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Katsuki was getting fucking soft.
They’d been dating three damn months before their second attempt at a ‘proper date’ managed to squeeze between their differing, busy schedules.
Living three hours apart and babysitting cities of millions rarely left time for anything more than stolen sleepovers, long train rides, and quickfire fucks. Their relationship was still not privy to the general public, although both Katsuki’s and Deku’s agencies were finally let in on the secret in order to cover their asses. Disaster did love to strike twice wherever the Wonder Duo were considered. Sometimes more than twice.
So, they carved out time. Time and space, far away from the masses, dipping into early November when most of the trees had lost their leaves and the slate sky carved its steely blade into the once vibrant blue horizon.
Less people were taking holidays, instead waiting on deep winter when activities were abundant. The month was desolate for entertainment and tourists.
Which was fucking ideal.
Unable to leave work entirely behind, Katsuki flicked through endless emails on his work phone while firmly keeping his cheek pillowed upon Deku’s lush curls. The bullet train rocketed through the countryside in landscapes of misty green and rolling grey fog, sheer flat plains and sudden, sweeping hills as they approached further north.
The blessed quiet of the train and the cranked heating in the space felt like a cocoon from the world they were so constantly defending, destroying. Deku’s soft, snuffling snores and the weight of his body leaned against Katsuki’s were lulling him into an ease of muscle and mind almost unheard of for him. He rarely felt more content than when he and Deku fucked each other’s brains out and fell into the heavy, hot weight of each other in a heap of exhaustion and happy grins.
God, Katsuki was getting fucking soft.
He didn’t even hate it. Not really. They were together so rarely, so little, that every second they were was a hyperfixation of joy and desperation and energy. Deku was a livewire, and damn if Katsuki wasn’t willing to electrocute himself just to keep hold of him.
And that was new. Not Katsuki’s deep desire to keep Deku safe at his side, but Deku himself. The kid he once knew. The pitiful dreamer, the meek voiced sidekick, the hopeful confidant. Never in Katsuki’s life would he have expected Deku to turn out so self-assured, so confident in himself, so—
Well, dauntless.
In other words, convincing Deku to do more than simply date him was a challenge Katsuki had never expected to face.
Biting back a sigh and allowing himself zero leeway for despondency, Katsuki jerked his shoulder with too much force to wake his boyfriend.
“Oiy,” Katsuki murmured, low and gruff from a train ride of silence. Deku had passed out cold in his seat right off a fourteen hour shift. “We’re nearly there.”
Deku snorted awake and jerked from Katsuki’s shoulder with bleary, squinted eyes. His face looked a little puffy around the eyes and a good night’s sleep would do him well. Katsuki had made sure the lodge they were staying at had a room that would tempt even the energetic, obnoxious Dauntless into having a goddamn rest. Because if there was one person who pushed themselves harder than Ground Zero, it was this fucker.
Gaze a shadowed, unfocussed green, Deku gave Katsuki a muzzy, silent stare as his brain seemed to gear up to speed. Like children tended to wake to the day with full enthusiasm, Deku’s expression cleared and he beamed.
“We are?” His voice had dropped some decibels from sleep, and the sound of it never failed the rake hot streaks through Katsuki’s core. Deku was already whipping around in his seat to press his face to the glass, scarred hands clamped against the window. “Ahhh, look at all the trees, look at them Kacchan! We’re really going to the middle of nowhere!”
“Stop sounding like an embarrassing city boy,” Katsuki said, grinning only because Deku wasn’t looking at him. “You know what a fuckin’ tree looks like. Just multiply that by, I dunno, infinity or whatever.”
“It’s so beautiful!” Deku whirled, the full impact of his youthful expression glowing from his shiny complexion, his scarred lip stretched wide with delight. “And we’re not even there!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and purposefully slumped back into his seat and checked the time on his phone.
“Any minute now. Maybe you’ll even see some birds, Deku. Or, wow, a squirrel? Grass? What’s next, a lake? Don’t piss yourself with excitement.”
“Asshole,” Deku laughed, shouldering him none too gently as he settled back into his seat with a smirk. “When was the last time you went somewhere like this? Somewhere that didn’t scream like car horns and a million people the minute you open up a window for fresh air?”
“Got me there,” Katsuki conceded easily, idly picking at the ripped knee hole in Deku’s jeans. “Don’t know the last time I had three days off. Never, maybe. Not since—”
“Graduation,” Deku agreed with a nod. “Wouldn’t give it up, though.”
“Obviously fucking not.”
Deku paused.
“What the hell are we going to do with all that time?”
Katsuki slid a meaningful look aside and watched Deku’s cheeks go up in flame. At least that part of him had never changed.
“I—I mean!” Deku sputtered, growing redder by the second. There was Katsuki’s little Crybaby. “That’s—that can’t be all! We, we have to hike and picnic and and—“
“Stop overthinking,” Katsuki said with a smug little smirk as he relished that delicate, embarrassed part of Deku he so loved to shove around. “We’ll do all the things. Even if you act embarrassing the entire time.”
“Gee, you’re so thoughtful,” Deku replied, biting his bottom lip in a poor attempt to stop smiling.
“Yeah, I’m kinda amazing like that. You should notice more.”
“I’ve been noticing you your entire life. That’s plenty.”
Katsuki cackled and Deku laughed, purposefully facing the window. In their reflection, they both looked happy.
The hotel was gorgeous, all hardwood and high ceilings, very much appealing Deku’s sense of style, if his woodsy, comforting apartment was anything to go by. And he looked thrilled when they wandered inside and kicked off the light crust of snow from their boots.
Katsuki looked around, firmly holding both his and Deku’s bags, and grinned.
More important than the aesthetic, the place was damn near empty. Just how he’d hoped. If they could get through a long weekend together without being reported on or scoped out by eager fans with readied camera phones, Katsuki would consider this a success.
If it wasn’t a success, Katsuki would blow the roof right off this joint, head upstairs, and punch God directly in the face.
They checked in, Deku babbling happily all the while, his bubbles of energy carrying Katsuki along for the ride. The guy at the desk was some lizardy-looking person who seemed twitchy as hell and wide-eyed when they approached, but he didn’t accost them for autographs, so Katsuki let it slide.
By the time they’d dropped their bags in the pristine suite that offered views of the lush forest and distant lake, the both of them were practically vibrating with the shared desire for freedom.
Neither of them had tasted it in so damn long. The fresh, crisp air outside of the city. The quiet; the call of birds, the quiet lap of waves as they hiked the harder trail to the lake, the complete lack of human voices for miles around.
“I feel like I’m on an alien planet,” Deku murmured with quiet wonder as they approached the lake, encircled by a tight ring of eternally green, hearty winter trees.
“How pathetic is it that nature makes us feel we’re in the wrong place,” Katsuki said, and genuinely meant it. He loved his job, but the setting sucked.
He’d spent his life going on camping vacations with his family, his mother absolutely ruthless in teaching him to care for himself from the land. His dad hadn’t been much better, but he'd enjoyed guiding Katsuki along increasingly difficult hikes, and had been the one to take him to his first rock wall climbs in preparation for real life cliffs. Those things which could easily be considered his favorite hobbies were things he could rarely enjoy due to his work schedule.
But here he was with Deku.
Deku, who was smiling out from his red puffer coat, the profile of his cheeks all rounded and pink and chewable from this angle as he took out his phone and snapped a few photos.
“Here,” Katsuki said, snatching the phone from Deku’s cold fingers. He slung an arm over Deku’s shoulder and turned them so the marble-clear lake was the backdrop to their selfie. Katsuki grinned and snapped the picture, catching Deku looking wide-eyed and a bit off guard. That was good, it suited him.
“Ahhh,” Deku gasped with way too much happiness over one photo as he cradled his phone in his hands and beamed at the photo. “A picture with Ground Zero! Lucky me!”
“I literally cannot tell if you’re joking or if you’re just that fuckin’ pathetic,” Katsuki said, shoving at Deku’s shoulder, then walking ahead along the simple dirt path that circled the four miles of lakeside viewing.
The trail could have been surrounding goddamn Godzilla. Katsuki would still be looking at Deku instead.
“We don’t have a lot of pictures together, you know,” Deku said, pocketing his phone and easily taking Katsuki’s hand to loosely lace their fingers.
“We literally did a photo shoot together,” Katsuki said dryly, even though he knew exactly to what he was referring. “It made national news and everything. The Wonder-fuckin-Duo.”
“The Wonder Duo Who Fucks, you mean,” Deku corrected solemnly.
Slowly, they glanced at each other and cracked up. Deku outright wept with laughter as Katsuki’s hands dropped to his knees to desperately inhale a semblance of air around the hysterics that took him.
“Stupid shit,” Katsuki managed, righting himself and dragging Deku along by the sleeve to keep them moving. He could feel his damn cheeks aching with the smile, though. He couldn’t remember when he last smiled for real like he smiled with Deku.
He was getting so fucking soft.
They hiked and ate lunch at the hotel restaurant, their table situated to appreciate the scenery. Tall trees spearing toward bleak, grey heavens, and the distant glimmer of blue-green peeking through the forest.
They ate less than they talked, mainly because they talked way too long, enjoying each other without the city surrounding them like a steel fist with too many eyes.
After lunch, they took another hike toward a lookout spot. The journey felt like a near vertical climb, swooping around and up and around and up the forested mountain until they reached the top and gaped at the glory presented in green and grey and distant, white-tipped hills. Deku’s breath looked like fluffy clouds and Katsuki swallowed them as he leaned in to kiss him firmly, solid and true. They were the only ones up here and if Katsuki never had to climb down—
Well, it was a nice thought. Stupid and babyish and gross, but nice. Deku didn’t need to know.
Dinner was much of the same, but somehow it didn’t feel old. Deku didn’t feel like a duty or a job. He was shiny and new every time he smiled or opened his mouth. His brain bounced from one topic to the next, a disjointed timeline of the way his emotions had always seemed to function too.
Even as kids, Katsuki had always been the one to let Deku fill the silence. Back then, when neither of them had semblance of manners or societal expectations, Deku would talk forever if left to it. He didn’t know when it was obnoxious or too much.
Over the years, Katsuki had shut him up. Made him feel smaller, less interesting, annoying. A waste of space, useless, weak. The list could go on. Katsuki had looked at Deku’s exuberant light and his pretty freckles and his honest eyes and outstretched hand and felt a fear that had gone deeper than he could understand until he fully acknowledged that he was attracted to men.
It took. . . a long time. And by then, Deku had been gone a long time.
Maybe that was why Katsuki let Deku talk his ear off the entire day. Had to bite back smiles when Deku swept into a whirlwind of new tales, new stories, new facts he’d learned from this audiobook or that nerdy educational YouTube channel. Katsuki had so much to make up for, so many tears to cause and wipe away, so many years and days to stay by his side to make up for the ones lost.
But that sounded too selfless.
Katsuki wasn’t selfless.
He wanted Deku for himself, for always, simply because he wanted him. The man Deku had become without Katsuki by his side was one he wanted by his side. Stupid.
Dinner stretched out late and they eventually dragged each other back to their room. Deku trailed off to the shower, dropping clothes as he went, his shoulders a scarred and mangled mess of stories. Katsuki remained behind and changed into lounging clothes, his brain stuck on the angry, red hangnail that he felt too emotional today, too out of control for what he preferred when dealing with them. Together.
A thought reared its head in the shadow at the back of Katsuki’s skull, a quick shiver taking down his spine as he found himself staring thoughtfully at the bed with one hand in a clenching and unclenching fist.
“Shower’s free,” Deku said cheerfully as he wandered into the room, a white towel slung over his work-bruised hips, another towel lightly squeezing and fluffing at his hair. Katsuki hadn’t seen Deku use a brush since they’d been together, but he’d seen Deku finger-comb plenty of nice-smelling products into it.
Some hair care corporation had been sponsoring him for over a year now and it was a true embarrassing fact that Katsuki used to get viscerally angry watching a television show and suddenly being interrupted with Deku smiling in the shower with his hair all foamed up and bubbly as his personality.
“What?” Deku said, smiling inquisitively, his head cocked like a cute small animal as he sat at the foot of their giant bed.
A familiar dark, smiling thing unfurled and rose to a stand inside of Katsuki, his own cheeks heating up as he became distracted with the bitable squish of those freckled cheeks, the sweet little ears that would go red beneath his teeth and tongue, those pink, pert nipples that would harden tight and high and take every sharp tug and pinch like a champ and leave Deku begging for more, more pretty pain.
That fact that Katsuki didn’t fall to his knees as he crossed the room toward Deku was a miracle in itself. The wide-eyed realization on Deku’s big doe eyes and parted lips was heaven sent.
And Katsuki—Katsuki wanted to see him cry. More than that, he wanted to watch Deku split apart the seams and spill over with as much mess and noise as he could muster. More than that, he needed it. The control.
“Kacchan,” Deku said, his voice tight, a whisper of tension vibrating like a taut wire between them as Katsuki stepped between Deku’s spread thighs and simply stood, staring, growing into the headspace with every passing second. “Wh-what are you—”
Deku’s words strangled off to a helpless noise when Katsuki took his jaw in one hand, manhandling his face to look up properly, watching. A slow grin cut across Katsuki’s face, his shoulders relaxing into the role as he gave Deku’s chin a little shake, rattling him enough to hear Deku’s breath hitching up his chest.
“Kat—”
“Who the fuck said you could call me that?” Katsuki said, strong and staccato as bullets as he remained standing, none of his body touching any of Deku but for the searing touch upon his jaw. “Who the fuck’re you to me, hah?”
The stain of blood rising beneath Deku’s skin streaked across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his ears as that flushed mouth worked for words.
“Wh—I, I—”
“Tell me,” Katsuki said, sliding his thumb along Deku’s lower lip and dipping in to roughly drag the pad of his finger across the hard ridge of Deku’s bottom teeth as if testing their edge like an animal, “who the fuck you are to me.”
Deku just missed closing his lips around Katsuki’s thumb and the sound he made was the kind that had once left Katsuki writhing in heated dreams after nights on the phone with a faceless Crybaby.
This was so much better. Katsuki could watch his suffering up close.
“Crybaby,” Deku whispered, his gaze rapt on Katsuki, his hands fisted on the bedspread, fingers out-spreading, then clamping shut as if thinking better of reaching to touch. “I’m—I’m your Crybaby, Baku. I’m—I’ll be anything if you’d just—just, please.”
“Please?” Katsuki’s smile lengthened, sharpened as he palmed his hand up the side of Deku’s red hot face to grip at his hair, giving a slight tug and shake until he got another gasp from it. “That’s fuckin’ cute. Absolutely adorable. Please. D’you think that shit actually works or are you that dumb for my dick already? Please won’t get you nowhere, Crybaby. Actions are everything.”
Deku licked his lips, a seemingly unconscious action, and the guileless nature of it punched Katsuki right in the gut like nothing else about anyone in existence could. Even after their nights together, Deku could be so damn unaware of himself. It only made Katsuki want to further pull at his threads until he unraveled down to nerves and raw release.
They’d also never. . .played like this. In person. Using not only Deku’s name, which has simply become the habit, but Katsuki’s too. There had always been more to do to each other, to explore, so many first times and second and thirds that this got pushed to the wayside as something they’d only done on the journey toward meeting.
But something about being far away from home and isolated, alone with each other, and Deku emerging from the shower all rosy and sweetly cheerful had instantly twisted hot and coiled in Katsuki’s gut. He wanted to destroy that smile and then bring it back by the end.
“I-I’m sorry,” Deku said, hushed and almost reverent, his pupils swallowing the color of his eyes as he blinked up at Katsuki with drugged, languid blinks. He fell into this so beautifully, just as he’d done over the phone. “I’m sorry, Baku. I just—you’re so—”
“Holy shit.” Katsuki smirked, so smug and above Deku in every way as he gazed down between them where Deku’s legs were spread to accommodate Katsuki’s stance. From the pure white towel pulsed the line of Deku’s dick, the subtle, interested jerks of the erection starting to part the towel down the middle. By comparison, Katsuki was fully clothed. “You hard for me already, Crybaby? That eager to get railed? Want my dick to split you open that fast, hah?”
Deku’s accompanying series of quick, harried nods made Katsuki laugh, his hold on Deku’s hair alleviating in favor of entirely removing his hand. The sharp inhale of panic as Deku balefully watched Katsuki’s hand go was almost heartbreaking. Almost. Katsuki’s own cock filled against his thigh with how needy Deku already was for this.
“Hey!” Katsuki said abruptly. The light smack of palm to Deku’s cheek rushed a dark flush to Deku’s flesh, a bitten-back moan at the back of Deku’s throat flooded Katsuki’s body with knee-wobbling desire. “I asked you a question. You want my dick or not? ‘Cause I can go take a shower right now and leave you to yourself, untouched, and pathetic if you—”
“Yes!” Deku’s voice was hoarse, his stare intent and desperate on Katsuki’s face. “Y-yes, yes, I—Baku, I want your cock so bad, I want you to split me open, I want to cry for you. Please. Please d-don’t—don’t not t-touch me.”
Power thrilled through Katsuki like victory, like gold. The knowledge of being first; first in Deku’s life, the only one in Deku’s narrowed vision, the one he would go to his knees for when the entire city would go to their knees for Deku. The concept was intoxicating, addictive, and got Katsuki harder than almost anything.
“There,” Katsuki murmured, softening the harsh edges of his voice as he watched Deku’s shoulders sag with relief, his head bowing, leaning in toward Katsuki’s gravity. With a sigh, Katsuki cupped the back of Deku’s skull and eased him in, allowing him to rest his brow upon Katsuki’s stomach for a moment. The touch was an assurance that he was not going anywhere. Ever, if Deku had any say in it.
But Deku didn’t need to know that right now.
“Now,” Katsuki said in his usual dark, deep liquid phone tone. Deku’s spine seemed to stiffen, even if he didn’t move. The hand in Deku’s hair tightened, easing Deku back, further back until Deku was tilting his head up, but his body reclining, and his hands splayed on the mattress to lean against. Once their eyes locked, clouded to clear, Katsuki spoke evenly. “If you move your hands from the bed I will walk the fuck out of this room.”
Deku’s face dropped into a picture of shock.
Katsuki smiled, feral and toothy, his gut riling with exhilaration.
“And if you stay,” Katsuki murmured, leaning in until their lips were a breath apart. He could hear the shallow shudder to Deku’s every inhale. “Then I’ll fuck you ‘til you forget your name. Alright, Crybaby? Say yes, Baku.”
“Yes, Baku,” Deku barely said, his voice distant. “Yes.”
“Damn right,” Katsuki said instead of praising him. Deku had always done better over the phone with beratement. The kinky little shit. So damn needy to be told he wasn’t good enough, only to be praised for trying so damn hard by the end.
Smiling almost to himself, Katsuki looked down between them, reaching out to curl one finger in the folded knot of the pristine towel. The single press of knuckles to Deku’s stomach had those abs twitching, the cock struggling against the weight of the towel, barely concealed now as it bobbed harder, higher.
“Look at you,” Katsuki murmured, lightly pulling at the towel until it simply parted and fell aside from Deku’s thick thighs. Deku’s cock sprang up, already as needy as its owner and red in the crown as Deku’s cheeks. “What did I call you all that time ago? A secret slut?”
Deku’s breath caught and his elbows pointedly locked as he leaned back against them harder, seemingly putting in the real effort to keep from pouncing. Katsuki was grinning like a lunatic, one single fingertip drawing a line from the base of Deku’s cock, travelling the thick vein along the underside, tripping over the ridge of his crown to circle at the weeping, creamy slit.
The sound Deku made between stubbornly shut lips was almost enough for Katsuki to lick into his mouth and swallow it up, but not just yet. Neither of them had earned it yet.
“Whaddaya think?” Katsuki asked, trailing that same finger back down, curving it around Deku’s tightened balls, then adding all four fingers to lightly cup and grope him where he was most tender and sensitive. Deku’s eyes had fallen half-shut but now flew open, wide and locked on Katsuki’s face without seeming to really see. “Just how much of a slut are you? Is it for me or for everybody?”
“You,” Deku managed, sounding fucked-out and unsteady as he rolled his hips up, dropping his head back, mouth lax as Katsuki skimmed dry fingertips along the crease of his ass, his palm gently cupping Deku’s balls. “Only—fuck fuck fuck, only you, Baku. Always.”
Katsuki hummed as if thinking about it, taking his hand away as he did so.
“No!” Deku sat up straight, fingers wrapped around Katsuki’s wrist in his sudden desperation.
Katsuki stopped dead and so did Deku, their gazes catching and holding, and all at once, Deku’s red face went slack with the realization of what he’d just done. He released like Katsuki was on fire, slapping his hand back to the bed and outright whimpering, his eyes glossing over with unshed tears before he spoke.
“B-Baku, I’m, I’m so—”
“For fuck’s sake,” Katsuki said, steel rumbling in his dropped tone, a sneer turning down his lips as he stood and began to work his belt free of the buckle at his waist. “That was disappointing, Crybaby. When it comes to the real thing, you just can’t cut it, hah?”
“Nonono!” The first tears fell, big pathetic whoppers rolling to Deku’s chin as he frantically looked between Katsuki’s hands and the door. “D-don’t, don’t—Baku, Baku, I’ll be so good, I can be so so good, I promise, I just forgot and it’s been so long and I—”
“What is it other people call you?” Katsuki said, as if he’d truly forgotten. He snapped his belt from the loops with a whip-crack and folded it in his hands, neatly in half. “Dauntless? Shitty name. Imagine they could see you now. They might be as disappointed as I am, little slut.”
“Please,” seemed to be the only thing Deku could manage as the tears flowed, his shoulders shuddering with the seeming effort not to reach out a second time. “I’ll do anything if you’ll just touch me already. I’m sorry, I’m s—”
“Quiet,” Katsuki bit off as he remained between Deku’s parted, trembling thighs, that traitorous cock of his still high and full and leaking from the shame. With a theatrical sigh, Katsuki reached out with the belt and stroked the soft leather along the side of Deku’s tear-stained, blotchy red face. “Hey, Crybaby. Stop.”
Deku stopped as soon as he felt the belt, his eyes popping wide and glancing to the side. He sniffled once, a valiantly adorable attempt to pull himself back together.
“What is. . .” Deku’s stare jolted to Katsuki and for a second Katsuki was thrown from the play, startled by the electricity that passed between them every damn time. The force of their connection after such a short span of time still had the ability to floor him if he wasn’t careful. “Are you going to punish me, Baku?”
Katsuki blinked, pulling himself back to his full height, rolling his shoulders and his neck as he centered himself, found that merciless smile and slipped it back on like a second skin.
“Just this once,” Katsuki said, gently patting the belt into his open palm as he assessed the view before him. Deku was so striking, so powerful in body and mind, while his soul was soft, squishy marshmallow waiting to melt in the rich heat of someone who was willing to take the time for him.
Katsuki had never been a patient man, but he’d learned to be when it mattered.
“Should I roll over?” Deku said, all eager helpfulness.
Katsuki merely raised an eyebrow and slid the folded belt between Deku’s legs, caressing the leather up Deku’s cock, back down, and along his inner thigh.
“Did I fucking ask you to?” Katsuki asked, even as Deku rapidly shook his head and fisted fingers into the sheets. “Just how desperate are you? You’ll get what I give you and you’ll thank me for it. How’s that sound, Crybaby?”
“Yes, Baku,” Deku said, obviously on automatic, that glazed look returning to his eyes as he focused not on the belt stroking his thighs, but on Katsuki’s face. The blush had suffused down Deku’s neck and upper chest, painting him a pretty shade of red that Katsuki wanted to see reflected between his legs.
Before either of them could speak again, Katsuki brought the belt down atop Deku’s right thigh once, a quick, bright snap of sound sparking the air and a sharp gasp following. The look of shock on Deku’s face was priceless, and again Katsuki came down on the other thigh just as quick, the crack rather soft for how loud it could feasibly get.
All the same, the sound jolted straight to Katsuki’s cock, and he fought back the urge to rearrange himself. Not yet. He could suffer a little too, if Deku was.
Thoughtfully, but with absolutely no sense of detachment—Katsuki was entirely invested in Deku’s pain, his pleasure, his loss of control, his release of anxieties as well as Katsuki’s own driving need to be Deku’s entire world—
With all of that swelling in Katsuki’s chest, he hungrily watched the welts rise to the surface, red slivers across sturdy muscular thighs that could break a man’s neck with the right twist. And Katsuki could mark them all he liked. Only him.
Biting back a groan, Katsuki skimmed the leather over one welt, then the other, then back to the soft inner skin of Deku’s thighs, right up each crease of thigh and over Deku’s straining cock. Deku shivered, his knees shaking and spreading just a bit, a creamy, delicious offering.
Again, Katsuki whipped a quick one-two atop each thigh, a sweltering heat rising up inside Katsuki’s shirt as he watched a single tear spill over Deku’s cheek, those pretty teeth on display as he hissed and never took his eyes from Katsuki’s face.
Anyone else would be looking at the damage, soaking it in or reveling in it, but Deku wasn’t about the damage. He was about what this was doing for Katsuki. And wasn’t that just Deku all over.
“You can take more, can’t you?” Katsuki asked, goading him with a cocky smirk that only widened and grew teeth when a full-body shudder wracked through Deku, those luscious thighs further widening, inviting the punishment.
“I should take it either way,” Deku breathlessly replied, even though his dark eyes dared Katsuki like a twisted game of chicken. “If it’s what you want, it’s what I’ll take.”
A bolt of pleasure tingled up Katsuki’s spine, dispersing like sparklers through his chest as he took a centering breath and nodded.
“I’m everything, aren’t I, Crybaby?” he rasped, only distantly annoyed by the sound of his voice. “To you, I’m everything.”
“Yes,” Deku said, simple and without a sniffle or tear.
Fuck, he was perfect.
The third round was delivered to Deku’s inner thighs, and the yelp of shock and pain Deku made simmered Katsuki’s blood to a dull roar in his head. Almost without pause, Katsuki snapped the belt right beside the other two welts, a matching four on the tops and four between.
By the time the final belting was delivered, Deku was clenching his teeth so hard that the cords of his neck stood out stark, the veins in his arms bulging as he dug fingers into the mattress, his thighs quivering with the stress of holding his position and honoring his punishment.
If Katsuki wasn’t already in love with him, admiring the way Deku held himself here would have sent him all the way over.
The belt fell with a clatter as Katsuki dropped to his knees between Deku’s legs. And, with Deku’s dry eyes meeting his, Katsuki wrapped an arm beneath one thigh and brought it to his mouth to press a tender kiss to the innermost mark.
About two seconds of charged silence built between them before Deku’s ragged gasp went damp and heartfelt, his glistening eyes overflowing as he finally whined into a broken cry of release. He looked wrecked with relief and Katsuki’s heart preened to be the one to deliver.
“I’m sorry,” Deku said weakly, his voice a wet wobble as he looked down at Katsuki. A blush screamed across his face and ears when Katsuki only hummed and pressed another damp, open mouthed kiss to a welt high up Deku’s thigh. “Oh my god, Baku, please just—“
“Where in the hell,” Katsuki began, low and threatening as he kept both arms hooked beneath Deku’s thighs and stood, tipping Deku to his back upon the bed, “do you get off on telling me to do anything, hah?”
Deku splayed out on the bed with a huff of breath, his chest moving short and shallow, his freshly showered hair spilling like dark ink across the white covers, his arms draped above his head. With his thick, blushing cock lying across his stomach and his plush, strong thighs all marked and spread over Katsuki arms, Katsuki briefly imagining having a heart attack and dying right now wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
Instead, he licked his top teeth slowly, watching Deku watching him, and said:
“Now where was I?”
“M-making me cry,” Deku said as he subtly shifted his hips, almost as if he were begging for a touch or desperate to be filled.
He’d have to damn well wait.
“There’s a good boy,” Katsuki said with a smile like the wrong kind of demon to make a deal with. “Now where should I start with this slutty little body?”
Deku squeaked a soft noise at the back of his throat, biting down on his lip to obviously speak from speaking. Instead he raised his chin, almost defiant if it weren’t for the rampant want glimmering in his gaze.
“That an offer, Crybaby?” Katsuki said, not waiting to drape his body over Deku’s, slotting himself between those sinful thighs, and licked a wide, wet strip from collarbone to chin. Deku’ exhaled harshly, like it hurt somehow, and Katsuki repeated the motion, grazing his teeth on that stubborn chin this time around, then biting on it the third.
He wanted to eat up his Crybaby from head to toe, and salty tears made him taste so much better.
Katsuki’s full, muscular weight was pressing Deku into the bed, unrelenting, knowing full well how heavy he was and how stifling it must be over a length of time.
So Katsuki took his time. Kissed at Deku’s throat, lips parted to scrape his teeth over the ransacked pulse just beneath the flesh. He smelled so fucking good here, showered and clean and wholly his own warm summer musk and the tang of his dark arousal in the air. Katsuki bit down beneath Deku’s ear and sucked, hard, fighting the shudder down his spine as Deku keened high and bright and needy.
Katsuki’s hands skimmed Deku’s arms, mapping the strong sinew, the ridges and wrinkles of brutal scarring, the bony knobs of his elbows, up and up to grasp both wrists. He guided them both to one of Katsuki's hands, cuffing them there above his head with the lightest pressure.
Easy to break through, easy for Deku to fuck it up if he reached out from his daze of desire.
Keeping the rest of his weight firmly blanketed over Deku’s now trembling frame, Katsuki scooted down his body a bit lower. Deku’s legs were spread for his hips so nicely, his heels digging into the dip of Katsuki’s back, hips stuttering with the obvious need to rut up against Katsuki’s stomach but still refusing to entirely relent.
The knowledge of Deku’s restraint somehow turned Katsuki on more. Dauntless. Stubborn, tenacious, unyielding, even while surrounded by the man who could and would break him down, if only given the time.
Katsuki had all the time in the world tonight, and the only person he ever wanted to look at was beneath him, peering up at him with eyes as honest as anyone he’d ever known.
Biting back a sigh and staying stern in expression, Katsuki took one of Deku’s nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly on the hardening nub, then harder, harder again until Deku was struggling with breathy, abortive noises, his back arching off the bed. Katsuki grinned, switching to lashings of tongue, delicate bites until the nipple went swollen and puffy with unrelenting abuse.
Deku’s hands flexed, his wrists squirming in Katsuki’s light hold as he moved to abuse the second nipple, already tight and hard for him. Gasping with each increasingly brutal suck and bite, Deku thrashed his head from side to side, his arms quivering as he seemed to battle himself into submission.
“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed out, hot puffs against Deku’s reddened nipples, kissing one once before releasing Deku’s wrists to drag further down, tonguing the ripples of Deku’s ribs beneath soft skin, licking the center of his sternum, and relinquishing his bodyweight from Deku’s frame in lieu of kneeling between Deku’s legs and looking down at the object of his attention.
Katsuki's smile was anything but kind, anything but doting, but entirely devoted to the trembling little thing before him. For better or for worse.
“So pretty, Crybaby,” he murmured and, as always, when he was Baku it was easy to shower Deku with compliments, easy to overwhelm Deku with praise he so often felt he didn’t deserve. Bakugou Katsuki could never offer the words that Baku could, and he hadn’t been Baku in so long that he was spilling over. “Look at you, you’re shakin’ for me already and I haven’t even used my hands. D’you want my hands, Crybaby? Could tear off pieces of you bit by bit, split you down the middle, and leave you so goddamn trashed you won’t be able to put yourself together afterward. And who will want you then, haaah?”
Deku was breathing hard, the cockhead of his erection bright red and glistening, making a mess of his stomach, the blush of his body encompassing his chest, his thighs. The color had fled from his eyes, devouring in black as his gaze frantically skipped from Katsuki’s smile to his chest to the hands lightly resting on Deku’s knees, to his long, proud cock just waiting to fuck Deku in half.
“You?” Deku whispered, sounding hopeful and a little self-conscious, like after all this time he wasn’t entirely certain.
Katsuki grinned, sliding his hands from Deku’s knees and back down his trembling thighs, his thumbs brushing the delicate jut of his hips, massaging slow, soothing circles.
“Yeah,” Katsuki croaked, his voice cracking, revealing the emotion he stomped down with steel-toed boots. “Me. Always.”
Deku’s shuddering breath of relief was loud and palpable, but he said nothing in reply. Merely stared, licking his lust-swollen lips, his hands twisting in the sheets above his head.
“Oh shit, look at you,” Katsuki said, his voice sing-songing between goading and smug. “Maybe you can shut that mouth after all. Let’s how long it lasts.”
Katsuki’s grip on Deku’s hips went brutal, bringing a shocked yelp from Deku that quickly melted into a throaty moan as Katsuki shoved at Deku’s thighs, fingers sinking into the meat behind his knees, easing Deku in half until his ass was presented up high for Katsuki’s view, those strong legs flung toward the ceiling.
“Hold your knees back,” Katsuki snapped, sharp and dutiful, barely minding Deku’s quick compliance as he was busy kneading at the firm fat of Deku’s ass, watching his fingers sink in and the way the plump flesh went white beneath the press of his fingertips. Katsuki swallowed, his mouth pooling with spit as he eyed the soft pink pucker of Deku’s hole.
“Don’t let go,” Katsuki mumbled, distracted beyond measure as he dove in to lick the shower-damp cleft of Deku’s ass. The sound Deku made was so high it could have called goddamn dogs to the door, and normally Katsuki would have laughed at him, but instead he moaned, tonguing another line and licking further forward, slathering spit over the sensitive skin behind Deku’s balls until the high animal noises returned.
When Katsuki plunged his tongue in, curling it around the delicate, twitching rim, Deku began to shake anew. He sounded like he was struggling to breathe, increasingly short gasps, and when Katsuki bothered to open his eyes, he saw Deku’s nails viciously digging into the backs of his knees, his head flung back with only a few of his blotchy, bitten neck as he wailed, hoarse and burnt out already.
If Katsuki were a lesser man, he could have cum from the sight alone. Instead he chuckled, low and dark, then thrust his stiffened tongue into Deku’s ass and fucked him just like that. Deku screamed, outright screamed as Katsuki spread Deku’s asscheeks further and snuck the tip of his thumb in alongside his messy meal.
The broken wail that followed sent every pleasure nerve in Katsuki’s body on fire, sparks devoured by flame as he groaned and mercilessly shoved two spit-slick fingers inside, his own cock tenting his pants and leaking a mess inside, almost as desperate as Deku.
Deku was crying now, a sob wracking through his body, his erection inflamed and furious as it hung between his legs and smeared across his stomach. Katsuki hummed, high on the sound of Deku’s wet, hiccupping cries, each time he fucked his fingers and tongue into him, only driving Deku’s sounds to further madness.
“B-Bakuuu,” Deku blubbered, sucking in shallow breaths as he spread his legs a little, still holding his knees toward his shoulders. His cheeks were glossy with tears and eyes glazed with them, slim streams skimming from the far corners of his eyes to soak into the plastered curls as his temples. “Plea—f-fuck, w-will you please, please fuck me, I’m—I can’t anym—”
Katsuki rose up, his body uncoiling quick and powerful, looming over Deku as he clamped a hand to Deku’s mouth, their eyes locking over Katsuki’s fingers. For once, Katsuki did not speak, his tightened jaw and the flare in his eyes roaring between them like a flaming pyre. Ominous, burning. Deku’s eyes were huge, tears spilling over Katsuki’s fingers, his lips quivering against Katsuki’s hot palm.
Without removing his hand or looking away, Katsuki scraped blunt nails down the back of Deku’s thigh, hard and deep enough to undoubtedly leave welts, all the way over Deku’s asscheek, where he paused at Deku’s puckered little asshole. Deku was breathing like he was going to hyperventilate, but Katsuki only cocked his head, expression dead serious as he shoved the original two fingers into Deku’s hole, then the third with the friction of his previous spit alone.
Deku didn’t scream; he jolted as if punched in the gut, his legs shaking, his fingers slipping with sweat over the backs of his knees, but staying dug in through sheer will alone. A streak of cum dribbled down his stomach, Deku’s erection so dark red on his pale stomach, visibly pulsing with his heartbeat—an almost orgasm from what Katsuki had to assume came from the pain-pleasure Katsuki had thrust so heartlessly into his deepest heat.
“Shhh.” Katsuki’s lips curved, releasing Deku’s mouth. His little Crybaby was weeping now, his blacked-out eyes staring at the ceiling in a fog of overstimulation. Katsuki lightly pumped his fingers in Deku’s hole, the barest movements from the original abrupt entrance, now just a rocking of his knuckles as he laced his fingers through Deku’s curls. “Look at you, Crybaby—aren’t you so pretty for me? Could do this to you every night and would never get tired of it. Never enough of these tears, never enough pain, hmmm? My little slut looks so good for me now. So let’s hear that scream again.”
Deku flinched, eyes jolting to meet Katsuki’s through the tears. Katsuki only smiled, and Deku’s entire face pinked from curls to the cute gape of his slick mouth.
Without warning, Katsuki eased his fingers from Deku and shifted back. He took a moment to gloat over his work. The belt welts had risen nicely, wide and stark across Deku’s luscious thighs. The four red lines from his nails look like they burned, and Deku's arms trembled, no doubt exhausted from holding his legs to his chest for so long.
“You can let go,” Katsuki said, purposely keeping his voice even keel and careless as he left the bed and went to his bag for the lube.
“Wait!” Deku yelped, sitting up sharply, his voice cracking with desperation. “Where—”
“I’m not leavin’, dumbass,” Katsuki said, throwing an easy grin over his shoulder before he dropped to a crouch at his bag, digging in for the bottle. He was still fully clothed, but even his comfortable sweats were an unwelcome rough friction against his cock. Despite his demeanor, Deku barely needed to glance down to see how violently hungry Katsuki was for him. “Just lay back and don’t argue. You still got it in you to talk back? We’ll change that.”
When Katsuki slowly stalked back toward the bed, Deku was sitting up, leaned back on his hands so obediently, his flushed, bruised, and brutalized thighs spread wide and lax, the lines of his body lightly aglow with sweat and loose with a drowsy kind of anticipation in his hooded eyes. His tear-stained cheeks had dried, but he still gave the appearance of woozy disorientation from his previous crying fit.
“So gorgeous,” Katsuki murmured, his intention intensely narrowed on Deku’s face as he brushed a thumb along that swollen bottom like. Baku could let the compliments pepper Deku’s face and cheeks like kisses, a concentrated affection Katsuki couldn’t gather within himself in a normal setting. “Look at you, Crybaby. Bet you’re achin’ for my big dick, aren’t you? Need to strip you down to my little fuck hole, yeah?”
Deku moaned, his soft lips taking in Katsuki’s thumb to suck and roll his tongue around, those clouded eyes fixed on Katsuki’s face with an adoration that swelled beneath Katsuki’s skin like molten lava desperate to crack through the surface and spill over. When Deku bit down, Katsuki hissed with pleasure, his eyes threatening to close as he took his hand back and pressed his palm to Deku’s hot, humid chest.
“Lay back,” Katsuki murmured, unintentionally drifting forward to skim his lips across Deku’s tempting ones. Deku’s shaky exhale ghosted his mouth in the moment before Katsuki slid his tongue past Deku’s parted lips and dipped in for a smooth, lingering kiss. He wasn’t sure who coaxed the other to the mattress, but Deku’s arms had linked around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki had barely noticed, so entangled was he in twining their legs and belting an arm around Deku’s waist to bring them to the bed.
For a long, liquid length of time, Baku drowned in the wet depths of Deku’s mouth, buried in the vee of Deku’s thighs so tightly clenched around his waist, the heels of Deku’s feet digging into the meat of Katsuki’s ass. Kissing Deku was always where he lost, soaked up in the lush, supple desire of Deku’s lips, his touch, his dripping emotion. It was too easy to slip and fall, and so deliciously dangerous.
Katsuki sucked a new line of bruises down Deku’s throat, his hands painting down Deku’s ribs, his shivering flanks, fingertips sinking into the luxurious give of those thighs. Deku was arching into him, pretty as a picture, his hips pitching against Katsuki’s in languid, feline movements designed to tempt and catch and kill. More than anyone, Katsuki knew how this body could kill a man, in every way possible.
“De—Crybaby,” Katsuki gasped out, pulling back with hands still gripping Deku’s hips, lifting them and dropping them in a helpless guide of their rutting cocks together. Deku’s dick was soaked from their mingled, dripped desires, and so red, so ignored, so desperate. Just looking at it pinged sharp and coppery at the back of Katsuki’s brain, like a bright, chiming winner’s bell.
Katsuki’s smile spread, slow and toothy, and Deku seemed to notice because his clouded gaze startled and his flushed cheeks stained double-cherry red.
“I said,” Katsuki said with deadly quiet, one hand climbing to wrap around Deku’s neck, fingers placed with careful precision so not to damage the wrong way, “lay down.”
Deku wheezed, sucking in a quick, desperate breath before Katsuki kept him pressed to the bed by the throat, his own cck weeping over Deku’s stomach at the sight of his lovely, docile Crybaby all laid out like a present, unwrapped too fast and ruined.
Keeping Deku in place, his fingers tightening in slow increments that had Deku grasping for short, sharp breaths, Katsuki uncapped the lube with his free hand, carelessly turning the tube in his palm and squeezing until his hand filled and overflowed with sloppy imprecision. Katsuki couldn’t take his eyes off Deku. Couldn’t with a gun to his head.
“Look at you,” Katsuki crooned, goading and smug as he lightly unclenched his hand enough for Deku to take half a breath before he pushed into the clutch again, relishing the scattered rabbit heartbeat of Deku’s pulse against their tightly pressed flesh. “Incredible, I can’t believe you had it in you, Crybaby. D’you want me to be in you now? D’you want me to make you cry with my cock until you cream yourself embarrassingly fast? I’d love to see it. Spent so long listening to you fight back each orgasm over the phone, stupid and stubborn even while you were gaggin’ for it. Now, you’ve got no fuckin’ choice, do you?”
Deku nodded avidly, his hands flung over his head, fingers clawed into the covers, eyes wet and dampening his cheeks, his chest moving with whatever short breaths Katsuki would allow.
“Good,” Katsuki growled as he messily smeared the hand of warmed lube between Deku’s legs. Over Deku’s straining cock, cupping the angry, shiny head to suction around it with his fist until Deku cried out, then slathering down to palm Deku’s tight balls, then behind and further, two fingers slipping easily into him with a succulent squelch, beautiful and tight and hungry to suck in Katsuki’s cock.
“AaahhhnnnKacchanIneed—” Deku babbled into a muddle of words overlapping, his voice strained and thin from Katsuki’s loosening hold around his throat. With that mouth-watering flexibility, Deku propped his foot up on Katsuki’s shoulder, using his heel to urge Katsuki forward, closer, Katsuki’s erection smearing across Deku’s bobbing cock with increasing fervor.
“Need this cock, hah?” Katsuki huffed, barely remembering to breathe as he fucked a third finger in, his thumb skimming and pressing around the rim, behind Deku’s balls, his attention thrashing between Deku’s fat, dripping tears and his white-slicked, quivering stomach, or the way Deku’s asshole stretched and pulled Katsuki’s fingers in so quickly.
Deku would ruin Katsuki, but not if Katsuki got to him first.
Katsuki cocked his head and grinned, ignoring the trail of sweat skimming down his damp temple to sink in the hollow of his throat. His entire body was fucking throbbing, an encompassing heartbeat pulsing from his cock outward as he roughly grabbed Deku’s free ankle and yanked it up, soaking in Deku’s cry of surprise as he brought Deku’s ankles together, Deku’s thigh thighs pressing together to give his ass the most delectable heart shape Katsuki had ever seen. In the frame of his ass was his pink, twitching hole—
And Katsuki quickly felt his carefully maintained control crumbled as he cursed under his breath, kept Deku’s feet held high, and guided the crown of his cock past that first tight ring of muscle.
“K—aaahhh. . .” Deku’s tongue sounded thick and fumbling, his moan trailing into a hiccup and a wet whimper as Katsuki took his damn time ease his cock in, then pulling out entirely at the halfway point, then back in with shallow, teasing thrusts that was leaving his own hands shaking, let alone Deku’s trembling frame.
Katsuki exhaled roughly, a grunt between his clenched teeth as he bottomed out with a sharp thrust and wrapped his arm around both of Deku’s legs, clutching them to his body as their eyes clashed and caught. The sweet, begging whines seemed to rise and fall unnoticed by Deku, because he was absolutely fucking writhing, his dark eyes thinned out to slits, his red-raw bottom lip bitten down, a sheen of sweat shining across his arms and chest as he attempted to wiggle his ass further onto Katsuki’s cock despite Katsuki holding onto his legs and to keep him locked in place.
“Pretty,” Katsuki murmured to himself, briefly in awe as he began to shift, just a rocking thrust that barely left that tight, encompassing heat, only to return home with a rising, simmering friction. With eyes only for Deku’s blotchy face, ears only for those wrecked, helpless cries, the musky scent of Deku’s body on overload—with only Deku filling his every sense, Katsuki increased the pace. Slowly, then quicker; harsher, until the sharp slap of their skin connecting with each thrust was only drowned by the rising sobs of Deku’s heaving chest as he gripped the sheets.
Katsuki couldn’t remember how long they’d been doing this. Had no sense of time or scenery but for Deku, Deku laid out before him, for him, lost in each other and the rapid, brutalizing thrusts Katsuki fucked him with, both arms wrapped around those muscular legs, hiking them up to change the angle and shove his cock right where Deku’s eyes would pop open and a shriek of surprise would cut through the thick, heavy air.
“Kat—nnn!” Deku huffed between each breath as if Katsuki fucking right through his guts and into his lungs, rearranging his organs to fit more of him, only him, all of him until Deku wasn’t anything but Katsuki inside. The thought had Katsuki growling and biting down on Deku’s ankle, eyes fiercely trained on Deku’s murmuring lips. “Kacchan, ah! Kacchan, AH! L-lemme—hng—lemme t-touch mys—HAAAH. . .”
“Crybaby,” Katsuki hissed out, his thrusts going frantic and uneven, the sloppy sounds of their fucking flooding through him and pooling hot and liquid around his cock as Deku squeezed around him with each thrust against his prostate. He waited until Deku whimpered and sniffled around the gasps of pleasure, using the back of one hand to wipe through his tears in order to balefully meet Katsuki’s stare.
“No,” Katsuki said carefully. When Deku’s expression broke, a fresh wave of tears welling up and spilling over, Katsuki smiled and lost himself. Fucked his needy little Crybaby into the mattress, each thrust shoving them up the bed, up up up until Deku’s hands pressed to the headboard to keep his skull from smacking into the wood.
And as Katsuki felt the syrupy curl and coil rising up in a surge of red, Katsuki reached out and took Deku’s cock in hand, stripping the dripping, slick skin with his fist. Deku screamed. His body arched like a bow, nails scrabbling at the headboard to clutch the edge, his eyes wide and sightless and stunningly wet as the rest of himself as he came in thick ropes toward his chin.
The stuttering clench and quake around Katsuki’s cock along with the sight of his pretty boy falling apart took Katsuki over like a sledgehammer to the gut and he swore he heard himself shout as he dropped over Deku, releasing his legs to fall between them, elbows meeting the mattress just on either side of Deku’s head before entirely collapsed beneath the slamming weight of his orgasm.
Katsuki’s sweaty brow stuck to Deku’s equally damp shoulder, their bodies twitching with errant, seemingly endless bullets of pleasure that cut right through Katsuki’s dignity and ego to leave him murmuring sickly sweet things into Deku’s bruised throat as he drifted back to earth.
Deku trembled but weeping had abated in the wake of shivery little sighs. When Katsuki pulled back enough to look, Deku’s eyes were shut, his flushed face smooth with, what, sleep? Had he entirely lost consciousness and then slipped into sleep? It wasn’t beyond him. Deku had what was looking like a long term effect of Katsuki’s voice and their sex—namely, passing out directly after, as if these were still their phone calls.
Still. They’d never taken it this far before. Not to this level of play, anyway.
Softly frowning, Katsuki rolled to Deku’s side, carefully eyeing the length of Deku’s battered, bruised, and sticky body. Katsuki shivered with the unique pleasure of knowledge that came appreciating his own work. Deku would need a bath when he woke up, but in the meantime. . .
Touching Deku’s nose once, twice, three times, assured Katsuki that he was genuinely asleep. And so, Katsuki placed a soft kiss on Deku's temple. His cheek, the line of his jaw, his ear. Then sighed and rolled from the bed to soak some towels in warm water and clean his partner up.
It was hilariously easy to roll Deku’s half-conscious corpse to clean him up. He was so malleable and mumbling and trusting in Katsuki’s arms, the ease with which he allowed Katsuki to exact his will upon him a heady intoxication now, even more than it was in the throws of passion.
The Deku who sleepily smiled up at Katsuki when he was clean and bundled to the chin beneath the blankets; the Deku who accepted Katsuki for all his ugly and the rest, that was the Deku that Katsuki wanted to keep. Forever.
If only to convince Deku to keep him in turn.
Well, tomorrow was another day of vacation.