open in front of him.

“I’ve long come to accept what I feel for you Katsuki, but I’ve never felt like it was the right moment to confess - Like I ever had any sort of chance with someone so blinding.” A wistful smile settles on his face.

“I like to think myself quite eloquent. I’ve tried to write down how I feel about you, the whys, the pros and cons of confessing, in true nerd fashion might I add.” The mirth twinkling in his eyes manages to calm Katsuki minutely as he mirrors Tenya’s shuddering inhale. It seems they both need to prepare for whatever is about to come out of his mouth next. Tenya’s engines rev softly in unpredictable bursts, betraying just how nervous he is.

“I was a fool. My mess of words will never do you justice. They’re too small to encompass you. I am constantly searching for heavier phrases to interpret all that you’ve branded onto me. I could never translate what you are; what you are to me Katsuki.”

Katsuki needs to kiss him

“There is no one and nothing like you. You’re a phenomenon.”

Katsuki is going to kiss him

“You’re so brash and rude and a brat and…”

Tenya will not be getting any fucking kisses

“…and beautiful…”

Oh…okay then

“…and it’s all a cover for how much you care, how much you sacrifice. I’ve tried to confess, believe me I’ve rehearsed, but when you’re in front of me…”

Tenya grips him tighter in frustration as if searching for the words

“…I’m at a loss at the sight of you.” Tenya rubs absently along his spine

“You’re the sun Katsuki just look at you.” He caresses Katsuki’s cheek like he’s made of pure light, and takes his hand in his. Tenya gently pries open his palm and smiles at tiny sparks still dancing there.

Then far too quickly he comes back to himself. He glances up, still cradling Katsuki’s hand to his chest. “Katsuki please understand that I don’t expect anything to come of this.”

What the fuck?!

“You have no obligation towards me. I’ve only found the courage to say this to you now because… I fear I’ve been so transparent with you these few hours that…you must know. I know it shows and it would be hypocritical of me to deny it now. It would be a lie to pretend otherwise. I hope I have not made you uncomfortable, I hope I have not ruined our friendship, because it would be enough.” It comes out on a whisper. “Being your friend is enough. I just thought it was time to be honest.”

Tenya’s expression is still one of calm acceptance, but Katsuki can’t believe the palpable affection he finds there too. Katsuki’s confidence is a mixture of fake bravado and absolute assurance in his own abilities, driven by the need for perfection. He has wanted to be feared and admired since he was a child. But he’s never considered what it would be like to have someone who feels the things that Tenya claims to feel for him. It feels foreign, unbelievable almost, when the words clash against Katsuki’s insecurities. But it also feels something akin to blasphemy, to treat Tenya’s confession as anything but the truth.

He’s blinking at Katsuki slowly like he has all the patience in the world. Like he knows Katsuki is so fucking bad at this. He doesn’t look nervous. Like he’ll meet Katsuki halfway no matter what his choice is. Like he’s long prepared for rejection.

Katsuki realizes that he’s been breathing too shallowly again, so as not to break the moment. His chest heaves as he regulates his breathing, but not once does he look away from Tenya. He’s out of his depth, sure, but Tenya doesn’t deserve a coward avoiding his gaze. He’s too brave, and too good for that.

Tenya falters a little, the longer Katsuki stares. “I-I apologize Katsuki. I did not consider if you were emotionally ready to deal with my confession this morning.”

Katsuki can appreciate the consideration in hindsight

 “This is very poor timing on my part, please accept my sincere apology. I w- “

Katsuki presses the back of his hand against Tenya’s still stuttering lips. His words die in his throat and he stares wide-eyed at Katsuki. Katsuki huffs as a bewildered smile takes over his features - A wild disbelieving thing. He thinks of all they’ve endured together. The quiet respite they found in each other amidst the chaos.

He looks at him then. Really looks. Pretty inky blue hair and eyes soft in the barely there morning light. Frame so much bigger and taller than himself, that it’s left warmth pooling in his stomach and rippling under his skin far too many times to be normal. Katsuki isn’t exactly good with words. That’s an understatement. He’s gotten better, sure. But nothing compared to the absolute ode Tenya just delivered. And Katsuki has read his fair share of sappy mangas in the fortress of his room, to know romance when he encounters it. But he’s Bakugou Katsuki. And Bakugou Katsuki isn’t going to let his aversion to communication stop him.

He lifts his hands, still sparking in delicate little bursts as he signs, ‘Idiot. For someone so romantic and so smart you can’t tell when someone wants you back?’ His hands hover between them as Tenya processes his words. Then all at once he’s gripping Katsuki’s shirt so tightly that it must be permanently stretched out now.  

“Kat- “

Katsuki fists his hands to muffle more nervous sparks and pushes at Tenya’s chest with them. He goes easily, rolling onto his back as Katsuki follows unsteadily with the leg still slung over him. Tenya keeps his grip around Katsuki’s waist with one arm to steady him and sits up bracing his weight on the other, like a magnet to Katsuki’s gravitational pull.

Katsuki knows he’s charting unknown territory, but this is the only way he knows he can truly communicate what he feels right now. It’s not like his dream. Tenya is still taller despite Katsuki sitting on his fucking thighs. But everything also feels so much better than his dream, so much more real. He wants to stay in this moment forever. He thinks that of all the times he’s come close to kissing someone, it’s never felt like this. Tenya looks like he’s not sure if Katsuki is trying to get up and off the bed, or if they’re on same page. Again, Katsuki has no idea how to tell him it’s the former. He squirms a bit, if just to relish in all points of contact with Tenya holding him on his lap. He’s never been this level with Tenya’s face but he still has to look up ever so slightly. He unfurls his fists. He places his still sparkling palms on the forearm that’s secure around his waist and reaches for Tenya’s other arm to wrap around himself. He watches with satisfaction as the little sparks that dance on Tenya’s skin make his breath hitch, and he swears he sees him swallow a more-telling sound. Tenya steadies himself leaning further into Katsuki’s space as a result. But instead of hugging him he brings his other hand to cradle Katsuki’s cheek. Katsuki bites down on his bottom lip to contain a giddy smirk. His eyes are alight with the pure happiness coursing through him - with how right and safe it feels. Tenya’s eyes are immediately drawn to where his plush lip is being bitten and Katsuki feels his smile widen. It feels like a victory. He feels wanted in a way he’s been craving from Tenya without ever realizing fully; or allowing himself to understand. He sees the moment Tenya regains confidence. The mischievous pursing of lips as he meets Katsuki’s gaze. Tenya thumbs over where he knows his dimples are, and Katsuki bites down harder on his lip in anticipation. He wants to see Tenya lose this careful control…he wants to be cause. But the gentleness makes him patient in a way he didn’t know he could be. It’s not something either of them wants to rush, and in that shared realization they smile at each other. Katsuki runs his palms from Tenya’s forearms, up over the bulge of his biceps and shoulders, to find the skin of his neck. The helpless sparks he lets off there, causes Tenya to draw a sharp inhale. In what Katsuki swears is retaliation designed to cost him his sanity, Tenya’s thumb gently pries his reddened bottom lip, out from under his teeth. Katsuki instinctively licks his lips, and his tongue catches on the pad of Tenya’s thumb. It’s absolutely wild that the simple contact makes their eyes as hazy as it does. Katsuki gives himself a moment to breathe shakily. Tenya, who seemingly has no fucking regard for the state of Katsuki’s brain function, starts tracing his lips with his thumb. Katsuki’s panting dries whatever moisture was on his lips. His eyes widen as Tenya dips his thumb into his mouth. He feels delirious from this alone, and he can’t really match this Tenya in front of him, to the one he first met. His thoughts stutter and fizzle out, as his jaw is gently pressed open and Tenya’s thumb slides over his tongue. It tickles in a completely unexpected way that makes him retract his tongue. Tenya glances up from his mouth and Katsuki is quick to give a tentative, reassuring lick to the pad of the finger exploring his mouth. The grip around his waist tightens as Katsuki is pulled chest to chest against Tenya. Katsuki instinctively closes his lips and sucks on the finger in his mouth, to keep it from slipping out. Katsuki is suddenly aware of the heat of his own arousal and how close he is to being fully pressed against Tenya’s stomach. But neither seem ready for that level of contact in this delicate moment. And Katsuki’s beyond grateful for how much of a gentleman Tenya is, and how safe he feels with him. Reluctantly he lets his lips open, and lets Tenya withdraw his finger. It catches on his lower lip again like Tenya can’t help it. More sparks go off against Tenya’s neck…Katsuki watches him take a measured breath in. Tenya brings his hand between them and signs, “Are you sure?” Katsuki wants to say Yes! He’s so sure he wants him, needs him, he feels so much that he wants to be able to put a name to So yes! Of course! But when he opens his lips all that comes out on a breath is,

“Tenya…” and Tenya must finally understand because his expression goes even softer. And then his thumb is lifting Katsuki’s chin and his forefinger is caressing his face, cradling Katsuki’s jaw in his hand. And Tenya’s leaning in slowly, eyes flitting from Katsuki’s lips, to his eyes and back again. Katsuki doesn’t waiver - He lets Tenya come to him, he lets him brush their noses featherlight and full of affection, he lets him tilt his head from where he’s holding his jaw, he allows his spine to arch when Tenya’s grip on his waist tightens, and his vision goes blurry as he tries to keep his eyes on Tenya’s lips the closer he comes, so he doesn’t land an off-centre kiss. And then slick, plush lips are slotting against his and pressing a kiss that lights him up absolutely everywhere, from the inside out. And Tenya sighs into it like its pure relief, like it’s so good, like Katsuki is so good; and Katsuki can’t help the almost-whimper at the back of his throat. He bumps against Tenya's glasses. His brow furrows as he pulls back from Tenya’s lips to suck a breath in, through his mouth. He has no idea when his eyes squeezed shut in earnest, but he leans in regardless, for more. Tenya meets him more enthusiastically than the first, careful press of lips. And when he sucks on Katsuki’s lower lip and licks across it, Katsuki can’t help but think how unfair it is of him. He retaliates immediately with a gentle, but mean bite, to Tenya’s bottom lip – Tenya’s fingers are threading through and gripping his hair, bending his head back and holding it in place, and Katsuki’s hips twitch noticeably. Tenya’s grip on his hair goes almost slack in surprise, and then tightens even more. Katsuki can’t hold in the desperate little, “Mmph!” that comes out of him. His head feels so light, and he realizes that Tenya’s breaths are puffing against his face, while he’s been holding his like an idiot. He tries breathing through his nose and immediately feels the relief. Tenya pulls back to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and Katsuki bites his own bottom lip on a grin. He feels and knows he looks absolutely gone. Tenya continues kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids; But when he starts trailing those kisses along his jaw, under his ear and down his neck…. Katsuki starts moaning in earnest. He didn’t know he could sound like this. Soft and desperate and a higher pitch than is normal for him. But here he is, little moans escaping with every exhale, as warmth floods him. He belatedly wraps his arms around Tenya’s neck, to hold his palms away from his skin, as the sparks from his hands grow in size and heat.

Tenya tentatively licks at his neck…Katsuki shudders apart with a whimpered, “Tenya!” Tenya stutters at his name, for only a moment before he lets out an uncharacteristically rough, “Yeah?” Katsuki huffs an amused sound and sighs a delirious, “Yeah.” Tenya takes a moment to bump his nose against Katsuki’s cheek affectionately, then continues with small, suckling kisses along his throat; he’s so earnest in each little gesture. Katsuki lets out an honest-to-God, embarrassing sob, at how good it feels. Tenya stops abruptly at that “…Katsuki?” And no. Nononono he does not want him to stop, but Tenya doesn’t budge an inch at the little, bratty whine Katsuki lets out. He fucking waits for Katsuki to meet his worried gaze. “‘s cause it’s good,” Katsuki breathes. When Tenya just looks at him, he adds on a, “Promise Tenya,” for good measure as he tugs on his shirt. Tenya’s pupils are blown to all hell, and Katsuki revels in how small he feels on his lap. He finds himself biting down on his lip again, when he realizes he wants Tenya’s hands on his skin instead of over his shirt. Spurred on by the pure want and adoration in those eyes, Katsuki leans his chin against Iida’s chest and cranes his head back to look up into his eyes. A grin tugs at Katsuki’s lip from where his teeth trap it. He takes Tenya’s hand that’s still cradling his head, and tugs it to his waist to join the other. He lets Iida feel along his sides for a bit. Then he holds the fabric of his shirt between his knuckles and starts pulling it up. Tenya startles, and Katsuki promptly loses all bravado, shoves his face into Tenya’s chest and fists his hands there. But Tenya seems to have caught on regardless. He tentatively slides his palms under the soft shirt to encircle Katsuki’s waist. His hands feel so big and warm and strong and…Tenya gasps. Katsuki isn’t sure why he’s gasping but he’s glad he’s reacting to him this way, all the same.

Tenya’s hands leave his waist to cradle his face again. And then he’s being kissed deeper than ever. And Tenya’s making these sounds into his mouth. Little groans and almost-growls that makes Katsuki’s hips twitch. He can’t hear or smell or feel anything but Tenya. When their tongues brush tentative and warm Katsuki lets his mouth drop open for Tenya to lick at him. He doesn’t mean to; he really doesn’t want to push this too far, but he squirms from how overstimulated he is and how good it feels - Tenya’s hips make an aborted twitch upwards, that has Katsuki gasping and questioning his entire existence. He doesn’t want to look down; Tenya is already pulling away and apologizing; But he definitely won’t be able to get that feeling out of his head now. Katsuki shushes his apologies with a mean, little nip to his bottom lip. “Liked it,” is all he offers in explanation. Tenya looks down and blushes all pretty, like he didn’t just take Katsuki to the brink of death and revive him all at once.

Tenya’s got that earnest look on his face again as he takes Katsuki’s hands in his, and brings them up to his face to kiss his knuckles. Katsuki has never felt so fucking delicate. “This isn’t the extent of my feelings Katsuki,” he says seriously. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to take you on a date.”

‘If you’ll have me??!’ Katsuki’s already decided this pretty human is his and he’s not letting go, but if Tenya wants to do this properly, he isn’t going to object. He tugs Tenya’s bottom lip between his quickly and releases. “What kind of date?”

Tenya replies quickly like it’s something he’s thought about a million times. “I can cook us something. Dinner on the roof, a movie as well maybe?” Katsuki’s immediately relieved that this rich boy didn’t suggest anything more public or extravagant. “Don’t want me to cook?” Tenya laughs at that, “you are the better chef but I’m the one asking you out. If you decide I’m worth a second date we can cook together perhaps?” Katsuki’s already decided that, there will in fact, be a second date. He just nods and pecks Tenya’s lips. It’s so easy to lean in and close the distance now that he’s allowed. It’s positively addicting with the way Tenya’s eyes go hazy every time he initiates.

They’re broken out of the moment by soft knocks on the door. Katsuki begrudgingly slips off of Tenya’s lap. Tenya stands gingerly and faces away to adjust himself, while Katsuki smothers a grin and pulls the duvet over his lap. Tenya adjusts his glasses and cracks the door open. He exchanges a few words with what sounds like Sato and Kirishima, then backs into the room with a tray of food. The door shuts with a click and Tenya flips the locks in place. He settles himself next to Katsuki and uncovers the bowls to steaming tamago gohan and miso soup. It’s exactly what Katsuki needs after what his system went through last night.

Breakfast is spent in quiet conversation. A date is shyly arranged for the following evening while a shared gym session and spar are arranged for that very afternoon.

Around 1pm Katsuki is warm and full, and completely cuddled out; face still tingling from all the little kisses peppered over his skin. They linger at the door, before he leaves to shower and book the training room. After the initial heated make out session and breakfast, their kisses had been more loving than desperate as they cuddled. But as Katsuki shifts from one foot to the other, clearly delaying his departure - Tenya understands. He walks Katsuki backwards until his back is against the door. He threads his fingers through soft ash blonde spikes and kisses Katsuki soundly. Katsuki’s hips buck of their own accord and he gasps out a “shitfuck sorry- “ But Tenya moves his hands to Katsuki’s  and squeezes reassuringly; and that mischievous, pouty smirk is back, “I liked it.” Then he’s kissing Katsuki’s pink nose and pulling back. Katsuki sputters indignantly for a moment before he rolls his eyes fondly and shoves him back so he can escape. Before he pulls the door shut, he signs a quick ‘See you later.’ Before he can second guess himself, he signs a quick kiss, turns on his heel, and proceeds to speed walk to the elevator.

Katsuki makes it to his room just as Eijirou is coming out of his.

“Kats hey! How’re you feeling?”

Katsuki unlocks his door and gestures for Eijirou to come in in lieu of answering in the hallway. He desperately wants to talk about what’s transpired, but he has absolutely no idea how to begin.

“Guess,” is what he settles on.

“Uhh you’re probably tired huh? Last night was pretty rough. Oh and you’re probably grouchy that you missed your morning run?”

“No Eiji- Well yeah but some other shit went down”

“You had another nightmare?”

Katsuki shakes his head, “Not bad shit, just…new”

It takes Eijirou a moment, bless his heart; he takes in Katsuki’s appearance in full, probably realizing he’s only just getting back from Tenya’s room. Flushed and tousled and completely rumpled all over, blushing like there’s no tomorrow- he sees the moment that the brain cells connect.

“Kats u slept together?” He whisper-yells.

“Fucking obviously! Oi but not like that Dumbass!”

“Oh. Well…huh?”

“We just like….” He gestures vaguely hoping he can just will the information into Eijirou’s brain without having to say the words.

“Ohh like handjobs?”

“EIJI!!” Katsuki wants the earth to crack open and take him right the fuck now!

“Bro, what?? What did I say? Hey you wanted me to guess!”

Katsuki grumbles and shakes a few sparks from his hands. “We just kissed dumbass…” it comes out in a rather Izukuesque mumble, but Eijirou hears it all the same.

“KATS! Kats ohmygodohmygod! Your first kiss bro! How was it? Was he the perfect gentleman?” Eijirou sets his chin on his palms and bats his eyelashes obnoxiously. Katsuki can’t help but snort. “Fucking dumbass,” it comes out far too fond. “Yeah like… the perfect fucking gentleman.”

“Awww Kaaaaaats~,” Eijirou singsongs, “I’m so happy for you man. Did he kiss you, goodbye, just now?”

“Uhhh this morning?” More mumbling in hopes Eijirou doesn’t actually put this bit together. A pause and then,

“Wait it’s like afternoon now Kats.”

Katsuki just scowls at him

“EHHHHHH???!”

Gods help him

“Ohmygodyouguysmadeout! Ohhh my god my grumpy KitKat and Class Prez. Ouuu, my babies grow up so fast!” He wipes an imaginary tear and sniffs dramatically.

“Oh, my fucking- Eiji shut the fuck up this is why I don’t say shit.”

“Kats I’m sorryyy I’m sorry man, c’mon you have to tell me how was itttahhh?”

“Look I’m only gonna say this once, okay?”

“Wait are we not telling the others?! They’re gonna be annoying about it for sure, but this is big…”

Katsuki screws up his nose in poor pretence of distaste, “…I’ll think about it…”

Eijirou grins and bounces in place

“You’re a fucking oversized puppy is what you are”

“Ehhh heard it all already. C’mon man I need the juicy details, spilllll!”

“Fucking ew Eiji. Look we just kind of…” He gestures again and lets out a long-suffering sigh when Eijirou just tilts his head like a confused puppy. “He fucking took care of me, okay? Like treated me like I was so fucking precious or whatever; that leads to cuddling somehow, I guess, natural fucking progression of things and… and this morning…” he takes a deep breath and steels himself against the sparkling eyes beaming at him from the human golden retriever invading his room. “This morning I flirted with him, okay? Fucking barely though! And he goes and fucking confesses!” Eijirou’s eyes widen at that. “I fucking know right?! Long-ass, perfect, fucking romantic speech, and it sort of clicked and gods knows what fucking possessed me Eiji but I sat on his fucking lap! And he just…” Katsuki strangles the imaginary version of the source of his plight, “…he just fucking was being, fucking charming and shit. Like who even acts like that?! I’m not weak, but he fucking touched me like I was gonna break or some shit, but am I fucking offended?! Apparently not! Because the motherfucker too damn sincere for his own good!” He’s breathing harshly again but he refuses to meet Eijirou’s eyes; he’s a little too quiet right now for his liking. A little more analytical than usual.

“We kissed and it was like, really fucking good and I got caught up in it, I guess. I was sparking all over the fucking place, just stimming nonstop and he didn’t give a fuck? And I almost ruined it, almost humped Iida fucking Tenya of all people and he just…” Katsuki lets out a frustrated growl.

“He just?” Eijirou prompts softly urging him on

Katsuki sighs “He just up and asks me out. Tells me it’s not just physical or whatever for him. Now I have a date tomorrow night, and I have no fucking idea what the fuck to wear, what to do, what to say; so fucking complicated. He’s gonna realize this was a fucking mistake five minutes in.”

When he finally looks up at Eijirou he’s met with a soft smile that crinkles at his eyes. “The fuck is with you, asshole?” He mumbles

“I’m so happy for you Kats. You deserve to be treated like this and more. He sees that, he sounds freaking gone for you bro, he’d never be shitty like that, this is Iida we’re talking about here.”

“Then fucking help, me idiot,” Katsuki pouts.

“Of course, Kats but I really think Mina would be better at the fashion part.”

Katsuki snorts “no shit.”

“So, is that yes to a Bakusquad meeting?” Eijirou dips down trying to meet his eyes.

Katsuki sighs “look it’s really fucking new alright? I know what I want but I don’t want everybody’s fucking expectations on me. Just…just you and Pinky okay? For now. Maybe the nerd later, I don’t fucking know right now.”

“Sure thing, Kats. We’ll come by tomorrow afternoon to help you get ready. Where’s he taking you?”

Katsuki flushes at that “he’s cooking n’ shit; roof probably…”

Eijirou’s positively beaming at him now and he can tell he wants to hug him. Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks away as Eijirou shuffles closer and picks him up in a bear hug. “Yeah, yeah, put me down now Eiji I gotta pee.”

Eijirou snorts and sets him down gingerly. “I’m really happy for you Kats and uh, thank you for telling me you know?”

“Mmh. M’ gonna shower. Out.”

Eijirou bounces on his heel like he wants to try for another hug, but he slips out the door grinning and waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously, instead.

Katsuki let’s a fond smile settle on his face once he’s alone and the door is locked.

Katsuki makes his way to the ensuite bathroom and slides the shutter door closed. He takes a moment to just look at himself. Despite not doing his skin care routine that morning his face looks calm from the glycerin from his quirk, and the extra rest. He also looks completely tousled, and his cheeks and neck are still flushed pink from how much he’s been blushing today. He brings his hand to his face, and tentatively runs his fingertips over his cheeks and lips, remembering how gently Tenya had kissed and touched and held him. It still feels like some sort of indulgent, fever dream he’ll startle out of, at any moment. He trails his hand down his neck, flushing anew at the memory of Tenya licking him there; that made him want to grind on him like a horny idiot. He turns away from the mirror abruptly and hurries into the shower. He discards his clothes and lets the water wash over him, stripping away the layers of sweat. He thinks of how Tenya had, off of his own, wiped Katsuki’s face and neck before he slept. As he rubs the body-wash foam all over himself, his hands come to settle at his waist, where he’d been so bold as to place Tenya’s hands on his skin. Where Tenya had squeezed Katsuki. Katsuki’s breath hitches as he runs his fingertips over his waist. His mind can easily conjure up Tenya gripping his waist for very different reasons. And suddenly, Katsuki is growing hard under the warm spray. It aches with want from lack of attention. Katsuki presses his forearm against himself to stave off the need, as his hands begin to spark. “Fuck fuckfuckfuck no…” He needs to finish showering right the fuck now. He rinses the suds from his skin and hastily towels off before returning to his room. He’s still so hard, and he throbs with the fresh memories of Tenya at the forefront of his thoughts. He checks the locks on his door and pulls his, all too familiar, neck-massaging pillow out of his closet. It’s the only thing that’s ever worked well for him, when his palms spark at literally every heightened emotion. He’d graduated from regular pillows to this fairly firm, vibrating neck massager, when it was recommended by his specialist, as a way to relieve the pain in his shoulders and neck, caused by the recoil from his quirk. Soon enough, the pillow is plugged in and he’s settled himself on top of it with the duvet bunched around him to muffle the vibrations.

He switches it on and immediately gasps, as the memory of Tenya’s engines humming and vibrating between his legs floods his mind unbidden. He wonders if this is what it would feel like if he were to press up against Tenya’s leg. He settles his hands, palms-up, on his thighs, so the sparks fizzle out harmlessly, as he pants through the waves of stimulation. It’s so good today. He cants his hips forward, to press his cock more firmly against the vibrations. Brows furrowed and eyes hazy, his mouth forms a little O, as he realizes that he’s in the very same position he was in, on Tenya’s lap. He lets his eyes fall shut so he can lose himself to the fantasy of Tenya under him, speaking softly and touching him so gently, as Katsuki presses down and grinds on him. He presses back to grind in earnest on the pillow, not necessarily for stimulation, but because it’s what he’d do on Tenya’s lap. The ridge of the pillow presses between his cheeks and he bears down in a way he never has before, to slot it deeper. The jolt of pleasure as the vibrations pulse in unforgiving waves against his entrance, is not one he’s prepared for. His eyes roll as head drops back. A startled moan tears out of his open mouth, and he’s immediately grateful that his dorm neighbours have group sparring this afternoon. It’s the last coherent thought he has, before he’s grinding back frantically trying to get more of the overwhelming new sensations against his rim, as he imagines Tenya slotting himself there instead. The harder he presses, the stronger he can feel the vibrations inside of him. Drool drips from his plump, bottom lip in a long stream, from where his mouth hangs open. He starts up a deep, rocking grind, that allows the vibrations to pulse against his cock and entrance in rapid succession. He’s so close his stomach hurts from how hard he’s contracted it; he’s lightheaded from how he holds his breath, waiting to be pulled under the wave of pleasure that builds agonizingly slowly but he can tell it’ll be so worth it. The memory of Tenya bucking up into him, flashes suddenly in his mind; and he’s helpless to the way he presses back on the vibrating pillow to mimic the sensation. He sobs as he feels himself clench so hard involuntarily, as his orgasm burns from the inside out. Liquid warmth pools and shoots up his spine, his hands spark brighter and he barely nudges the duvet away in time, as a stream of white dribbles steadily out of his slit. He whimpers as it goes on for far longer than Katsuki is accustomed to, until he feels himself unclench and begin to pulse. He lets slip breathy moans, and twitches at the building overstimulation as he clenches and unclenches; his cock dribbling out cum with every pulse. He does one last press against his rim and immediately flinches away, as his cock throbs hard against his messy stomach, but nothing comes out. He pushes the duvet away fully and falls onto his back awkwardly, with his legs still under him, to unplug the massager. He’s still panting minutes after. Satisfied and pleasantly tired, tingling everywhere. He wills himself to get up and shower yet again and wash the outer case of the massager. There’s no scowl on his brow, or tension in his muscles as he makes his way out of his room a few minutes later. Just thoughts of pretty eyes framed by delicate glasses.

He makes his way into Aizawa’s office without knocking, and is immediately swarmed by meowing and purring cats of all colours and sizes, head butting and climbing his legs. “Sensei!” He calls out as he bends to scratch and boop each little gremlin accordingly. A tired grunt comes from the direction of the small kitchenette. He carefully plods through the sea of felines to see his Sensei mixing, what he claims is just coffee, in a giant thermos. Aizawa throws him a familiar treat bag, and he starts distributing treats to a chorus of needy meowing. The furballs retreat to their preferred corners from whence they came, to savour the chewy treats, and Katsuki starts uselessly dusting the obscene amount of cat hair from his black sweatpants. “Need a training room for me n’ Tenya,” he announces, as he absently peels the lint roller. Aizawa’s lips quirk up at the sudden, casual use of the other’s first name. But he schools his expression to tired again as Katsuki looks up. Aizawa rifles through the peg board and finally throws a set of keys to him. “Do. Not. Destroy my favourite training room.”

“Yeah yeah,” Katsuki smirks. He’s out the door before the fluffy army can reach him again, with a loud “Thanks Sensei!” He gets a knowing “Mmhmm,” in response that he doesn’t hear. He’s already texting Tenya the training room number.

Chapter Text

This honestly wasn’t how this sparring session was supposed to go. Sure, Tenya up and confessed to him, and they made out and planned a date. But Katsuki didn’t doubt that he could keep it together during what was supposed to be a serious spar, testing his speed and Tenya’s adaptability against an airborne opponent.

But he can’t stop noticing things now. The way Tenya looks with contacts in instead of his glasses, the shift of his muscles from soft to tensed, his mussed-up hair from speeding around the training room - and right now when he’s panting for breath with Katsuki on top of him.

Katsuki knows that logically he made the right decision in restraining him this way, seated on his waist with a threateningly sparking hand aimed at Tenya’s legs and the other aimed at his throat. Tenya’s engines rev in retaliation before dying down ever so slowly.

Katsuki’s adrenaline is still running high, so when Tenya raises his hand towards him, he startles. But the softness in his face gives Katsuki pause.

Tenya doesn’t try to shift his position. He just traces the line of Katsuki’s body as it is. Running his hand up his side and back down to squeeze his hip and the meat of his thighs. Every point of contact makes Katsuki want to shake out of his skin. He’s over-sensitive from how much sweat he’s produced in this session and the adrenaline buzzing just under his skin.

Tenya doesn’t look away from him so he holds his gaze like a challenge. He keeps his spine arched because Tenya seems to like him like that, he gets this glint in his eyes and it's not the first time but the reminder hits Katsuki harder than ever.

That he's wanted. Tenya wants him.

Not just romantically. Tenya likes the way he looks, and wants to touch him. Is touching him. He looks so much more confident than this morning and Katsuki knows how affected he must look from just a few caresses. He certainly feels it.
Tenya runs his palm up his ribs again and he shudders. He grips the side of Katsuki’s pec and gives it a testing squeeze before caressing his shoulder. Katsuki keeps his arm in position and manages to bite his bottom lip on smirk full of confidence that he doesn't quite feel.

Tenya still looks so earnest, like he doesn't mind showing Katsuki just how much he wants. He softly caresses Katsuki’s sweat slick arm all the way to his dangerous palm. He traces Katsuki’s palm with his fingertips without an ounce of fear in his eyes. Katsuki can’t bite down on a whimper fast enough and it comes out high and desperate. He sees Tenya’s eyes widen at the sound, and it’s like a high seeing his reactions to Katsuki, a power trip that he won’t get enough of.

Tenya’s hand fastens around his wrist while the other comes up to hold his waist, pressing him forward. Katsuki startles for a moment until Tenya presses Katsuki’s outstretched hand against his lips, kisses it despite the tiny sparks, and just looks at Katsuki.
And oh.
Oh.
Okay.
This is fine.
Katsuki’s fine.
Except he’s not.
He’s not sure why this feels so good. He’s not sure when he lost his control on this situation. But he’s back to feeling out of his depth again. Swept away on the precipice of something without knowing how he got there.
Tenya’s steady hand presses on his back urging him forward until he’s looming over his face. Katsuki’s the one on top. He’s the one with an explosive palm against Tenya’s cheek. But his brain is still functioning enough to acknowledge that he’s not in control here. That much he’s gathered.
Tenya’s moves Katsuki’s palm to his own neck. Tenya’s hand squeezes around his where he holds it against his pulse points but Katsuki is the one who gasps from it. He lets go and Katsuki falters without direction but doesn’t loosen his grip on the others throat. He feels Tenya hold him with both hands caressing the tense muscles of his back before grasping his other arm and pinning it against the middle of his back. Katsuki has absolutely no idea why this feels good. He’s not in control. He’s following every ridiculous direction from Tenya, sweaty on the floor of a busted training room. But it is good. He’s drowning in everything Tenya and he doesn’t want to come up for air.
Slowly but surely, Katsuki leans the rest of the way down to meet him in a kiss much too soft for the want settling deep in his core. He feels himself whimper again, but all he hears is the blood rushing in his ears as Tenya licks gently at his lips. Katsuki squirms in place and startles suddenly when Tenya moans deep and guttural into his mouth. He blinks into focus again to see Tenya’s face tinted pink, his eyes lidded and he’s panting open mouthed. He lets go of Katsuki’s arm to steady his squirming by gripping his waist. Katsuki follows his gaze down to where he had been unknowingly writhing against the bulge in Tenya’s shorts. His eyes snap back up to see Tenya taking deep controlled breaths in through his nose.

Tenya sends him a tentative smile as Katsuki moves back to sit on the tops of his thighs instead. Tenya sits up encircling him in a hug.

“M’sorry. Didn’t mean to get carried away.”

 Tenya’s eyes soften as he leans in to make sure Katsuki is looking at him and then says “I want you so much.” Katsuki stares blankly.

“I just won’t do that here.” Katsuki blinks at him. Then blinks again as he takes in their surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.

Ah.

 The training room. They’ve booked this one, but that doesn’t mean staff or someone looking for them can’t walk in at any time.

“Fuck. Me neither.”
“I know” Tenya purses his lips to suppress a smirk. “But it was tempting.”
Katsuki feels his cheeks heat and he scoffs in a poor attempt to play it off as he stands. But his heartbeat is erratic, his legs feel wobbly, and everywhere Tenya touched him tingles. He wants to throw out some effortless comeback but he can’t think of anything clever. He settles on honesty. “Yeah, it was.”

Tenya blushes all pretty for him and ducks his head. And Katsuki thinks about how he gets to have that. This big sturdy hero blushing all pretty and soft because of him. Caring for him, for who knows how long. Planning a date for him. And yeah, his ego is surface-level big, but he never thought he’d have something like this. Soft and precious.
They gather up their things together, and start their respective post workout stretches. Its Tenya who breaks the silence first.
“I’ve been thinking about what to make for our date.” Katsuki glances at him out of the corner of his eye and finds him already looking his way.
“I settled on something spicy that I’m sure you’ll like. But I’d like to know your preference for dessert.” He drops into a lateral stretch and looks expectantly at Katsuki.
Katsuki sees his opportunity to contribute and grasps it. “I can teach you how to make purin. Meet me in the kitchen after lunch.” Katsuki doesn’t know if a first date is supposed to involve so much time spent together the day of the actual thing, but he’s starting to realize he loves having Tenya near him.

Tenya for one looks absolutely ecstatic at getting to spend even more time together, and Katsuki feels relief at getting even more time to feel out this new dynamic between them before the busy week ahead.
As they gather up their things and trek out of the training area, they plan out the rest of the day. After lunch they’ll make purin together and leave it to set, Tenya will make dinner at 5 and Katsuki is not allowed anywhere near the kitchen during that time lest the surprise be ruined. And at 7, Katsuki will meet him at the far side of their dorm roof just past their small roof garden.
Tenya follows him all the way to the elevator in the teachers building, and just as Katsuki steps in, he holds the door, leans in and out of sight of any passers-by. Katsuki flushes as Tenya cups his neck and thumbs at his jaw, looking down at him with an obvious question brimming in his eyes. Katsuki tips his chin up in answer, and then he’s being kissed so deeply that his body almost goes slack from it. As Tenya pulls back and the elevator doors slide shut, Katsuki decides that he can’t risk kissing Tenya around anyone if it leaves him this brain dead every time.

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Aizawa answers the door holding a purring bundle of black fluff, which he promptly hands over to Katsuki in exchange for the training room keys. Said bundle of fluff unfurls and stretches in his hold, claws extending and catching on his hoodie. A soft little head butts his chin and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss it. This one is definitely his favourite, though he tries, (and fails), to not show it. She’s a rescue as are the others. But this one in particular was a fighter, feral and untrusting. Hurt too many times not to be wary and aggressive. It’s taken so long for her to trust them this much and she’s taken a liking to Katsuki in particular. A honour really.

Aizawa re-emerges to collect his fur baby and Katsuki reluctantly hands her over.
“Tenya asked permission to use the roof after curfew.” Katsuki’s eyes snap to his sensei’s. “Said you’d be up there too.” Aizawa’s smile is a rare thing that all his students treasure. Katsuki rolls his eyes at it regardless. “It’s new. Still figuring it out.”
Aizawa looks him over, seeing who knows what. “It’s good,” he says, like it’s a correction. “You deserve good things, both of you.” Katsuki nods and purses his lips before he does something even more revealing, like cry on his sensei’s shoulder, (again), or something. The fluff ball leans out precariously to Katsuki and he meets her half way so she can rub her cheek against him one more time, before he walks away feeling Aizawa’s eyes on him as he goes.

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Katsuki can’t get their spar out of his head. He’s in his shower, music blaring from the phone on his bed and he’s trying to think of anything but Tenya, because he knows he’s getting hard. He can’t help but long to wrap his hand around himself, he can’t help but imagine the relief it would bring, the sensation of fucking into a tight fist. But his hands are already sparking at the thought, even under the gentle spray. He can’t risk it. Some days it bothers him more than others. He envies those who can keep themselves and their quirks in check enough to get off in a satisfying way.

He presses his forearm against himself and his cock feels so feverishly warm against it. The pressure feels so much better than it should in this state and he already knows he’s about to take out the massaging pillow again. He wants more of that sensation. The vibrations and pressure against his entrance. He’s considered trying penetration before but overall, it hadn’t been a realistic option for him; not without buying fireproof toys or plugs. But at least this way he can bear down and imagine the pressure to be something (or someone) far better.
He hurries through popping his hearing aids in and setting up the pillow; seating himself atop it. He bunches up his blankets around himself and immediately turns on the vibrations. The onslaught of stimulation punches a gasp out of him and sparks flicker to life on his palms, but he leans back and away from the stimulation. It’s not what he’s after right now. His cock slaps against his stomach and he glances down. Shocked to find how flushed and wet it already is. He grinds back and the stimulation against his hole is just as good as the last time but he needs more. He realizes fairly quickly that he may need to physically spread himself on the pillow. He reaches his softly sparking palms back and tentatively places them on his ass. The muffled pops and stings of his quirk causes his cock to convulse almost painfully. He looks down just in time to see a fresh stream of clear precum dribble out of his flushed slit. He grips his ass cheeks and determinedly pulls them apart, then grinds back hard.

“Fuck” he whimpers. An overwhelming unending wave of stimulation pulses against and through him. He feels as if he’ll careen over the edge at any second but it never comes. It’s too much and just shy of enough all at once.

His quirk sparks hotter against his ass and for some reason he doesn’t mind. Katsuki feels his hole convulse and wink as if trying to force something in, to alleviate the pulsating need building inside him. His ass suddenly feels surprising empty. He feels his frustration peak at not being able to simply slip a finger inside himself.

Tenya could do it for him.

His breath hitches at the sudden thought. The onslaught of mental images. How softly Tenya would look at him, hold him, praise him, as he pressed a finger in. He needs so badly to know what it’ll feel like. He whines softly.

He’s holding his breath and grinding and bouncing ever so slightly against the pillow. He needs to cum but it’s not enough. Frustrated he bares down hard against the pillow. He moves one hand to his front and pushes against his dick with his forearm. He watches as he presses the plush, slick mushroom head of his cock against the pillow. Waves of sensation travel up his cock.

His muscles lock up and his shallow breathing stops all together.

Slowly, so slowly, heat builds and pools and burns in his very core. The drawn-out build-up is so good that he thinks for a moment that he’s already cum, that this is it. But it keeps going, the absolute bliss and weightless pleasure climbs and climbs. Through the haze he wishes Tenya could hold him through it. His cock convulses at the thought and he barely moves the hand on his ass away in time, as the sparks crackling on his palms grow and grow. He whimpers as it builds.

He feels it all almost in slow motion as he clenches.

As his balls tighten and draw up.

As cum travels up his cock.

His mouth drops open on a silent moan as he watches through blurry eyes, as cum finally dribbles out of his slit. It streams down the pillow in such a long steady turret that he blearily wonders if he’s just peeing himself. His cum is always thin and watery almost. It feels so good. So satisfying. his balls tighten again and another stream of cum pours out of him, he can’t help but moan long and unfiltered. He releases his cock from where it’s pressed against the pillow and it bounces against his stomach.

He expects the usual shockwaves of overstimulation to set in, but his orgasm dips and ebbs gently.

Gently his rim clenches and relaxes.

Gently his cock pulsates against his stomach and tiny rivulets of cum dribble once, twice. His cock convulses one final time before he can even hope to catch his breath. And he knows. He just knows from the way his orgasm ended, that he can cum again right now if he went back to rocking against the pillow. But he can’t.

He needs to get himself together. He needs to meet Tenya in the kitchen. At this thought he slides off of the pillow and onto the bed. He’s panting and still wishing Tenya were there to hold him. He’s not sure how fast the physical aspect of a relationship is supposed to progress but he’s also never had anything close to a romantic relationship or hook-up.

Suddenly he remembers the flashes of Tenya his mind conjured in the heat of it all. He wonders what Tenya would think if he knew Katsuki was thinking about him while riding a pillow.
But what if Tenya touches himself thinking about Katsuki. The thought causes Katsuki’s cock to give a hopeful twitch. Tenya’s gotten hard because of Katsuki. He’s seen it, felt it, grinded mindlessly against it. As if it were instinct. Tenya confessed to wanting Katsuki for who knows how long. He must’ve gotten hard to thoughts of Katsuki before too. Must have touched himself. Katsuki’s breath hitches as he pictures Tenya with a hand around himself and face slack with pleasure thinking of him. Wishing for him. His legs instinctively rub together and he realizes with a start that his cock is hardening again. He glares at it, willing it to go down. In a valiant attempt at ignoring these thoughts, he slowly gets up, stretches out his stiff muscles and sets about cleaning the pillow of his cum. It’s gotten on his blanket too so he removes it and wads it up into a discrete ball to take down to the laundry area.

Another shower later and Katsuki’s about to head down to the laundry room when he bumps into Kirishima in the elevator. He takes one look at Katsuki’s rosy, sated demeanour and his not so inconspicuous blanket bundle and grins at him knowingly. All sharp teeth and dimples. It’s insufferably endearing and Katsuki aims a small shower of sparks at him in retaliation. He doesn’t even harden his skin, just laughs and ruffles Katsuki’s hair. He follows Katsuki to the laundry room like a puppy at his heels, begging dramatically for details about his date which Katsuki begrudgingly supplies. Truth be told he’s glad to have someone to share the excitement and nervousness with.
“So I’ll tell Mina we’ll meet in your room at 5:30 then?” Katsuki switches on the washing machine and turns to face Kirishima. “Yeah, I guess. Uh, I’ve got some outfit options, s’ just the rest.” Kirishima nods eyes searching his face. He looks deep in thought and Katsuki is just about to make some snippy remark about thinking to hard setting his brain cells on fire when Kirishima spits out the most random sentence. “Hey Kats do you wanna get some piercings?” At the lack of response Kirishima barrels right on, “it’s just I’m getting my ears pierced today, two each, and Recovery Girl offered to heal them for me so like - I mean they’d suit you; you know.”
Katsuki thinks yeah, he’d rock some piercings but- “M’ not gonna have time to go off campus today.”
“Oh wait nah man, Izu is gonna do it for me.” Katsuki blinks. “Yea man he and Hitoshi learned a while back”
Katsuki vaguely remembers seeing the nerd with some extra metal on his ears and lips out with his group. He knows he’d be thorough, (or more like borderline obsessive), about anything he does; Wanting to get it right.

Especially if it’s for Kacchan.

“Kay, we’ll go after I make the purin.”
“Purin for me too?” Kirishima bats his lashes dramatically and Katsuki goes through his routine of pretending to be annoyed.

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Sero and Sato are on cooking duty and Tenya is on dishwashing duty as pots bubble away on the stove. Katsuki’s about to go over to Tenya before Sero waves him over. “Heyy KitKat come taste this for me.” He accepts a heaping spoonful of menudo from Sero. He knows it’s Sero’s mother’s recipe and that the spice has been significantly dialled down so that everyone can enjoy it. He nods his approval and goes down the line checking the other dishes. Sato’s take on sundubu jjigae for the vegetarians, miso soup, steamed and pickled vegetables, humming his approval and adding seasoning and garnishes along the way. The rice cooker dings and he automatically goes to check on it.

“Ten says you’re making purin later.” Katsuki glances at Tenya who just smiles. He knows he’s about to blush suspiciously in the middle of the kitchen, so he focuses on prodding and poking the fluffy rice.
“Gonna make a batch, share it tonight after dinner.”
“You’re going out?”
“Not far, but yeah not eating here”
Sero hums as he turns off the stove and starts fetching the dishes out to the table where students are already kneeling around and chatting among themselves. Katsuki starts moving empty dishes and utensils over to the sink. He looks around and realizes he and Tenya are alone in the kitchen. Tentatively, he bumps against Tenya’s side. Tenya bumps against him in return. Katsuki glances at him and sees him smiling down at the soapy dishes. He reaches out and pushes Tenya’s glasses back up his nose from where they’d slipped down.
Tenya turns to him studying his face as if looking for something. He must find what he’s looking for because he leans in, leaving just a few inches between them for Katsuki to close. He does. The kiss is a soft slow drag that Tenya sighs into. Katsuki’s hands spark against the sink as butterflies flutter around in his stomach. Tenya licks his bottom lip and Katsuki exhales shakily through his nose. He’s about to open his mouth for Tenya when- “Kacchan? Eiji said…oh…”
Katsuki is absolutely pink everywhere now. But it’s just Izuku and he’ll be damned if he ever makes him feel excluded again. “Relax nerd we can talk about it later, okay?” He glances over in time to see Tenya nervously adjusting his glasses and getting soap bubbles all over his nose in the process. With a scowl he reaches up to wipe the suds away.

“K-Kachaaaan so cute ohhh my god,” is what he hears in a hushed reverent tone. He snaps his glare towards Izuku who seems relatively unphased at this point. Izuku points an accusing finger his way, “You-you better tell me everything!” He makes grabby hands at Katsuki with an aggressive hum, probably to sate his nerdy need to squish Katsuki’s cheeks to all hell.

“And you!” Tenya drops his face into Katsuki’s hair.” You too Tenya we’re gonna have a looong heart to heart about this just you wait!”

Izuku holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers at Katsuki who rolls his eyes and gives a small nod. Izuku bounces in place before floating into them with a smack. He does his god-awful bear hug that squeezes the breath out of them both. But Izuku doesn’t notice because he’s too busy making high pitched, excited little noises against them.

“Okay, okay” he says as he pulls away as if to calm himself. “Okay,” he repeats Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Oookay…”

“Nerd!”

Izuku just grins. “That’s me!”
Katsuki huffs at his not (totally) adorable antics.

“Oh, Kacchan what are you planning on getting with Eiji today? I need to get the needles.” Tenya looks over at Katsuki in mild confusion.
“Just ears today nerd.”
“Ouu how many?”
“Eiji’s getting four.”
“Uh huuh” Izuku prompts with a knowing grin, bouncing from leg to leg.
“So, eight obviously”
“Sure Kacchan, we’ll discuss positioning later, okay?”
He nods. With an eye-roll he turns back to the sink when Izuku dances his way out of the kitchen.
“Ear piercings?”
“Mhm. Eight.”
“You can’t do this to my heart”
Katsuki snorts. “Can’t handle it?”
“You’re already too pretty,” Tenya groans.
Katsuki makes an aborted sound.

He’s…pretty.

Tenya thinks he’s pretty.
“So pretty,” Tenya supplies. Katsuki doesn’t even know if it’s because he actually said all that out loud or if Tenya just knows he needs the confirmation. But he flushes all over again as a soft kiss is delivered to his cheek. Tenya shuts off the water and holds his waist. “Let’s go eat.” Another soft kiss to his cheek and Katsuki’s wandering out of the kitchen like a lost puppy, high on affection and kisses. He finds himself sandwiched between Kirishima and Tenya on the floor, amidst cheerful chatter and the clattering of dishes. As they eat and pass food back and forth, he and Kirishima discuss piercing placements; to which Sero and Mina chime with the correct names for each type of piercing. Izuku nods along enthusiastically and blushes shyly when different people pipe up about the various piercings, he and Shinsou have done for them.

At some point Aizawa ambles in and is handed a portion of menudo, rice and vegetables with a cup of soup. He leans over when Kirishima beckons him closer to help him decide on an extra piercing. Katsuki settles on a helix, conch, upper lobe and a tragus piercing for each ear, to go with the lobe piercings he already has. Kirishima complements his ‘manly choices’ and chooses a lobe and helix piercing for each ear, and also settles on an eyebrow piercing just above his scar. When pestered to know if he’d get a piercing, Aizawa decides it’s time for him to leave, mumbling about old age and “these goddamned kids.” They all demand Katsuki stop by the dining area so they can see his new metal after hearing he won’t be joining them for dinner.

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Katsuki scrolls through piercing pictures with Kirishima and Izuku while the others clean and pack away the dishes. Soon enough Sero emerges to tell him the kitchen’s all his. Kirishima and Izuku stay in the common room while the others disperse for their respective Saturday plans. Katsuki thinks they’re sort of guarding the kitchen for him in a weird sort of way.

As he enters the kitchen, Tenya looks up from where he’s drying a mixing bowl and smiles that soft smile that makes Katsuki’s stomach swirl pleasantly. He shuffles into Tenya’s chest because apparently, he needs to smell him, needs to be hugged and doted on. A fucking sap. He’s turning into a fucking sap. But maybe here with Tenya, it’s okay. He’s enveloped in a warm hug against a plush chest as the scent of dish soap and Tenya invades his nose.

“Time for purin” he mumbles, muffled in the shirt.
“Mhm” Tenya responds.
As Katsuki pulls away his bangs are pushed back and his very exposed forehead is assaulted with the softest kiss. He looks at Tenya incredulously, before scowling and patting his bangs back into place. Tenya, bless his heart, just chuckles at his indignation, unperturbed.

They shuffle around each other as Katsuki instructs him to add the ingredients they’re about to use on the shipping list for tomorrow. A large baking pan is set on the stove with water, encompassing almost three burners.

Katsuki quickly whips up a caramel sauce While Tenya sets about measuring the rest of the ingredients as per Katsuki’s instructions. He watches with rapt attention as Katsuki spoons the sauce into a number of small tins until he’s mercifully offered a spoonful. Gingerly, he leans down to taste…and Katsuki promptly smacks him in the face with a pot holder when he moans at the taste. Tenya sputters and laughs but makes no move to bat Katsuki or his righteous weapon away.

Katsuki starts warming a pot of milk. Tenya has been instructed to crack eggs and does so diligently. After a few minutes Katsuki deems the milk sufficiently warmed and shuffles into Tenya’s space to add the sugar and vanilla. Tenya doesn’t really move away just makes space for Katsuki between himself and the counter. Katsuki in turn, doesn’t say anything. He just starts whisking.

He wants Tenya to do the cheesy hug-from-behind-in-the-kitchen thing. He’s seen Shouto do it to Izuku. He’s seen his mom and dad do it. Hell, it’s in most of his romance mangas that he keeps stashed in his room.

He mixes in the warm milk, strains the mixture and sets out the mini metal tins four at a time. As he ladles, he decides to make use of his sous-chef of sorts. “Put these in the pan and make sure the water doesn’t get into them.” Tenya nods and steps behind Katsuki to get to the pan. But he pauses just there and instead, reaches around him to get the tiny tins and place them in the shallow water. Katsuki flushes but stays on task.

“Gonna cook them on high for a few minutes when they’re all in the pan.” Katsuki mumbles just to break the silence. Tenya immediately leans down so he can hear him better, rests his chin on his shoulder and just…leaves it there. Katsuki chances a glance at him out the corner of his eye. Tenya’s cheeks are pink but he’s looking dutifully at Katsuki’s work.

Suspicious.

He resumes filling the small tins as Tenya collects and places them carefully in the water.

With a muttered, “Fuck it,” Katsuki grabs Tenya’s free hand and tugs it around his waist. He feels Tenya tense, feels his eyes on him questioningly, before he slides his thick arm around Katsuki’s small waist gingerly and grips him there. He turns to nose against Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki’s breathing has gone shallow again, his hands stuck mid-air. He tilts his head minutely and
Tenya immediately accepts the invitation to kiss along the side of his neck. He feels sparks of pleasure along the trail Tenya’s pressed into his skin. He takes a measured inhale as Tenya bumps his nose against the tingling skin, then sucks an open-mouthed kiss into the crook of his neck. He gasps and presses back against Tenya’s large form.

“I’ve wanted to do this so many times” kiss

“Whenever you cook” kiss

“I’ve wanted to hold you like this” kiss.

 Katsuki let’s out a quiet, breathy, “fuck,” as his head falls back against Tenya’s shoulder.

“The purin Katsuki,” Tenya whispers.

Katsuki groans earning him an amused huff.

Tenya stands to his full height again with an arm still wrapped around Katsuki’s middle. Katsuki struggles to settle into his default scowl as he concentrates hard, on filling the remaining tins, as Tenya rubs soothing circles around his middle.

There are always three extra portions of desert for Aizawa, Hizashi and All Might, that Izuku dutifully distributes. When all of the tins are in the pan and the stove lit, Katsuki relaxes against Tenya’s strong form. Both arms now envelop him, and Katsuki wants to be wary of the fact that anyone could walk in but he knows his two idiots outside would create an obnoxious ruckus to warn him of anyone approaching. They’re reliable like that. Eventually the water comes to a boil and he lowers the heat and covers the pan with another.
Reluctantly he pulls away. “Gotta clean up.” Tenya moves to pull away and Katsuki grips his hands in place around his middle with a pout, and shuffles them both over in a rather aggressive hobble, over to the sink.

Suddenly, Tenya bursts out laughing; loud and unrestrained he drops his face into Katsuki’s shoulder to muffle his giddy laughter and Katsuki snorts at ridiculousness of it all.

Tenya dabs at his eyes with his t-shirt and Katsuki can see the soft quivering muscles of his tummy as his laughter dies down. Strong muscle under a biteable layer of fat. Smooth, except for a soft trail of navy hair leading under the band of his sweatpants where Katsuki can’t follow. As Tenya dumps the dirty dishes into the sink and Katsuki turns off the stove, they chat idly. But Katsuki notices that Tenya makes a point of touching him more now. An unexpected kiss to his cheek, a hand on the small of his back, fingers running through his hair lifting it off of the back of his neck. The reassurance, though unasked for with words, is greatly appreciated.
“Tell me what you’re making for dinner.”
A smirk “No”
“Fucking tell me!”
“Hmmm…no”
A pout “Monster”
Tenya snorts
“You fucking know about the purin. How’s that fair?!”
“It’s a surprise Katsuki”
“Tch!”
Softly “Katsuki..?”
“…”
Ever so softly “Baby..”
Katsuki’s breath hitches.
Reverently, “Baby”
Katsuki’s whimper slips out before he can tamp it down.
Tenya steps in front him and cups his jaw tilting it up to him.
“I want it to be a surprise for you baby. Can you wait for me?”
Katsuki looks up at him then.
“Can you be good for me?”
A quiet moan leaves him in answer. His head feels foggy, his skin tingles and his stomach swoops. He distantly registers that he might be getting hard in the middle of the dorm kitchen.

His mouth is open, face tinted pink, he clutches at Tenya’s shirt and the hand cupping his jaw to ground himself.
“Yes I know you can.”
Katsuki nods mindlessly as Tenya noses against his cheek.
“So pretty for me Katsuki”
Katsuki bucks forward in his hold.

He needs.

He needs Tenya.

Needs him closer. Needs him to keep talking, touching. Needs him in the dark in between the sheets. Needs him to undress him and look at him naked and hard and wanting and embarrassed, and call him pretty for it. He needs them; this. Whatever this is that Tenya’s doing to him, giving to him.
“Oh baby” his voice sounds deeper, approving, wanting and it’s a relief to know he feels this too.
“F-fucking kiss me!” Katsuki whisper-yells.
He sees something glint in Tenya’s eyes…
“Say please…”
Katsuki feels indignation rise within him and his cheeks flush hotter. “What the fuck? Are you making fun of me?”
“No, gods no, never Katsuki. I just-I don’t know I wanted to hear it. I can’t explain it. But Katsuki, if I’ve overst“
“Please…” he rushes out.
Tenya blinks, he looks like he’s about to say something else.
“Please fucking kiss me...” He rushes out, words tapering off.
Tenya searches his face for a beat. Breaths coming in shallow.

And then his mouth is being devoured. Harsh panting in place of the moans they can’t let escape. Katsuki is picked up and placed gently on the counter. His arms wind around Tenya’s neck instinctively. The swarm of butterflies in his stomach swoop low and flutter there. Heat pools in his core as he wraps his legs around Tenya’s hips and pulls him closer, locking him in place. He gasps as his lips are sucked and licked and bitten.

A hand grips at his waist while the other cups his jaw. Tenya’s thumb caresses his chin and presses against his bottom lip urging his mouth to drop open. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. This part is foreign. But Tenya caresses his face and, ever so slowly, pushes his tongue past Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki tentatively pushes his tongue forward to meet Tenya’s. Goosebumps erupt on his skin as their tongues touch and twitch away; then slowly return, to slide against each other, panting into each other’s mouths as they clumsily flick their tongues against each other. Tenya licks along the top of his tongue and Katsuki arches unintentionally, muscles locking up and hands gripping fistfuls of Tenya’s hair before quickly releasing to let the harmless, overwhelmed sparks from his quirk rain down to the kitchen floor.

He has the sudden desire to suck on the tongue invading his mouth. He presses the back of Tenya’s head with his forearm to keep him close. He tilts his head and urges Tenya’s tongue forward with little licks of his own, then he latches on and gives a tentative, little suck. Tenya’s breath puffs harshly against his face as if he’s been slapped.

So Katsuki sucks.

Again, and again.

Ever so gently. Flicking his tongue against the other’s here and there. He kisses him once more, deeply, then Katsuki pulls back. Tenya is panting harder this time. Katsuki chances a glance down to see Tenya’s bulge pressing painfully into the edge of the counter. They’ve fumbled around getting hard with each other today. Haven’t really addressed it head-on. But right now, Katsuki wants to for some reason.
“You’re hard…”
Tenya startles and makes to pull away but Katsuki’s legs keep him locked in place.
“I’m sorry-”
“For what?” Katsuki glances down at himself, “Me too.”
Tenya looks down to Katsuki’s own straining bulge.

“Doesn’t it hurt against the counter?” Katsuki asks.
Tenya looks back up at him, “Not really.”
“Of fucking course it hurts,” Katsuki remarks indignantly.
“I was…distracted”
“Mm…”
“…”
Katsuki slides to the edge of the counter and Tenya must think he’s about to jump down because he makes to move away again; but Katsuki holds him close with his legs. He’s braced with his hands on either side of him on the counter. He looks up at Tenya who’s watching him with a mix of confusion and desire. Slowly, while watching Tenya’s face carefully for any signs of hesitation, Katsuki cants his hips forward and presses his hard, confined cock against Tenya’s. Their mouths drop open to pant together. The pressure feels so good against his cock. Tenya’s bulge radiates warmth. Hard and fat beneath his sweatpants. Katsuki throbs against him and the muscles in his stomach jump. His eyes never stray from Tenya’s. He tips his hips forward and presses again but this time, he nudges Tenya into him with his feet.

Tenya’s hands squeeze his hips…and then he rocks back in all on his own with no coaxing from Katsuki.
He tugs Katsuki so that his ass is practically hanging off of the counter.

Then he grinds.

Katsuki feels the dull pressure against his entrance, against his balls and his cock leaks a stream of precum into his underwear as he tries and fails, to breathe through it.
“Katsuki”
“Mmm”
“Katsuki…Baby”
“Mmph! Mmhm?”
“Baby we can’t do this here…”
A whimpered “Fuck”
“I know sweetheart”
“No-”
“Me too…”
“Hm?”
“I want this so badly too”
“Mmhm?”
“You feel amazing” kiss “you look amazing”
“Ten-“
“Yes love?”
“Fuck- Fuck I need you”
“I need you too.”
“Shit-fuck is this too fast??”
“I promise you it’s mutual”
“I need you”
“I need you too”
“Tenya…”
“Baby?”
“When?” Katsuki chances a glance into his eyes
“Whenever you’re ready”
“Tonight?”
“Of course. What are you comfortable with?”
“I-I don’t know”
“We’ll feel it out then, together.”
“Yeah”
“Are you okay?
“Let me down”
Tenya lifts him gently and steadies him as his feet touch the floor. Katsuki thunks his forehead against the chest in front of him. They stand there, holding each other and swaying slightly as they calm down. A soft kiss is hidden in his hair as Tenya pulls away.
“Okay?”
“Yeah-yeah fuck, sorry”
“No need to apologize. Trust me Katsuki it’s all mutual”
“Mm”
“Let’s get the purin into the fridge”
“So you were actually paying attention?”
“Absolutely, you’re an amazing cook”
“Tch! Shut up!” Tenya just laughs at his antics as they clear up.

“Soooo…”
“Soooo?” Katsuki mimics
“Meet me on the roof at 7?”
“Not gonna pick your date up at their door?” Katsuki teases
Tenya sputters and makes to apologize before he’s interrupted by a loud ruckus from the common room as Kirishima greets Kaminari and Shinsou to announce their arrival to them in the kitchen.

“Hey,” he bumps against Tenya’s shoulder. “M’just teasing. I’ll meet you on the roof at 7 sharp.”
“Y-yes, it’s just I know you value your privacy…”
“Look. I’m not hiding this okay?” he presses forward to force Tenya’s gaze back on him. “Okay?”
“Okay”
“It’s just new. I want this time for us to figure this shit out. I’ve never done this before”
Tenya nods earnestly.
“Besides, I told Eiji this morning and now the nerd knows too. I don’t mind the people we trust knowing.”
“I understand Katsuki” Tenya smiles.
Katsuki pouts
“The fuck happened to baby??” He mutters.
Tenya’s chuckle is a soft, warm thing and makes Katsuki’s palms tingle.
“…baby”

It’s whispered so softly, so fondly. Katsuki can’t take this.
“Fuckin’… better”
“And baby?” Tenya leans down to his lips and Katsuki has the presence of mind to listen out, to take account for all of the voices in the next room. They’re laughing and chattering loudly as usual. Katsuki drops his guard and leans in “Mmhm?”
“Stay. Away. From. The Kitchen.”
“Tch”
“It’s a surprise”
“Hmph”
“Don’t pout”
“M’not”
“You are and it’s adorable”
“What the fuck-”
Tenya leans in and kisses him in a slow drag that tugs on Katsuki’s bottom lip as they part. Tenya brings Katsuki’s hand up and kisses his knuckles so gently that tiny sparks flicker from his hand to Tenya’s.
Into the tiny space between them Tenya whispers a soft, “Bye baby”
“Hngh” Is all Katsuki manages. He wanders out the kitchen door as he hears Tenya muffle a laugh behind him. The audacity of him.
His little bubble of mindless bliss is immediately destroyed as the group in the common room lay eyes on him. “Kachaaaan where’s the purin??” “Bakubroooo”
“It’s in the fridge nerd you know it’s gotta set up”
“Is it mom’s recipe?”
“Duhh”
“Kacchan! I need it naowahhh!” Katsuki bats the little nerdy, grabby hands away.
“Cmon nerds. Izuku where’re we doing this?”
“Uh my room Kacchan. Kami, Toshi are you guys coming?” They make a loud bunch as they trek to Izuku’s room dragging a half asleep Shinsou behind them.
Izuku’s room is dark with neon lights here and there. Most of his merch is gone; Sold, and the money donated to various causes. The little martyr. Katsuki’s fairly certain the new decor is an extension of Shinsou style and a result of him spending so much time here. Katsuki needs to ask about that. He makes a mental to-do note.
Izuku opens a black case and sets out multiple needles and alcohol wipes. Shinsou flips through the cards of small, black and silver hoops, studs and bars. Katsuki chooses three simple tiny hoops and one stud for his tragus piercing. As Eijirou rifles through the rest with his boyfriend, Katsuki takes in the body language between Shinsou and Izuku. They’re relaxed, comfortable with each other. Shinsou’s arm on Izuku’s shoulder and one of Izuku’s obscene thighs over one of Shinsou’s. Hm. Then Shinsou raises Izuku’s hand to examine a ring there and that starts up a conversation on where to get said ring for himself. The comfortability is jarring because it’s the same kind the nerd shares with Todoroki.

Eijirou finally settles on silver studs, and a silver bar with little red rhinestones at each end for his eyebrow. Eijirou declares he’ll be going first. Kaminari cheers. Katsuki rolls his eyes and sits back.

The nerd is quite thorough, sanitizing, marking the placements and redoing it a few times to get them just right. With Eijirou’s approval, he clamps his ear lobe as Shinsou angles a lamp closer to them. “Deep breath in Eiji-kun,” it’s his hero voice that works like a charm on civilians, warm and reassuring but confident and steady. Katsuki’s so fucking proud of that restored confidence that he’d spent so long tearing down. “And slowly exhale for me…perfect absolutely, perfect there we go.” Kaminari cheers again and kisses his boyfriend’s cheek as Izuku slips the back of the stud in. Eijirou is absolutely beaming, turning his head this way and that to admire his first piercing. “Holy shit Izu! Denks, it looks so good!” “Fuck yeah Eiji!”

“Just four more to go!”
Izuku continues on using a piercing gun for the cartilage of Eijirou’s helix piercings; speaking in soft, reassuring tones as he notices a grimace on Eijirou’s face as he starts to push the needle through the clamped flesh of his brow. He reminds him to breathe. Kaminari talks about how proud he is of his boyfriend. And Katsuki sits and thinks about how he never knows what to say in any kind of social situation.

Eventually, Eijirou’s up and bouncing around in front of the mirror, admiring himself and praising Izuku’s work. Denki and Eijirou leave in a whirlwind of excitement, but Katsuki knows it’s to spend some time together before Eijirou and Mina help him prepare for his date. Shinsou declares that he’s got training with Aizawa until 4 and leans down to paint a kiss on Izuku’s curls. Okay. Kissing. Izuku looks up from where he’s sanitizing the needles and tilts his head back expectantly. Shinsou goes easily and plants a quick soft kiss on Izuku’s lips. Izuku hums into it and Katsuki looks away awkwardly. When Shinsou leaves Izuku pointedly does not look at him.
“Nerd”
“Hmm?”
“Izuku”
“Yes Kacchan”
“Thought you and Shouto were a thing”
“We are,” he fiddles with the piercing gun and then meets Katsuki’s gaze steadily.
“And now you and Shinsou are a thing”
“Yes”
“And Shouto?”
“Shouto knows”
“You’re all a thing together”
“Of sorts”
“Freaky nerd”
Izuku snorts as he adjusts the lamp light and starts sanitizing Katsuki’s ears.
“You happy nerd?”
“More than I’ve ever been Kacchan”
“M’glad”
“Mm”
“Are you happy Kacchan? It’s a big step, dating”
“Mm. Yeah, so far. Tonight’s the first date”
“Ever?”
“Duh”
“Hmm, now I’m the emotionally unavailable one”
“You are? You’re in a fuckin throuple”
“It’s not really like that Kacchan. It’s just mutual attachment issues and physical needs and all that”
“So you just…” He gestures vaguely, “all fuck together?”
“Sometimes”
“Kinky nerd”
Izuku snorts and muffles his laughter. “Don’t kink shame Kacchan!”
“M’not,” Katsuki chuckles.
“…Eiji and Denki-kun too…”
“Huh?”
“The uhhh… the fucking around”
“They fucking joined??!”
“Once or twice…Twice I believe.”
“What the fuck…”
“Deep breath in Kacchan. And out…” the piercing gun goes off like an extra loud stapler and his ear rings for a moment. The sting is bearable but his ear immediately flushes hot. Izuku continues on to the next piercing.
“Since when nerd?”
“Graduation”
“Fucking hell I just had my first fucking kiss this morning”
“When I walked in?”
“Uh no. Had a panic attack last night…Nightmare. “
“Kacchan- “
“I know nerd I just I didn’t wanna fucking worry you. Anyway, ended up staying with Tenya and uh, in the morning it just kind of seemed right.”
“Tenya huh?” Izuku teases with a soft grin.
“Oh fuck off you little whore!”
At this, Izuku absolutely loses his shit, dissolving into a fit of giggles that makes even Katsuki chuckle.
“C’mon do your fuckin job nerd, no slacking off.”
“Ah! Yes Kacchan.”
Izuku resumes his task but purses his lips. Katsuki knows there’s a million questions buzzing behind them. He sighs.
“Spit it out nerd”
“Ah! I guess I just…want to know everything? Please? It’s just that this is huge Kacchan-”

So, Katsuki tells him. Every detail, every embarrassing steamy thing, and Izuku listens raptly even after all of his piercings are done. He interjects here and there with soft words of reassurance or teasing but through all of it, Katsuki doesn’t once feel any judgement or disingenuous intent. He’s endlessly grateful for what they have now.
“I’m so happy for you Kacchan. Tenya-kun is amazing. I suspected he felt this way for a while but we’ve never spoken about it, you know? You deserve this Kacchan.”
“Tch,” Katsuki looks away. It’s always hard to hear praise from his former victim. Because that will always be a part of their past, at least to Katsuki. But Izuku is firm.
“Kacchan look at me”
He does.
Then Izuku grins, “Kacchan sugoi!”
Katsuki disguises his lip wobble with a hurried, “fuck the fuck off” with absolutely no bite to it. Izuku just giggles again.
“But Kacchan if you guys are gonna uhhh…do things tonight…”
“Just say fuck you heathen”
“Ugh so vulgar Kacchan-“
“I’m not the one having fuckin orgies in the dorms”
“…Touché. But Kacchan I’m serious. If you guys are gonna uhh…fuck”
“Heh”
“Shut up!”

“Mm”

“I mean, are you ready? I mean, it’s a lot of firsts all in one day. And I know, I know you’re Kacchan, you can do anything, yes, yes, I know…But I just want to make sure you’re okay…”
His voice goes so soft and Katsuki knows he can’t yell at him now. “Yeah, nerd m’fine… More than fine, kind of excited actu-”
“Awwwwww-“
“Shut-“
“I know I know. But Kacchan do you have supplies? Lube, condoms? A douche?”
“Exfuckingscuze me?”
At this Izuku promptly gets up and starts rifling through his drawers and smacking embarrassing item after embarrassing item down on the table in front of them. There’s a box of condoms simple, straightforward, a box of xl condoms because why not? A standard bottle of clear unassuming lube, a mortifying bottle of strawberry flavoured lube and finally a box of plain saline packets for douching.
Izuku plops down in front of him looking rather proud of his array of, whatever this can be called.
“Whore”
“Oh shut up Kacchan”
Izuku proceeds to deliver the longest, most detailed, mortifying explanation of how to douche with saline and why it’s the superior method.
“Why the fuck aren’t you explaining this bit to Tenya huh?!”
“Uh because Kacchan is clearly a bottom”
“I’m gonna fucking maim you”
“Yes yes I know Kacchan. I actually had this talk with him months ago, but seriously you need to do this if you’re considering any kind of penetration. Have you ever uhh, you know, put anything up there?”
Katsuki flushes and looks at his hands and the tell-tale sparks already there. “No just uh, water with the um, the shower hose.”
“Great! So, the sensation won’t be surprising.”
“Mm”
“But you have to stretch with some of this plain lube before putting the nozzle in Kacchan,” Izuku holds up one of the packets to show him the long tiny nozzle.
“Uhh…”
“What’s wrong? There’s no shame in doing it yourself Kacchan it’s actually better to get accustomed to the sensation by yourself before exploring with a partner-“
“Izuku”
“Yes Kacchan?”
Ugh, fuck it the nerd’s more than experienced and he’d never judge Katsuki; he might as well tell him. “I can’t.”
“You…can’t?”
He holds up his hands and lets the sparks dance across them in the dim room.
“Ah, of course. So how does Kacchan…” Izuku gestures vaguely and Katsuki sighs in acceptance. They’re having this conversation apparently.

“Pillow…”
“I see. Hmm well unless someone does it for you, I think you’ll have to squirt in quickly.”
“Oh…kay yeah nerd, I got it…”

When Katsuki emerges from his nerd’s room it’s with his bag of “goodies,” as Izuku so innocently put it, clutched tightly to his chest, as he speed-walks to the elevator.
One visit to recovery girl and several healing kisses on his ears later, Katsuki finds himself squished into his pillows with Mina perched happily on his lap, applying soft peach blush and highlight to his cheeks and eyes. Eijirou rifles through his closet, holding up various options for Mina to decide if it goes into a consideration pile or back into the closet. His skin feels pampered from a combination of his and Mina’s skin care routine. Mina and Eijirou chatter away excitedly about his new development. As he’s getting shimmer applied to the tip of his nose, Kaminari and Sero come bursting in with an armful of snacks and pillows. And so, Katsuki resigns himself to listen to Eijirou retell his and Iida’s brief romantic history, to the two new arrivals. Kaminari nuzzles up to him affectionately as he hangs on to Eijirou’s ‘manly storytelling.’

Once everyone is all caught up and cooing and awing at him, Katsuki decides it’s time to try on outfits; If only to escape into his bathroom for a moment of respite. He pauses to look at himself in the mirror. He now has a tastefully-smudged wings of eyeliner on, that soften into the peach shade around his eyes with a bit of shimmer over everything. His nose looks even more button-like with the placement of the highlight on it-dare he say cute. A subtle lip stain and gloss on his plush lips helps to accentuate the poutines; and his new earrings glint through the fluffy spikes of his hair. He kind of understands why Tenya calls him pretty now. He certainly feels pretty. He tears his eyes away and starts pulling on the first set of clothes. It’s a black tech wear baggy pants designed by his parents’ company, paired with a loose sleeveless top and an oversized hoodie.
He steps out to oous and ahhs, but eventually it’s a unanimous no. It’s a bit much. Too much rustling, too much for a rooftop dinner. And apparently it doesn’t, ‘accentuate his assets,’ whatever the fuck that means Mina. The other option is a includes the one and only black jeans in his closet. It almost feels like it won’t fit, and he shouts as much to his waiting audience outside. There’s a commotion…and then they’re all barrelling into the tiny-ass bathroom; tugging and pulling and squishing the apparent assets. And Katsuki can’t seem to get a word in, except for numerous sputtered, “Ois”, and, “What the fucks,” and, “Get your fucking paws off me!” He re-emerges with his hair ruffled to all hell, but feeling surprisingly uh, sexy? Yes, he thinks that’s what he feels as he looks himself over. Mina had run off exclaiming she had the perfect thing for him before returning with some medium-heeled black boots. Denki meticulously ripped and fuzzed various slits in the skin-tight, black jeans, where the meat of his thighs bulge obscenely when he crosses his legs or just sits in general. He’s got on a fairly tight charcoal knit sweater, a thin metal choker from Denki and some combination of everyone’s rings on his hands.
“Damnn Blasty you look amazinggg!” Mina singsongs followed by a chorus of agreement behind her.
He makes to roll his eyes when, all too suddenly, he’s shoved onto the bed with a very serious Denki perched on his knees wagging a threatening finger at him.

“Now you listen here Blasty! We love you and we want nothing but the best for you. I don’t doubt Iida’s intentions but we care about you Blasty.”

Eijirou nods solemnly at his side on the bed.

Mina smacks a big glossy kiss on his cheek

“You’re our little, spicy baby Kats, we want to see you happy and safe and cared for and if you’ve found that with Tenya, we’ll support you all the way. I mean, hello? He’s a gentleman, he’s huge, he’s hot, he’s an amazing hero, he adores the shit out of you from what Eiji told us… We’re happy for you Kats.” A much softer, glossy kiss is pressed onto his cheek.

“…My gremlin’s all grown up”
“Ok fucking…Eijirou what th- “
His little pod of weirdos dog pile onto him, assaulting him and pressing the air out of his lungs until they form a cramped cuddle pile around him. They lay there talking about everything and nothing at all until Katsuki feels fully relaxed and declares he needs to shower. He shoos them away. Sero lingers in the door and Katsuki realizes he hadn’t really contributed to the spiel of sentimentality. “Hanta?”
“We love you KitKat, okay?”
“Mn.”
Sero ruffles his hair and leaves with a fond smile.
Katsuki undresses carefully so as not to smudge any of the make-up and puts his hearing aids to charge. He starts meticulously cleaning every inch of himself in the shower; careful not to get his face or hair wet. His quirk makes his body hair sparse and soft; he doesn’t bother shaving the small patch of soft blonde curls above his dick. He aims the shower head to get water into his entrance, shakes around for a beat, and then quickly sits on his toilet to expel it. He retrieves the saline packets from his sink and realizes that everyone probably saw the box; They probably know what it means... With a sigh, he proceeds to lube the nozzle before bending over and bracing an arm on the bathroom wall. The cool tip touches his entrance and his other hand fizzles with tiny sparks.

Deep breath in

…and out

And he presses it in. It’s hard and uncomfortable but he perseveres until he’s sure the contents won’t leak out; then squirts the cool liquid inside of himself. He clenches down and jumps around a few times, feeling absolutely ridiculous as always with his dick flopping about before he sits on the toilet to wait for all of the fluids to drain out of him.
When he’s dressed with all of his borrowed accessories in place, he decides to apply more shimmer to his nose. He feels an odd sort of calm settle over him in place of the buzzing nervousness under his skin that he’d expected to feel. Surrounded by the people he secretly or not so secretly loves, and their overflowing support and affection for him and for this new first in his life, something so simple and niche that Katsuki has long thought silly and irrelevant for the course his life was meant to take, he now feels happiness. Like this is something he can have. He can feel this out on his own terms. Enjoy it without the judgemental echo in his head. Talk about it with people who genuinely want to listen, support and get excited with him about the little things.
He glances at his phone, 6:07. It’s the first time today he’s had any time to himself and he takes a moment to just breathe and acknowledge everything that’s happened. Tenya said…well he said a lot of things. But he made Katsuki feel treasured. It felt a lot like love but that’s not the word Tenya used, so Katsuki won’t assume. It’s hard to internalize the pretty words when they clash with his own ugly vision of himself. He never thought he’d be dating, never saw it as a possibility. He remembers when people assumed he’d been dating Kirishima. It had made him wonder if that was something that was expected of them. But he saw the way Kirishima and Kaminari lit up for each other; complimented each other. And he knew love was bound to bloom between them. There are quite a few couples in his dorm but he never really thought he’d be one of them. Middle school Katsuki would despise him now. And maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe that’s what growth is about. How far he’s come. He knows this date means so much more than he’s let himself consider. It means they’re working towards a relationship. Something long-term. Katsuki thinks of living with Tenya. Of safe nights and easy mornings. The domesticity inside their own space. The understanding between them of how important their careers are. The trust he can put in Tenya’s strength and reliability. The way Tenya smiles and laughs full of fondness at Katsuki’s brashness. He lies in the quiet evening light and lets his mind wander. So much has changed in just a few hours. There’s a happy acceptance brimming at the edges. The irony of a calm sort of excitement. Like he’s on the edge of something amazing. Taking in the view before getting swept away. It’s so different from what he pictured as a child, a lonely life of fame and worship, no friends, no ties, no weaknesses.
His phone lights up. A cheerful little ‘Good luck Kacchan!! 😘😘😘’ from Izuku. He huffs a laugh and types back a quick ‘Thanks nerd.’

It’s 6:47 and the butterflies are beginning to set in again.
He gets up and washes the fresh layer of sweat from his hands. He fusses over his hair a bit and stomps around in the heels to get accustomed to the feeling. Eventually he pops in his hearing aids, takes some deep steadying breaths, and turns off his lights and ac before leaving his room. The hallways are empty and he lets himself walk slowly to steady his breathing. The butterflies are beating up a storm in his stomach. In the elevator he can hear the thumping of his own heart. As the doors open, he immediately hears his sensei trying to manage the chaos that is dinner time in their dorm. He rolls his eyes at the familiarity and plods towards the noise. All eyes snap to him… then there’s cooing and screeching and- and Kirishima dancing around? Going “Ayyyy ayyyyy!” He has no idea what to do with these idiots. Then they’re all poking and prodding his ears, his cheeks. Someone, (Ochaco), smacks his butt. Kaminari face plants into his ‘bakutitties,’ Mina pulls lip-gloss out of nowhere to give him a touch up, Momo is holding her heart like a proud mother. When someone yells, “Bakuhoee!!” Aizawa pipes up, “Settle down you animals!” He turns to Katsuki then, “Bakugou I’m told you made the purin.”
“Tenya helped.”
There’s a lot of murmuring about his use of the others first name. “I see, well thank you both. I’m told your portion was already packed up.”
“Mm”
“Don’t forget to lock up and someone needs to return the keys, I’ll be awake to check in.”
“Thanks sensei.” Aizawa brushes absolutely nothing from Katsuki’s sweater, he pauses, ruffles his hair, and makes his exit; ignoring the awws from his gaggle of overgrown kids. Face stoic as ever. As the doors shut behind him, Katsuki is immediately bombarded with questions; his ears ring slightly. Izuku speaks up first. “Hey-hey guys. I’m sure Kacchan just wants to focus on having fun right now and he’ll tell us more when he’s ready okay?” They pipe down fairly quickly at Izuku’s soft but serious tone. He looks to Katsuki as if he’s asking if he did good. Katsuki rolls his eyes but opens an arm minutely. But Izuku sees it and, like the affectionate nerd he is, barrels into Katsuki all teary eyed and grabby hands, nuzzling and sniffling. Katsuki pets his hair in fond acceptance. Eventually, his phone buzzes and Izuku pulls back. “Have a great time Kacchan!” Katsuki doesn’t really know what to say so he just waves at his idiots and makes his way towards the door to the stairs.

Once in the stairwell he checks his phone. ‘Ready when you are :)’ from Tenya. He takes a breath and realizes the happy calm is back. There’s a pleasant tingle in his palms as he reaches the door to the roof. He opens it and steps out into the cold night air. He shuts the door behind himself and glances around, eyes drawn to warm light at the far end of the roof. Past their flourishing garden of herbs and vegetables, the flower pots have been pushed to frame a small clearing. The roof has been swept clean; the gardening tools packed away. Then he sees Tenya, and stops. He’s wearing a soft, plush, white sweater that makes him look cosy and ripped all at the same time. His oversized charcoal cargo pants accommodate his mufflers easily, and he’s got his fancy combat boots on. Katsuki is half surprised he isn’t in a suit or a shirt but he thinks maybe he had fashion advice tonight too. God knows Katsuki would have shown up in sweatpants if left to his own devices. His gaze travels back up. Tenya’s soft hair is brushed back, blowing slightly in the wind. He’s got contacts in because his glasses are nowhere to be seen, and he’s wearing a number of pretty bracelets that look like they’re Shouto’s. Tenya looks a little wide eyed to be honest. Katsuki realizes he’s taking him in too. He flushes but doesn’t look away.

Tenya walks the rest of the way to him and cups his jaw. Katsuki feels like he might just float away with the breeze. Tenya kisses him without a word, hands sliding into his hair and scraping gently at his scalp. Katsuki grips his sweater. His stomach swoops and he regrettably moves his hands out of range, as tiny sparks start to dance. Tenya pulls back just a few inches to rest the foreheads together and stare at him. Katsuki rests his forearms on Tenya’s shoulders and points his palms away instead.
Tenya smiles that soft, soft smile at him. Eyes crinkled and full of affection.
“Hi baby”
“Hi” Katsuki rasps
“You look stunning”
“Mm”
“My pretty boy?”
“Me?”
“You.”
“Y-you look good too”
“Thank you”
“You smell good,” he really does. Some soft white musk cologne mixed with his laundry detergent and natural scent.
“You smell like caramel”
Katsuki fucking giggles and Tenya’s eyes go softer.
“I cooked”
“I know. You wouldn’t fucking tell me what it was”
“It’s a surprise”
“So you keep saying”
“Aizawa sensei helped me set up”
“Huh?”
“He came to check on me and ended up stringing the lights”
“Lemme see”
“I-it’s just a simple picnic”
“Means more than taking me to some stuck-up rich people restaurant”
“Hm I’m glad. Ready for our date Katsuki?”
And gods he’s never going to get enough of his name in that voice, is he?
“Ready Tenya”
Tenya pecks his lips like a reward. He pulls away, walking them backwards to the picnic while holding Katsuki hand, regardless of the occasional tiny spark here and there. Katsuki looks away from him to take everything in. The flower plants frame a little nook where a tall half tent has been set up. Fairy lights lining the edges with a soft orange glow. A makeshift kotatsu has been set up with a plush quilt and various pillows and cushions. Covered dishes sit on top with fake candles twinkling softly. There’s a laptop in front of the dishes, presumably for a movie, and a tea set that he recognizes as Momo’s.

Katsuki really doesn’t want to cry he doesn’t think that’s how first dates are supposed to go. When he looks back at Tenya, he’s smiling softly like Katsuki’s face has already given him away regardless.

“This is fucking perfect I hope you know that” sniffle
Tenya smiles softer, “I’m glad you like it Katsuki”
“S’ also really fuckin’ gay,” Tenya laughs at that, loud and full bodied as he clutches Katsuki’s hands, doubling over.

“No shit”

Katsuki snorts incredulously at the other’s swearing. They let their hands drop in favour of removing their boots and climbing into the little nook. Sliding under the kotatsu and pressing into Tenya’s side warms him from the inside out. Tenya readjusts to slide an arm around Katsuki’s waist and tuck him tighter against himself. Katsuki doesn’t shy away from holding the hand on his waist; big and warm around his own clammy one.

“Where’s my surprise?” Tenya smiles and pulls the biggest dish towards them and uncovers it. The scent hits him and he knows what it is before he even sees it. Sichuan and chilli and ginger and-yep, mapo tofu. Tenya uncovers steaming white rice and steamed bok choy. There's also a pitcher of chilled water and two tins of purin. Katsuki can’t really process all of it. Everyone knows he loves spicy food, but only a few know how much he adores mapo tofu. It looks exactly the way he likes it. The way he learned from- “Where’d you get this recipe?”
“Ah, well, Shouto was happy to get me in touch with his sister when I asked if he knew the recipe. I tried my best to mmph- “Katsuki turns in his hold and cuts him off with a kiss
“What the fuck- “he bites Tenya’s plush bottom lip hard, “you can’t just do shit like this-” He throws his arms around Tenya’s shoulders and pulls him down to kiss him deeper, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!-” he bites him again. Tenya cups his face and gently thumbs his cheek. “Shh baby shh,” Katsuki presses against his forehead. “You know why Katsuki. You’re my baby, aren’t you?” Katsuki nods mind blank from the soft timber of Tenya’s voice, his scent and soft touches; The way he’s holding him close. “That’s right Katsuki. You’re so precious to me, there isn’t anything that’s too much for someone like you. Do you know that?”
Katsuki grimaces and shakes his head no in disagreement.
“Do you believe me when I say that this is how I feel?” Katsuki nods because of course he does. Tenya is loyal and honest and kind, and proper to fault. He’s safe.
“Then we’ll work on you believing all those things on your own too. For now, let me just show you.” He bumps his nose against Katsuki’s. “Can I show you?” Katsuki nods and he’s rewarded with a kiss for it, and Tenya’s tongue laps against his as he pulls back.
“Want to watch something while we eat?”
“Yeah”
“Hmm let’s see, hero documentary or romcom or anime…”
“Documentary sounds good,” Katsuki decides. Tenya definitely doesn’t need to know about his love of romance mangas and movies just yet. And the documentary he would’ve already seen and would serve as more of background noise to any conversation.
Tenya clicks on one with footage of All Might’s earliest feats. The dishes clink as they both serve themselves. Tenya watches him closely as he takes the first bite. The spice bursts in his mouth, the rich flavour and silky tofu, the numbing spice- He bites his lip on an honest to god moan but as he glances at Tenya, it’s clear he heard it anyway. “Good?” He asks expectantly.
“Fucking perfect. S’ like Fuyumi-san made it herself.” Tenya chuckles and sets about pouring them icy water to combat the spice. The documentary drones on in the background as they talk about the week ahead. Their schedules. Recent rioting and raiding in struggling communities nearby. The mood lightens when Tenya asks him about his makeup and tells him how much he loves it. Katsuki thinks he just might be bold enough to wear it more often. His lip gloss has been thoroughly kissed away and the spice stains and plumps his lips. It’s perfect. This is all perfect. Cosy and private and thoughtful. Their feet tangle under the kotatsu and Katsuki sighs happily. Tenya stacks their dishes and pushes them away in favour of unmoulding the purin and serving Momo’s green tea with mint. The purin looks perfect in Katsuki’s not so humble opinion. Tenya takes a spoonful and moans. Katsuki flushes immediately but manages to smirk through it.

“Good?” He asks.

“Fuckin’ perfect” Tenya echoes with his mouth still full.

Katsuki guffaws at the undignified picture he makes. Tenya struggles to swallow around giddy bouts of laughter.

Katsuki feels light as air. Weightless in the moment. He wants to give Tenya everything he’s got. He wants to show him too. Suddenly any nerves still fluttering around in his stomach about what’s to come, fizzle out. Katsuki can’t wait. Can’t wait to go back to Tenya’s room and pull him into his bed in the soft lamplight. Can’t wait to kiss and taste and give himself over to Tenya on his terms. He wants to kneel in front of him and figure out all on his own how to make him feel good with his mouth, so he’s never disappointed that Katsuki can’t use his hands on him.
He realizes he’s been staring and Tenya’s cosy silhouette for too long and turns his attention to the purin instead. It’s good, perfectly creamy, but Katsuki’s mind is far away. He wants to go to Tenya’s room but like hell is he gonna initiate that.
He focuses on the documentary instead-
All Might in his first ever recorded interview.
Tenya puts away his purin tin in favour of wrapping both arms around Katsuki’s waist.
The interviewer asks about All Might’s aspirations and-
Tenya kisses his jaw.
Katsuki inhales sharply.

When his eyes refocus, All Might has hoisted the interviewer into the air with one arm.
Tenya holds Katsuki’s sparking palms in his, away from the quilt.
The frame tilts as the camera man abandons his post in favour of being hoisted onto All Might’s other shoulder.
Tenya kisses his neck. Katsuki exhales on a moan. His skin alight. Tenya makes to pull back and Katsuki presses desperately on his hands to keep him close. Tenya squeezes him reassuringly and goes back to nosing at his neck.
Tenya hoists him easily over his leg so that Katsuki’s back is flush against his torso.

Tenya’s hands caress his sides as he settles his palms on the other’s knees.
Tenya rubs his thighs and the exposed skin through the rips in his jeans ripple with goosebumps.
A large hand settles on his inner thigh while the other slides up his hip, his stomach, across a nipple, and settles over his pounding heart and quivering ribs.

The hand slides up further to coax his jaw and make him meet Tenya in soft kiss. Katsuki’s breathing shallowly.

“Tell me how to make you feel good baby”
Katsuki shakes his head. He doesn’t know. Even if he did, he couldn’t put it into words right now.
“I dunno. Just- “Tenya kisses him “Don’t stop”
“Okay baby,” he acquiesces, “but tell me if you don’t like something. Or pinch me. Can you promise me that Katsuki?”
Katsuki nods, “Promise”
“Good boy”
Katsuki’s mind goes blank.

The phrase ‘good boy’ ping-ponging around in his brain. His cock twitches painfully in the tight jeans. Tenya called him good. He’s gonna be good. He’s being good for him. Fuck, he feels kind of high. He’s not sure if that’s normal but that floating feeling is back.
“Mm-”
“You are. You’re such a good boy Katsuki”
Tenya’s hand comes to rest on his bulge. Katsuki keens and bucks against it and Tenya presses down in response. He moans breathy and broken. He balls his hands into fists where they rest on his thighs to alleviate the tingling there. Tenya presses, rhythmically massaging his cock through the hard layer of denim. Katsuki pants into his mouth incapable of kissing back through the onslaught of pleasure licking up his spine. Tenya doesn’t seem to mind; content to hold Katsuki and make him feel like he’s going to shatter apart.
“Katsuki can I open this?” He taps on his zipper.
Katsuki nods against his forehead.
“Turn around for me baby,” Tenya coaxes, even as he holds Katsuki and easily manoeuvres him instead.
Katsuki finds himself facing Tenya, sitting between his spread legs with his own thrown over the other’s hips.
Katsuki rests his arms on Tenya’s shoulders on instinct. Tenya kisses him, softly tugging on his bottom lip. Katsuki feels him pop open the clasp and pull down his zipper slowly, as if giving him time to change his mind. Tenya breaks the kiss to look down and Katsuki does too. The zipper is open revealing a sliver of his grey boxers, with the outline of his hardness and a wet patch visible in soft glow.
“Can I pull this down?”
Tenya thumbs at the waistband of his underwear.
“Mm” Katsuki nods
“Are you sure Katsuki?”
Katsuki looks at him then. He wants him to see it in his eyes. “Yes.”
He’s rewarded with another deep kiss.
They both watch as Tenya rolls Katsuki’s sweater up his stomach. Katsuki lifts his hips and lets him tug his jeans down a bit. Then Tenya rolls the waist band of his boxers down and tucks it under his balls. He’s careful not to touch Katsuki but he whimpers all the same. His cock is wet and flushed, and it throbs under the attention, in the chilly night air.
Katsuki realizes with a start that Tenya’s really seeing him like this. Exposed and vulnerable and wanting so badly that he’s leaking all over himself.
“So pretty Katsuki”
An aborted whimper leaves him as his cock twitches for Tenya to see.
“Can you show me how you touch yourself Katsuki?”
Katsuki freezes. He didn’t expect this to come up so soon. But he’s not about to lie.
“…Can’t?”
“That’s ok baby we don’t- “
“No I- I don’t wanna stop, I just- “
Tenya waits for him to gather his words
“I can’t. My hands- When I get overwhelmed- “he brings his wildly sparking hands between them for emphasis.
Tenya nods
“How do you- “
Gods it’s a repeat of his mortifying conversation with Izuku. Katsuki exhales. “Pillow.”
“You-you grind…? “
“Yes.”
“Oh gods”
“What?!” Katsuki snaps defensively.
“I’m so sorry Katsuki. I didn’t mean to, I just- the mental image. It’s too much”
“Oh…” Okay so his date is a pervert. That, he can handle.
“Can I touch you, Katsuki?”
“Y-yeah. I just…don’t know how I’m gonna react.”
Tenya kisses him. “I’ve got you.” They both rest their foreheads together to watch as Tenya reaches for him.
He watches Tenya wrap a big hand around his flushed, red cock. The warmth and pressure make him instantly squirm. His breath picks up. Tenya flexes his grip and Katsuki feels it in a wave against his cock. He moans, the sound high and shocked.
“Yeah?”
Katsuki nods furiously.
Tenya slides his hand up watching the wet skin glide as more clear precum pearls out of his slit.
“F-fffuuuuh-“ His big hand slides back down and Katsuki feels himself go slack. His cock feels so good. Perfectly enveloped and squeezed and warm. Pleasure pools low in his groin and Tenya strokes him once more. A broken “A-ahh-hah” spills out of him.
Tenya holds his jaw, tilts his face up and just looks at him. Katsuki’s cock throbs in his hold. His eyebrows drawn up, eyes hazy, mouth hanging open on little whimpers and moans.
“Can I taste you?”
Katsuki moans loud and long as his hands give off a loud crackle; Legs writhing around Tenya.
“Use your words baby”
“Y-yea”
“Good boy”
Katsuki whimpers.
Tenya releases his cock and Katsuki twitches in the cold air.
He’s hoisted onto his back on top of the kotatsu. He lets his arms flop over his head as Tenya pulls his sweater over his pecs. He slips his hands under the small of Katsuki’s back and the arch of his spine deepens instinctively. Katsuki spreads his legs a little more as Tenya slides closer.

His entire body twitches violently as Tenya’s mouth closes around a nipple in wet warmth, and sucks. His tongue flicks against the bud and Katsuki throws his head back.
“Shit-”
Tenya sucks and flicks his tongue on his other nipple.
“Tenya” Katsuki moans
“You sound so good”
Katsuki pants again when Tenya kisses a wet sloppy trail down his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. Katsuki’s hips twitch and buck with every nip and lick along his skin.
“Baby?”
Katsuki forces himself to look down at Tenya from where he hovers over his cock. A line of precum connects it to his stomach.
“Mm?”
“Can I kiss you here?” Tenya holds his cock upright.
Katsuki squirms and nods desperately. Tenya holds his gaze as he slips his hands under his ass. He lifts Katsuki’s hips to him and waits.
Katsuki wriggles in an aborted thrust.
And then Tenya leans down and licks the precum at Katsuki’s slit. Katsuki’s entire being convulses as he cries out into the night. His hips strain against the waistband of his jeans to get higher. To get closer to Tenya’s mouth. His legs fall completely open for him.
“Tenya please”
Tenya holds him steady and slips his tip into his warm, wet mouth. Katsuki whimpers and squirms as a hot soft tongue slides over his slit once, twice, then presses there as if savouring the taste; Then Tenya exhales against his skin and sucks. Long and wet, it squeezes his tip just right. Katsuki’s legs tremble as he feels slow heat pool and begin to build. It climbs and climbs and Katsuki can’t help but make a shallow thrust into willing mouth over him. Tenya slides his mouth lower and sucks and laps at his cock like he can’t get enough.
“F-ffuck m’gonna cum!”
Tenya moves a hand to cup his balls in his warm palm. Katsuki is writhing and squirming.

Tenya bobs his head for the first time. “Ahhh!” it comes out so high and Katsuki had no idea he could sound like that.

His balls tighten in the warm hold. His dick convulses in Tenya’s mouth at the second bob of his head and Katsuki thinks he’s already cumming as his cock throbs and stays tightened; as it builds and builds and builds deep inside. Katsuki’s arching into Tenya’s mouth, shaking apart, waiting for the release as the pleasure climbs higher with every whimper of Tenya’s name.

Then Tenya sucks. Katsuki’s cock convulses in the wet heat and releases a long stream of cum into the Tenya’s waiting mouth.
“T-Tenya” he manages, as the other moans around his cock. Another long stream of cum pours into the willing mouth wrapped around him. A soft tongue slips along his slit and Katsuki feels tears drip down the sides of his face as he starts to convulse in bursts of pleasure; hips stuttering and twitching violently. Tenya seems to catch on and starts lapping at the underside of his tip, hands tightening on Katsuki’s hips. Katsuki’s legs squirm around his head. His cock feeling so good but so overstimulated.
“P-please-” he manages just before another stream of cum shoots up his cock and pours into Tenya’s mouth. Tenya moans around him once more and Katsuki twitches as his cock throbs in overstimulation. He whimpers and squirms. Tenya gives one last lap at his slit, holding him through the resulting full-bodied throb before he slips off of his spit-slick cock entirely. Katsuki could lie there rosy and sated but he needs him. He reaches out with softly sparking hands, desperately for Tenya. He slides him back onto the quilt between his legs with Katsuki’s legs thrown over his and his arms on his shoulders. Katsuki kisses him. He knows what he tastes like, he’s licked it off his sheets curiously before. Salty sweet like his sweat with an underlying musk. Mixed in with Tenya’s taste, he can’t get enough. It’s them. He breaks the kiss to whisper a shy, “wanna make you feel good too”
Tenya flushes and turns away.

“Um actually I um-“ he lifts his cardigan to reveal a growing wet patch on his dark pants.
“Oh”
“Mhmm”
“You liked it that much…”
“So much”
“You came in your fucking pants”
“Katsuki,” he admonishes- “You have no idea how you looked, what you sound like. How you feel. How it feels to know I caused all of that.”
Katsuki flushes as he stares at the wet patch.

Tenya helps him readjust his clothes even when his palms have stopped sparking in favour of the sleepy haze settling over them. “Let’s get cleaned up ok baby?” Katsuki moves to gather up the dishes. “It’s ok um, Eijirou actually offered to help clear up.”
“He did?”
“Yes, tonight. I thought you knew”
“S’ fine. M’ gonna grab my shit and meet you in your room”
“Okay” he’s softly kissed in response.

Katsuki slips on his shoes and ambles quietly to his room. As he passes Kirishima’s room his door is wide open; the entire ‘Bakusquad’ inside chatting away. They gasp as they see him and rush to the door just as Katsuki manages to shut his. He quickly stuffs underwear, toothbrush, skincare, chargers, phone and Izuku’s ‘goodie bag’ into a backpack. He has no intention of wearing his own pyjamas. He intends to wear Tenya’s clothes for the foreseeable future and he might as well start now.

When he re-emerges in bedroom slippers with an over-night backpack, the group waiting outside his door bursts into unintelligible squeals and cheers. He rolls his eyes at their embarrassing antics.

“Message me if anything”
Mina latches onto him and tiptoes for a kiss which she gets smacked onto her pink forehead. Kaminari coos at them.

“Kats I know this is awkward but do you have everything you need? Not that anything has to happen. Just in case…”
“Stuff already fucking happened”
An ominously harmonized chorus of “EHH?!” makes Katsuki shove them back into Eijirou’s room and shut the door.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Kats” Sero pipes up “what do you mean?”
Katsuki takes a measured breath in. He knows this will stay just between them without ever having to ask. “He, you know-”
“No baby we don’t” Mina says gently.
“Used his-”
“Hands!” Kaminari supplies proudly.
And Katsuki nods “Mm. And his…” Katsuki gestures vaguely at his face.
Mina gasps “Iida Tenya did not go down on you on the roof! Oh, my gods my babies!” She turns to Kaminari who is absolutely losing his mind shaking Sero back and forth. “Kats oh my god… how was it??”
“Are you okay blasty?”
“M’ good. I’m uh, really fuckin good”
Another chorus of cheering and teasing starts up and he rolls his eyes at them.
“He uhhh-”
The room quiets in favour of hearing more details.
“He kind of uh…” he glances around wishing they’d understand without him saying it out loud. No such luck. “…fuckin’ cameinhispantswhenhedidit”
“Holy fucking shit that’s adorableeee!” Kaminari squeaks.
Mina is cooing at him while violently punching Sero’s arm who, unphased, clutches his heart dramatically.
“You idiots are so fucking embarrassing”
Sero grins and ruffles his hair. “That’s pretty kinky Kats. First time on a roof?”
Katsuki smacks him on his chest half-heartedly.
“Whatever I’m just gonna go now weirdos”
“Have fuuun,” Mina singsongs. “Be safe Kats!” Katsuki accepts the kisses and hugs dutifully.
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When Tenya answers his door, he’s in the middle of his brushing his teeth with a towel around his hips. Katsuki shuffles in and tries to think of something to say that isn’t about all of the plush muscle on display. Distantly he swears can hear Kaminari in is head whisper ‘thicc.’ He shakes himself out of it and starts taking out his toothbrush.

He bumps against Tenya in the tiny bathroom as he starts brushing his teeth next to him. “Returned the keys?”
“Uhuh”
“Ran into the idiots” he says as he spits out.
“Huh?”
“Eiji was missing”
Tenya chuckles, “well he rushed up there pretty fast to help when I let him know we were heading in.”
“He’s just a fucking puppy”
Tenya makes a noise of agreement at that. Katsuki pauses a moment to watch his back muscles ripple as he slips on a t-shirt, then hurriedly shuts himself in the bathroom. He removes his hearing aids and gets into the shower, washing himself meticulously yet again, then going through his skin care routine as quickly as he can. He pulls on his underwear, wraps his towel around his hips and steps out rather awkwardly, as he replaces his hearing aids quickly.
“I uh, need some sleep clothes”
Tenya looks at him surprised. They both know Katsuki could have grabbed some from his room. But maybe Tenya understands because he says nothing. Just gets up to rifle through his drawers before handing over a pink hoodie and a pair of too long grey sweat pants to Katsuki. He pulls on the hoodie and immediately understands why Kaminari is obsessed with his boyfriend’s hoodies. It smells like Tenya. It feels love-worn and it’s perfectly too-big on him, hitting mid-thigh and giving him sweater paws that make him feel tiny. He pulls off his towel and makes to pull on the sweatpants, before Tenya reaches for him and tugs him close by the hoodie. Katsuki stands still and lets him thumb at his hips and look him over. Tenya himself, has on shorts and soft blue sleep shirt. They stand in the middle of the room like that until Katsuki takes his hand and leads him backwards to the bed. He climbs in and shuffles to the far end on his knees, before slipping under the covers as Tenya follows him. They snuggle up to each other with Tenya holding him and Katsuki’s fists against his chest. A now familiar position.

Katsuki removes his hearing aids and hands them to Tenya, who quickly sets them in the charging dock on the nightstand. Neither move to turn off the lamp.
Katsuki shuffles back to lift his hands. ‘Thank you’ he signs.
‘It was my pleasure. I loved tonight’
‘Me too’
They spend their time in silence signing to each other until Katsuki drifts peacefully.
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Katsuki wakes to someone gently coaxing him to consciousness. His eyes go wide until Tenya’s face comes into focus. He squints. Tenya holds out his hearing aids for him and he promptly slips them in. “Wuswrong”
“Sensei’s here to check in”
“Mn” he shuffles out of bed to the open bedroom door to see Aizawa looking sleepier than usual. “Times’it?” He asks.
“Curfew”
“Mn. M’inside”
“I can see that” he turns to Tenya “Roof is cleaned up?”
“Yes sensei”
“Keys back on the board?”
“Yes”
“Mm, okay back to bed you two”
Katsuki squints after him as he leaves. Then shuts and locks the door. He and Tenya flop back into bed.
“How long were we out for”
“Well,” Tenya says as he wraps his arms around Katsuki, “it’s midnight now so just a couple hours”
Katsuki feels warm and safe and so, so good surrounded by everything Tenya. In his room, his bed. He wants to let him know. Needs him to know what he’s done to him somehow.
“Ten” he tugs on his sleep shirt
“Baby?”
“C’mon” Katsuki tugs at him stubbornly until he’s on top of him. Warm and heavy and perfect for hugging. He wraps his legs around him with a pleased hum.
“Hi Baby”
Katsuki smiles up at him.
“So pretty” he places a small kiss at the corner of Katsuki’s lips
“More”
He expects Tenya to laugh at him maybe. But leans down easily and gives him what he asks for. Sucking gently on his lips.
A soft pleased breathy sound leaves him at the sensations. Gentle kisses, hand holding his head, strong arm enveloping him under Tenya’s big form. He’s a pleasant weight on top of him pressing him deeper into the mattress, and pressing between his legs just right.
Tenya pulls back to look at him. “More?”
Katsuki nods and let’s his hands fall back to the bed. Tenya pulls the hoodie away from his neck and dips down. Trailing wet suckling kisses along his jaw. He presses a biting kiss into the sensitive skin just under his jaw, and Katsuki’s legs tighten around him like a vice.
“Baby?”
“Nngh”
“I left a mark love, I’m sorry”
“S’ fine”
“It is??” Tenya asks incredulously
“Yeah. Who the fuck else is gonna leave marks on me?” Katsuki looks him over, seeing the hesitation and wanting to absolutely demolish it. “You’re mine right?”
Tenya’s eyes widen. He nods quickly “I’m yours”
Katsuki wants to smirk at him, say something witty. But the moment feels too delicate. Like everything is changing around them as they lay here see each other as they are.
Katsuki studies hi face for a beat; He nods as if to himself, then tugs at Tenya’s shirt. “Off.” Tenya complies so easily. Sitting back on his heels between Katsuki’s legs and pulling the shirt off; leaving his hair fluffed up in the process. Katsuki reaches for the hem of the hoodie and pulls it off his own head. The cold air of the room hits his warm skin. He steels himself before reaching down to undo the drawstring of Tenya’s shorts. When he looks up at him Tenya is carefully searching his face. He tugs at the waistband.
“Off?” Tenya supplies
Katsuki nods.
Tenya stands and slips out of the shorts. He makes to get back into the bed but Katsuki holds him still.

He sits up and kneels on the bed. He tugs gently at Tenya’s boxers. He looks questioningly at him. Tenya is still watching him curiously. Waiting to follow Katsuki’s lead. Not pushing not rushing.
“…off” Katsuki manages.
Tenya nods and pulls the underwear down and off. He straightens shyly but allows Katsuki to look. The trail of soft blue hair leads down in a small patch above his dick.
He’s longer and thicker than Katsuki is. Hard and heavy looking. A deep dusty pink at the slick head.

He smells like Tenya and soap and soft musk.

Katsuki dips forward and kisses the head. The muscles in Tenya’s thighs twitch hard. He kisses at the slit and his lips come away coated in precum. He licks them and tastes the slightly salty flavour. Then he licks along the slit like he imagines Tenya had done, and hums at the taste.
Tenya moans low and soft, sounding pained. His hands come up and his fingers thread their way into Katsuki’s hair. Katsuki looks up at him. His eyes are blown wide and he’s flushed and panting. Katsuki wets his lips and dips back down. He fits the smooth slick head into his mouth, pushing his lips over his teeth protectively. He suckles with a hum.
“Katsuki” the hands in his hair tighten and tug pleasantly.
He suckles again running his tongue over the head. “Hmm?”
“Katsuki I-I can’t hold it if you don’t stop”
Katsuki decides he just needs to feel him deeper in his mouth before he pulls away. He dips down tonguing at the underside and taking more until the head bumps the back of his throat. His hands spark. Tenya moans deep and throaty. And then Katsuki pulls off of him. His cock bobs in front of his face and Katsuki looks up at a panting, quivering Tenya. Pride surges in his chest. He wants to give him more. He shuffles out of his own underwear and preens under Tenya’s gaze. He reaches a lightly sparking hand out and tugs Tenya back on top of him. He has no idea how to ask for this, if Tenya even wants this so soon. So, he takes his hand in his, his own sparking nervously but Tenya doesn’t bat an eye. Just studies Katsuki’s face. Katsuki guides his large hand to rub down his sternum over his stomach. Tenya stops at his dick. Stroking it gently. Katsuki arches into the sudden pleasure but quickly pulls the hand away. Tenya looks at him in confusion until Katsuki pulls his knees to himself and slips Tenya’s hand between his cheeks.
“Baby?” Tenya says softly. “You have to tell me what you want”
Katsuki bites his lip. He can’t voice it.
“Sign it to me sweetheart. Please?”
At the gentle plea he brings his hands up to sign shakily. ‘Want you inside’
“Baby do you mean my fingers?”
Katsuki shakes his head No and signs ‘everything’
Tenya’s hand twitches at his entrance. “Katsuki are you sure?”
Katsuki nods and cants his hips against Tenya’s hand. Tenya leans over him to retrieve a toiletries bag from his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a small box of condoms, and sets them on the bed. Katsuki flushes. Tenya thought of this. Prepared for it. Probably imagined it with him. He squirms.
Tenya holds up the bottle. “I’ll use this. We’ll go as slow as you need. I’ll do whatever you need. It’s so important to me that I don’t hurt you.” Katsuki nods.
“But first,” Tenya presses a finger against his rim. And it clenches instinctively. Katsuki feels himself throb in response. “Can I kiss you here?” Tenya taps against his rim and Katsuki’s hips twitch forward.

“W-why?”
“Because I really want to…”
That. Is not what Katsuki expected. He doesn’t see how Tenya gets anything out of it. But then again, he came in his pants from Katsuki cumming in his mouth.
“I think it’ll feel good for you too. But if it doesn’t, I promise I’ll stop immediately”
Katsuki nods. He’s confident he cleaned himself up properly but this is still nerve wracking to have him right there. Kissing and- Tenya holds Katsuki’s hips and hoists them into the air cutting off his train of thought.
Katsuki gasps and grips the sheets with sparking hands. He smells the singe of the fabric and immediately fists his tingling palms shut. Tenya pulls his lower half to his face until he can feel his warm breaths wash over his groin. Katsuki’s upper back, head and arms are all that rest on the bed.
“Ready?”
Katsuki steels himself rests his legs over Tenya’s shoulders and nods.

Tenya dips down, placing soft kisses over his cock, his taint and ass. Katsuki squirms as his cock twitches from the featherlight touches to his sensitive skin. Then Tenya looks down at him. He sees Tenya’s mouth drop open as he pushes forward between his cheeks. Then a soft, wet tongue laps against his entrance. Katsuki startles at how good it feels. Tenya’s warm tongue presses, and undulates against him. It takes Katsuki a second to realize that the high-pitched whining he hears is coming from his own mouth. He bites down on his bottom lip quickly to muffle it. Through blurry eyes he watches Tenya pull back just to start kissing at his rim. Tenya looks right back at him with an addictive sort of reverence. He presses his tongue against him again, slipping and sliding and feeling him out. Tasting him just because he wants to. Like this does more for him than it does for Katsuki. He lets out a sob as he feels his rim start to clench and unclench. Like it’s relaxing for Tenya. He knows his hands must be sparking wildly over his head at this point. His toes curl as he presses his feet to Tenya’s back in a silent plea for more. Tenya doesn’t look away. Katsuki feels the tapered tip of his tongue start to prod at his softened rim and sobs again as his entrance starts to spasm wildly. His cock jerks and drools in a never-ending, sticky line of precum; dripping onto his stomach and chest. He feels the wet tongue wiggle deeper, still just barely inside, and he can’t help but tighten his legs around Tenya’s neck. He wishes he could thread his fingers through Tenya’s hair and push him deeper. Hold him there and grind. His hands clench at the thought but quickly release to let the sparks freely ignite. Tenya’s tongue prods deeper as Katsuki feels warm drool trickle down his crack. It feels sloppy and wet as Tenya licks more fat stripes across his softened hole. His cock twitches and twitches, begging for attention but Katsuki doesn’t ask. It would be over far too quickly if Tenya touched him there right now. He wants to last.

The tongue prods again and Katsuki’s hole desperately relaxes to let it in. It slips in entirely. Warm and wet and soft. Tenya pants against his ass and Katsuki stops breathing entirely. His channel spasms around the intrusion on instinct and a tiny whimper leaves his throat. Then Tenya undulates his tongue against his soft insides. A slippery soft caress on the sensitive untouched flesh there. Katsuki’s cock convulses hard and a dribble of cum lands on his pecs. Tenya zones in on it. He wraps his arms around Katsuki’s middle pulling him to his face to bury his tongue deeper and wriggle it inside of Katsuki. Katsuki is sobbing through moans at the pleasure radiating outwards through him from the writhing, wet appendage inside of him. Saliva streams into him and down his crack.

He sobs at Tenya pitifully.

He’s rewarded with a gentle undulation of the wet tongue and they both watch as Katsuki’s cock convulses. He feels himself clamp down on Tenya’s tongue as pleasure consumes his groin. He feels the build of it. They watch as a slow dribble of cum runs out of his pink slit and lands on his cheek as Katsuki lets out a breathy moan. He feels like he’s floating. Soft and light and safe. Katsuki’s legs go lax as Tenya gently readjusts him. He’s still hard; he hasn’t cum enough but he feels sated. Happy. Ready for Tenya to give him everything he needs. Trusting him to know what he needs. He watches in a daze as Tenya wipes his face with his shirt and reaches for his hand.
“You did so well for me Katsuki”
“Mm?”
“So well baby. Thank you”
He bites his lip on a smile. Did Tenya just thank him for letting him eat his ass??
“Do you want to continue or do you want to rest baby?”
“Want you inside” he repeats
Tenya blushes all pretty. “I’m just going to use some mouthwash before I can kiss you again ok baby? Not going far, I promise”
Katsuki realizes he instinctively tightened his legs around him again. He watches him go. Mufflers steaming onto thick calves and thighs and butt. Broad chiselled back and a plush muscled front. He catches a glimpse of white on his inner thigh and grins. He’s so easy. So giving. Getting off on Katsuki’s pleasure.

Katsuki stretches out. He could cuddle Tenya and go right to sleep. So much has happened in just one day. But he knows what he wants. And he knows Tenya wants to give it to him, share it with him. And he wants it now.
He wipes his hands off on Tenya’s shirt and dabs some of the spit off of his butt. His entrance still feels so relaxed and sort of empty. He sits up to drink some water just as Tenya comes back smelling minty and looking adorably shy for someone who just ate ass like his life depended on it.
It makes him grin.

He pats the bed and Tenya sits in front of him.

Katsuki climbs onto lap and kisses him. Trying to put all he feels into the kiss.

“Are you okay?”
“I’m so fucking good. You’re so fucking good” he adds with a sharp nip to Tenya’s bottom lip.
Tenya blushes again for him.
“Let me do that to you sometime”
“Anything you want Katsuki”
“Yeah?”
“Yes”
He’s so fucking earnest too.
Katsuki hands him the bottle of lube and settles with his knees spread wide on his lap.
“More baby?”
“Do you want to?”

“Very much”

“Mm”
“My fingers?”
Katsuki leans in to speak shyly against his lips. “Your cock”
Tenya’s breath hitches he grips Katsuki so painfully hard, but it’s so good because it’s him.
“Are you sure?” Tenya pulls back to make eye contact
“So fucking sure”
“Say it for me?”
Katsuki relents at the sweet tone. “Please?”
Tenya starts to fumble with the lube between them
“Mhm?”
“More?”
“Mhm” Tenya sounds so fucking gone
Katsuki wants to give him everything he wants. “Fuck me”
Tenya moans prettily for him and its addictive.
“Please fuck me?” Katsuki pulls back to meet his blown-out eyes.
Tenya nods helplessly.
“I-Katsuki you should know I haven’t done this before”
“Me neither”
“I need you to talk to me. Please I need to know if you’re in pain. I need to know what you need. Please Katsuki I don’t want to mess this up”
Katsuki’s heart stutters in his chest “Promise” he reassures
“Thank you” Tenya kisses him. “I’m going to take care of you I promise” Tenya tells him
Katsuki’s heart clenches. He’s never fucking letting him go. He’s never going to recover from this night. And he doesn’t want to.
He doesn’t startle when Tenya slips his hand between them and under Katsuki. He doesn’t startle when a slick finger slides against his entrance. It’s gentle and slow and Tenya’s looking at him like he’s his everything. He feels treasured and safe and it’s easy to relax against him. Rest their foreheads together. Breathe together in the lamplight. Trading air and soft kisses in the middle of the night.
When Tenya circles his rim the pleasure ebbs gently. Tenya cups his face and asks him again if he’s sure and Katsuki nods. Then there’s a thick slick finger slipping into him.
“There you go good boy”
It’s bigger and longer than Tenya’s tongue. It soothes a strange dull ache in him. Quelling the empty feeling despite how foreign it feels. Katsuki’s body fights between relaxing or baring down to push the intrusion out.

Then he startles suddenly.
“T-Tenya what if what if I’m not clean”
“You tasted clean”
“Yeah but-“ he falters
Tenya slips his finger out and brings it up to show him. A clear film of lube the only thing on it.
“O-oh” he manages as it slips back into him. His channel flutters and Tenya starts to gently thrust in and out of the relaxed hole. Katsuki takes measured breaths.
“Perfect” Tenya praises and Katsuki flushes all over again.
“Feels weird” he mutters “But good at the same time”
Tenya hums and kisses him. “You’re so soft inside. So warm”
Tenya removes his finger and squirts more lube.
“Ready for two?”
Katsuki nods. “How many do I need?”
“Four”
He gasps at the dull ache in his rim from the new stretch. He spasms several times before Tenya begins thrusting again.
“I’m going to try something”
“Mm?”
“I’m going to try to find your prostate okay baby?”
“Mhm”
“Let me know when it feels good sweetheart”
“Mm”
“Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah Ten”
“You’re so sweet for me” Tenya praises as he starts to crook his fingers on every drag out.
Katsuki breathes through the new stimulation.
Suddenly Tenya’s fingers crook softly against a spot inside of him that sparks a deeper pleasure than he’s ever felt. His cock spurts out precum.
“Ten-!”
Tenya’s arm tightens around him protectively as he repeats the motion. Katsuki moans into his mouth as he presses himself harshly onto Tenya’s fingers. Keeping them right there. He grinds mindlessly as heat pools at the base of his cock. A steady stream of precum dribbles slowly out.
“Fuck” Tenya whispers. Katsuki agrees wholeheartedly, but all he can do is grind and tremble and pant. Whimpering breathy and pitiful. But Tenya holds him through the tremors.
Katsuki gasps as a third finger presses into him and up against that spot with the others. Katsuki startles at a particularly hard throb from his cock.
“N-no Ten stop! Don’t wanna cum yet”
Obediently he pulls his fingers away and focuses on spreading them to stretch his rim.
“Y-you did this before”
“To myself”
Katsuki pictures it. Tenya flushed and panting and fingering himself. He decides he needs to see it. Needs to do it for him sometime.

He focuses on breathing through the thorough stretching. Squirming and unable to relax. Another spurt of lube and a fourth finger slips in with ease.
“You’re doing so perfectly Katsuki” Tenya spreads his fingers and Katsuki feels his relaxed muscles stretch easily. Soft and painless around the intrusion. He feels emptier than ever and mindlessly bites down on Tenya’s neck not knowing what else to do with himself. Gentle spasms try to clamp Tenya’s fingers in place to soothe the need.
Katsuki looks up at him. Illuminated by his sparking hands behind his head. So pretty and earnest and caring.
“Please”
“Hmm?”
“Gonna make me say it?”
“I like hearing it” Tenya admits with a wicked crook of his fingers that has Katsuki bucking hard against him.
“Use your words baby. You’re so good at that for me”
“You like it that much?” Katsuki pants
“You have no idea”
“M’ready”
“Mhm” Tenya says sweetly
Katsuki kisses him like a plea and Tenya kisses back firmly
Warm and safe and cradled in Tenya’s strong embrace against soft skin with reverent eyes on him, Katsuki needs to let him know.
With four fingers thrusting into him he looks into Tenya eyes and tells him.

“M’ yours”
The fingers inside of him freeze and Tenya eyes go impossibly soft.
“You’re mine” he confirms like he needs to hear himself say it. Katsuki nods.
“Anything for you” Tenya repeats
And Katsuki says what he knows Tenya wants to hear “Please fuck me”
Tenya nods, transfixed. Gently, he pulls his fingers out with a slick squelch. He fumbles to dry his hands and put on a condom. Katsuki manages to help him pour more lube onto his cock.

Tenya strokes himself and Katsuki raises to his knees so he can slide the tip against his entrance.
“Baby?”
“Ten?”
“I’m so happy it’s you”
“Me too” Katsuki chokes out. He’s not gonna cry.
“I don’t want to hurt you”
“You stretched me good”
“Still”
“Tenya”
“Yes baby”
“Want you”
Katsuki bares down against the tip feeling the dull pressure. They gasp but neither pulls away.
“Baby I’m not gonna last long”
Katsuki huffs a strained laugh. “Wasn’t expecting you to”
Tenya shuffles back against the wall and Katsuki rests the backs of his hands against it.
They look at each other.

Katsuki squirms to get his cock into place. Tenya holds it steady and presses against his hole.

Katsuki nods quickly.

And then Tenya is pressing up into him. His rim quivers as the spongy head of Tenya’s cock pushes through his slick, soft entrance. A dull pain radiates outwards.
“H-hurts”
Tenya grunts in concentration “I’ll p-pull out Kats-“
“N-no no no want it, want you” Katsuki panics.
“O-oh okay baby okay shh shh, I’ll give you anything you want Katsuki”
Katsuki tenses up and sobs
“Shh baby I’ve got you. You feel so good already” Katsuki spasms and Tenya moans for him. And oh, he sounds so good. Katsuki wants him to sound like that again. Because of him.

He forces his rim to relax and bares down until the slick head pops into him and nestles there. He gasps. Head thrown back and wide eyed. He hears Tenya moaning long and drawn out. He feels him pulsing inside of him.
“T-Ten”
“B-baby I’m gonna cum s-s-soon-”
Katsuki takes measured breaths. He looks him over. Tenya’s muscles are locked and straining; he’s flushed and panting. Brows scrunched up in concentration.
“Tenya look at me”
He looks so worried.
“It’s ok Ten. Cum for me. Want it” he pushes his hips down taking more of his cock in.
Tenya nods and pulls him close.
“Sorry. You feel so good. So warm. F-fuck Katsuki!” Tenya holds him around his middle and pushes in completely. Katsuki whines into Tenya’s open mouth. Warm, all-encompassing pleasure radiates from his core. From where he’s stretched and full and connected to Tenya. He clenches.
“Baby” so reverently whispered next to his ear.
Tenya’s hand winds into his hair to tilt Katsuki’s head up to him and hold him there; the other still wrapped like a vice around his middle. Katsuki’s thighs quiver. Tenya hovers over his face and Katsuki leans up to suck on his tongue mindlessly. Spit drips into his mouth and he moans, satisfied for some reason. He squirms and keens when Tenya pulls out. He cants his hips on the next thrust. His hands explode as Tenya’s cockhead presses harshly on his prostate and he clamps down on it. Keeping it in place. Spasming and trembling and whimpering on it. Tenya moans deep and guttural. And they start up a deep grind. Overstimulated tears leak down Katsuki’s face at the slow climb of pleasure that’s almost unbearable.
“Tenya-“ he keens
“Katsuki”
“G-gonna cum. F-fuck what the fuck I’m gonna cum” his balls draw up and Katsuki whines wanting to pull away.
“Oh baby,” Tenya coos at him. “I’ve got you. It’s okay I promise I’ve got you baby.” Tenya holds him still and grinds up into him.
“You’re so good. So fucking pretty for me. Cum so pretty for me. You have no idea Katsuki you have no idea.” Tenya babbles. And with every word and grind and kiss Katsuki climbs higher and higher; heat pooling and pleasure radiating in shockwaves inside of him. Tenya moves to stroke his cock. Katsuki thrashes violently in his hold before he can even touch him. Katsuki’s cock kicks and spurts hard against Tenya’s stomach.
Katsuki wails and tenses up again looking at him pleadingly.
“Tenya-“ he cries desperately
“Fuck I’ve got you baby. That’s it, good boy cum for me. Please please. Cum for me Katsuki.”
Katsuki sobs as Tenya grinds into him and his muscles lock up almost painfully as a long stream of cum runs out of his cock. It keeps going. Thinner than usual. And longer than he can remember as his orgasm ripples through him. Tenya grinds again and Katsuki sobs up at him as his body twitches in overstimulation; but more of the watery cum runs down his shaft and onto Tenya.
“F-fuck me”
Tenya fucking growls and starts thrusting against his prostate. High moans are punched out with every thrust and short trickles of thin cum dribble out of him as he’s milked thoroughly. He babbles a breathy chorus of “F-fuck Tenya, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please.” Tenya is absolutely gone, high on him, on them. He thrusts hard into Katsuki and grinds and pulses and moans into Katsuki’s mouth as he cums. He gasps a reverent, “Katsuki,” when warmth blooms inside of Katsuki as cum shoots into the condom. Tenya reaches down to caress his drenched cock and Katsuki’s hips stutter and convulse in rapid succession from overstimulation. Tenya makes to pull out and Katsuki panics immediately.
“N-no no!”
“Shh okay baby”
Tenya slides all the way in again and nestles deep. Katsuki feels instantly better. Full and whole and connected to Tenya. Completely satisfied and safe.
Tenya cards his fingers through his hair. And rubs his back. Whispering how perfect he is, how pretty and strong he is. That Tenya is his; how happy he is to be Katsuki’s. Katsuki floats and floats until Tenya’s cock slips wetly out with the condom soaking the sheets even more. He’s lifted into the shower legs around Tenya’s waist and fingered clean along with the shower hose, grunting and twitching even from the gentle touches to his sore rim. Tenya sets him down and gently washes him. Kneeling and kissing everywhere. He kisses Katsuki’s hair, his face, the back of his neck, his spine. Tenya kneels and kisses at his hole and Katsuki has no idea what to do with that. So, he accepts all of it. Tenya washes his overstimulated cock gently and thoroughly.

Katsuki rinses his hair as Tenya changes the sheets. He rifles through the drawers for a fresh hoodie and boxers and snuggles under the covers as soon as Tenya beckons him over. Tenya envelops him a hug and Katsuki’s mind goes quiet in the warm glow of the lamplight. He presses close to listen to Tenya’s breathing and heartbeat. He mumbles a sleepy, “Night Tenya,” to hear him say, “Goodnight baby,” before removing his hearing aids. In a sleepy haze he sees Tenya’s lips form an, “I love you, Katsuki.” He sleepily gestures back and forth with his thumb to himself and his pinkie and index fingers to Tenya, with his ring and middle fingers tucked into his palm, before drifting off in a peaceful sleep.