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The next couple weeks passed in a pleasant whirlwind of homework and study sessions, long tender kisses and late night chats. They kept up with their routine of Izuku assisting with Katsuki’s scar care, which tended to devolve into making out and wandering hands.
Although he’d blushed violently the first few times, Izuku began sleeping in Katsuki’s room. They didn’t bother trying to hide it, so everyone eventually figured it out. No one objected, though, not even Iida. He supposed they’d survived too much to let something as innocuous as dorm rules keep them from seeking comfort.
Even if that comfort wasn’t exactly the kind shared between friends.
No matter how tired they were after a day of classes, strength training, physiotherapy, hero training, and homework, they always waited for each other before falling into bed. Some nights, all they did was kiss. But given how new this all was, and how very long Izuku had loved his childhood friend, most nights, they explored each other.
On one such occasion, he straddled Katsuki, hips rocking, their lengths gripped between their joined hands. On another, Katsuki pulled Izuku’s dick from his shorts before shimmying down the bed to close his lips around the leaking tip. Always, they slept curled around one another, limbs tangled, Izuku’s face shoved into the crook of Katsuki’s neck and his hand pressed to his chest.
It wasn’t long before they were given permission to resume training with quirks again. They were the last in their class to reach that recovery milestone, so everyone celebrated after receiving the news.
After classes the following afternoon, Izuku and Katsuki changed into their newly redesigned hero costumes. It was their first time in uniform since the war ended, and Izuku would be lying if he said the sight of Katsuki in his blazing orange ‘X’ didn’t make his heart beat faster—and not in a fun way.
He shook away memories of the other boy lying motionless in the dirt, a bloody gaping hole where the ‘X’ had been, as if broadcasting to AFO exactly where to strike to hurt Izuku the most—X marks the spot.
Get it together , he told himself. Only the night before, Katsuki had licked into his mouth, whispered sweet words beneath his jaw, sucked bruises down his neck. Now they could start doing hero work together again. He wouldn’t let AFO, even if only the memory of him, steal this from them.
They fought hard, each stretching the limits of what strength they’d worked to regain. Izuku could feel starkly how far they’d come. Their stamina had improved, as had their endurance and speed. They spent half their allotted training time simply shooting through the room, enjoying the ability to once again take flight in bursts of air or explosions.
Afterward, grinning like fools and muscles aching, they stumbled into the locker rooms where Izuku ripped off his gloves and pressed Katsuki against the door.
“You were amazing out there,” Izuku said, tasting the sweat above soft lips.
“Course I was.” Katsuki gave his shoulder a half-hearted shove. “Shower. We’re gross.”
Izuku slid his tongue down the other boy’s jaw, his sweat salty and sweet, combined with the faint aroma of lavender. “I like how you smell.”
With a huff of laughter, Katsuki jerked open the high collar of his costume. He’d decided to keep the winter design to maximize sweat storage now that he could produce explosions from other parts of his body in addition to his hands. Then, neck bared, he tilted his head in invitation.
“You’re a closet freak,” he mused.
Izuku latched hungrily onto the exposed skin. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised.”
“Not even a little.”
He should be more embarrassed by that, and later, when he didn’t want to climb his boyfriend like a tree, he would be. Right now, though, he tugged at the open collar of Katsuki’s costume and shoved the fabric down firm, defined shoulders. Every inch of him was beautiful, and Izuku wanted all of him.
Despite everything they’d done so far, Izuku had yet to see the other boy completely naked.
Okay, that wasn’t strictly true. He’d seen him plenty naked in locker rooms and showers and class trips to onsen. But he’d never seen him fully naked up close, intimately, just the two of them. Which was a little strange given he’d already had Katsuki’s dick in his mouth.
Or maybe it wasn’t so surprising, Izuku thought, as he once again took in the large scar that spanned the length of Katsuki’s sternum. Every time they touched, whether to tend damaged skin or to elicit heat, Izuku couldn’t help but pause and… remember, maybe, or acknowledge what it meant, what he’d nearly lost.
Gentle fingers nudged his chin, and he looked up to meet red irises. The affection there was so impossibly warm that he had to look away again. Katsuki didn’t let him, though, gripping Izuku’s chin tighter.
“You need to stop feeling guilty about this,” Katsuki said, skimming butterfly kisses over the bridge of freckles that spanned his nose and cheeks.
He leaned into the touch, but his thoughts grew restless. “I’m the reason this happened,” he whispered. “If I hadn’t been so dependent on Danger Sense, if I’d just been more careful, then I would have noticed Toga—”
“Izuku—”
“I was supposed to be there with you. But I wasn’t, and All For One targeted you instead because he knew—”
Katsuki kissed him, cutting off his angry words. He hated himself for kissing back, for welcoming the distraction.
Katsuki had always been an incredible hero. He was fast and flexible, with lightning reflexes and a quick mind that was probably even more tactical than Izuku’s. But he wasn’t like Izuku—he didn’t collect scars. Katsuki was too good a hero to even allow most villains to touch him, much less injure him.
The only scars that Katsuki carried—every single one—was because of Izuku.
“Every scar is a fucking badge, you got that?” he said, low and fierce against Izuku’s mouth. “I hate repeating myself, so you better get it straight. These weren’t because of you—they were because of a talking ball sack with a god complex. And because of how I felt for you. I made the decision to fight, because I’m a fucking hero. You don’t get to take credit for that, you shitty nerd.”
With a shuddering breath, Izuku deepened the kiss. He was crying again, but that was fine. He felt overwhelmed and overcome, the confines of his body not nearly enough to contain his feelings for this stubborn, beautiful, infuriatingly brave boy.
When they broke apart to catch their breaths, Katsuki added, “And I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Except to get my head out of my ass sooner.”
“I love you,” Izuku blurted. He immediately felt his face burning, but he simply couldn’t contain the words any longer.
Katsuki blinked, a pretty pink flush spreading across his pale cheeks. Then the corners of his lips twitched, and red eyes darted away. “I know,” he grumbled, embarrassed. “Me too. Thought that was obvious.”
Izuku took a good five seconds to let that sink in—Katsuki loved him?! Then he reached for Katsuki’s belt. He had it unbuckled before the other boy seemed to realize they were continuing from where they’d left off before Izuku’s emotional crisis.
Katsuki’s hands went to work, and his own belt quickly joined the growing pile of support gear. Izuku pressed his palms to the flat of Katsuki’s stomach, fingers tracing the delineation of muscle up over his costume that clung to him like a second skin. He pushed one side down Katsuki’s arm, lips following to kiss the web of scar tissue at his shoulder. He wanted to lay claim to every inch of him.
With Katsuki’s help, they got his top off before Izuku was pulled in for a hungry kiss. Moaning, he wrapped his tongue around Katsuki’s, drunk on the taste of him. Their lips slotted together again and again, sloppy and wet and needy.
“You’ve gotten better at that,” Katsuki panted.
Izuku smiled and ducked his head, uncertain why the compliment embarrassed him. “Lots of practice.”
Snorting, Katsuki gripped Izuku’s waist and then murmured, “Turn around.”
A shiver of anticipation raced through him as he allowed Katsuki to walk him backward until they reached the first row of lockers. Then Izuku turned, licking his lips as Katsuki pressed against him, chest to back. Even through his costume, even still flushed and hot from training, he pushed back, wanting to feel more of him.
He grunted in protest when Katsuki stepped back, but he didn’t go far. A moment later, he felt hands at the nape of his neck, finding the zipper of his jumpsuit. Katsuki took his time lowering the zipper, every tooth loud in the empty locker room.
When Izuku tried to turn around, Katsuki stilled him by whispering, “Don’t. Let me look at you.”
Izuku swallowed, his throat having gone dry. Hot hands slid across his shoulder blades, parting his uniform. Katsuki took unbearably long pushing the fabric down his shoulders, and Izuku couldn’t even be impatient about it because of the fluttering kisses placed over every inch of exposed skin.
A small whimper escaped him as a slick tongue licked up the side of his neck. Katsuki brushed aside sweaty curls to drop a kiss beneath his jaw.
“You have a freckle here. Did you know?” He kissed the sensitive skin behind Izuku’s ear.
Izuku shivered with want. He hadn’t known that actually. And with Katsuki’s mouth continuing to trail over the curve of his shoulder, he realized with a throb of hot desire that he was kissing the freckles on Izuku’s back.
Katsuki’s hands smoothed down his biceps, pushing the sleeves down enough for Izuku to pull his arms free. His costume fell to gather around his hips.
Strong arms circled his waist, and he moaned, head falling back to rest on a bare shoulder. Those dangerous palms slid with agonizing leisure up his stomach, his chest, until he found Izuku’s nipples. He tugged on them gently as his mouth returned to Izuku’s neck to bite and suck.
“Kacchan,” he pleaded, only a little embarrassed by the whine of his voice. “Please.”
“I got you,” he said against Izuku’s skin. “I’ll always have you. You know that, right?”
He nodded, biting hard on his bottom lip as Katsuki filled his palms with Izuku’s chest and squeezed lightly. Then, with one more kiss on his jaw, Katsuki drew away, pulling Izuku with him.
Izuku was more than happy to let Katsuki have his way. The other boy pushed him to sit on the bench before sinking to his knees between Izuku’s parted thighs. His breath caught as those kiss swollen lips closed around his nipple, sucking lightly, tongue laving.
Meanwhile, his hands went to Izuku’s thighs and the tops of his leg braces. With a wet pop, Katsuki released his nipple to slide off the brace, his touch searing even through the final layer of his jumpsuit. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, his pulse thudding like mad as those clever fingers followed the shape of his thighs, the backs of his knees, the curve of his calves.
Izuku couldn’t even remember discarding his shoes. But he was glad for it as Katsuki’s fingertips danced over his ankle and down his heel. Katsuki took his time running his forefinger along the sensitive skin before finally sliding under the stirrup that hugged the arch of Izuku’s foot.
He gave the same attention to Izuku’s other foot, and then reached for the waist of his jumpsuit. Izuku ached, whining for more as he lifted his hips to allow the rest of his costume to be removed, leaving him in only his briefs. The cool air was a relief from the heat burning beneath his skin.
As Izuku panted, so turned on that he couldn’t even feel embarrassed by the damp spot on his briefs where precum had soaked through, Katsuki was still taking his time lavishing attention on his thighs with his mouth and tongue. He paused at every freckle, every blemish, every scar earned through his clumsy attempts to quickly learn a quirk more powerful than even All Might knew.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Katsuki said before biting down on the skin of his inner thigh. He gasped, hips jerking off the bench. “Can’t believe what an idiot I was for so long.”
“You weren’t an idiot,” he protested. “You were just figuring yourself out, same as me.”
“Tch.” Katsuki rested his cheek against Izuku’s thigh and gave him a fondly exasperated look through pale golden lashes. “Can’t stand how you’re always trying to find the best in me. How could I not love you?”
Izuku’s nose started to sting, a sure sign of incoming tears, but before he could work up to a proper cry, Katsuki dropped a kiss to his knee, right over a pale, uneven scar.
“I remember this one,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over the small mark. “You fell off the top of the monkey bars. You cried so hard.”
Izuku was surprised he remembered given how long ago that had been. The scar was barely visible now, but it had bled like a head wound. One of the parents watching over the playground had gotten something to clean it up, and once it was covered with an All Might bandaid, Katsuki had wrinkled his small nose and quickly pecked his knee.
Izuku’s eyes had gone huge, all his distress instantly forgotten.
“Mom says you gotta kiss owies to make them better,” Katsuki had explained with as much authority as a five-year-old could possess.
Sniffling, Izuku had asked, “Does she do that for you?”
“Course not,” he’d scoffed. “I’m not a crybaby.”
Izuku smiled at the memory because it had been one of the last times Katsuki had spoken kindly to him until U.A.
Now, that same sweet, infuriating boy was kissing his way down Izuku’s legs and driving him absolutely mad.
“Kacchan, please. I want to touch you, too.”
With a flash of that smirk that made Izuku want to devour him, Katsuki stood with surprising grace after being on his knees for so long. He began to undress, and Izuku quickly moved to help him. Although he wanted to explore Katsuki’s body as he had Izuku’s, that would have to wait.
Instead, he dragged blunt nails over tantalizing hip bones and shoved impatiently at the waist of his pants. In short order, he was naked, a stunning sculpture of hard muscle and warm skin. Broad shoulders that tapered to a tiny waist and lean hips. A trail of pale hair that led to a larger but neatly groomed patch and a beautifully flushed cock between powerful thighs.
His mouth watered with how badly he wanted to taste him. Before he could, though, Katsuki turned away, tossing a mischievous, “Meet me in the shower,” over his shoulder.
Izuku stared at his retreating back and the perfect globes of his asscheeks. Then he swore under his breath and whipped off his briefs, taking off after Katsuki before he even turned the water on in his shower stall.
The other boy had the nerve to laugh as Izuku pulled him close, naked skin to naked skin, and kissed him. After a few more kisses, they managed to get the water going. Izuku eagerly soaped up Katsuki’s body, sliding slick hands over hard abs to massage large pecs and pinch his nipples.
The sound Katsuki made when he finally wrapped his fingers around that gorgeous dick almost had him coming right there. He pumped slowly at first, enjoying the feel of that velvety skin, the heavy girth of his length in his palm.
He wanted to take the dusky red tip between his lips and suckle. He wanted the whole length in his mouth, shoved down his throat until he choked. He wanted all of Katsuki inside him.
He released the other boy’s cock, and Katsuki groaned unhappily, his eyes squeezed shut.
It was only the sheer volume of Izuku’s want that gave him the courage to say, “I want you to fuck me.”
Katsuki pushed water from his eyes before opening them, mouth slack and breathing quickly as he regarded Izuku in silence.
Izuku tensed. “D-Do you want to?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed before surging forward and claiming his mouth again.
Izuku melted against him, hips shamelessly rutting forward, their erections sliding together. Then, Katsuki abruptly pushed him away, his chest still laced with soap and heaving with every breath.
“Wash up quick. I’m not fucking you in a locker room shower.” Then he stepped past Izuku and left the stall, the barest waft of lavender left in his wake.
Izuku immediately turned the water as cold as he could handle, gasping at the shock to his system. But it did its job, tempering his desire enough that he wasn’t tempted to rub out a quick one.
That unfortunately didn’t last long because he was determined to clean himself as thoroughly as possible. He’d experimented a little with his fingers, but not enough to figure out how to make it good. But with two fingers shoved inside himself, merely imagining Katsuki’s dick in their place almost had him coming untouched.
When he determined he was clean enough, he finished up and found the locker room empty of his boyfriend. Heart pounding, stomach in knots, Izuku put his school uniform back on and headed out.
“Finally,” came a rough voice as Izuku emerged from the lockers. Katsuki straightened off the wall where he’d been waiting for him.
At the sight of him—hair damp, the top two buttons of his uniform open to reveal the dip of his collarbones and several darkening marks on his neck—Izuku’s entire body went hot. He couldn’t believe this was going to happen, that Katsuki wanted him just as much, those red eyes raking hungrily over Izuku.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I might just fuck you right here,” he growled.
The thought sent a bolt of lust to his dick. “I would let you,” he said breathlessly.
Nostrils flared on a sharp inhale as Katsuki stalked toward him. He grabbed Izuku’s wrist and hauled him out of the building. Heights Alliance was only a short walk across school grounds, but it felt like forever as they hurried past other students going about their evening.
When they finally reached the dorms, Izuku tried to at least return their friends’ greetings, but Katsuki wasn’t having any of it. He snarled at anyone who attempted to waylay them, and Izuku tried to hide his furious blushing behind his hand.
Once they were safely locked inside Katsuki’s room, a sudden wave of shyness swept over them. For long seconds, the two of them stood awkwardly at either side of the room, their gazes averted.
Izuku wrung his hands, stuttering out, “We—um, we don’t have to, you know, r-right now if…”
“I do,” Katsuki said, a little too quickly so that his ears turned red. “If you still want to.”
“I do,” he echoed Katsuki and then couldn’t stifle the snort of laughter that escaped him. They sounded like they were exchanging vows when they were just horny, clueless, and hopelessly in love.
Maybe Katsuki had noticed as well because he looked amused. And just like that, the awkwardness broke. Holding Izuku’s gaze, Katsuki reached for the buttons of his uniform shirt and began hurriedly removing his clothes.
That jolted Izuku into movement as well, shedding his school uniform in record time. When they were both naked, Izuku watched as Katsuki sank onto the bed, legs spread as he leaned back, baring himself for Izuku’s hungry eyes.
He was a work of art, pale skin like a canvas awaiting Izuku’s hands, his to touch and mark and claim. From his still damp blonde hair to his broad shoulders and full chest, his taut abs and the corded muscles of his thighs, Izuku didn’t even know where to look first.
“Come here,” Katsuki growled, those sharp ruby eyes narrowed.
Part of him was still self-conscious as he approached the walking wet dream that was his boyfriend. But after Katsuki’s loving attention in the locker room, and with how his expression mirrored Izuku’s desire—a desire a decade in the making, a desire so immense that his heart alone wasn’t enough to contain it—Izuku found the confidence to revel in being the sole recipient of Katsuki’s attention.
He crawled onto the bed, straddling Katsuki’s thighs to settle in his lap. Katsuki’s arms immediately circled his waist, large hands running up the expanse of his back as they kissed, deep and passionate and unrestrained.
With a loud moan, Izuku slowly rolled his hips, gasping into the other’s mouth when the hot length of Katsuki’s cock nudged his balls and then slid between his asscheeks.
“Kacchan, I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered, grinding down harder to feel that thick length against him. “Please. I need you. Take what’s yours. I’ve always been yours.”
At hearing his own words directed back at him, Katsuki bit down on Izuku’s bottom lip before licking roughly at the ache. Then his arm tightened around Izuku’s waist as he rose and turned, depositing Izuku onto his back against the sheets, leaving him breathless at the effortless way Katsuki had manhandled him.
Katsuki reached for something on his headboard, and a moment later, the scent of lavender wrapped around them. Izuku brushed curls from his eyes to confirm Katsuki was holding the little brown bottle of lavender oil and pouring some over his fingers.
“Is that safe for sex?” Izuku asked. He admittedly didn’t know much about the oil he’d been rubbing into Katsuki’s skin, only that the other boy went to Recovery Girl for refills.
Looking amused, Katsuki said, “It’s safe. You trust me?”
Izuku’s heartbeat quickened as Katsuki set down the bottle and his hand disappeared between Izuku’s legs. He bit back a whimper as he felt the slick touch against his taint, fingers gently massaging toward his entrance.
With a shuddering breath, he said, “Of course I trust you. But how do you know? It doesn’t come with a label.”
Katsuki didn’t look up from his intense focus as those fingers circled his rim. “Always ask questions when you’re prescribed something, Nerd.”
“Hnn,” Izuku groaned, spreading his legs more. His fists were buried in the sheets, his hard cock leaking precum all over his belly. Somehow, he found enough sense to mumble, “You asked about using it as lube?”
“No, you—” He cut himself off with a grudgingly fond glance at Izuku. “I asked about getting it in open cuts or wounds, and Recovery Girl gave me the whole safety spiel. Including…” He rubbed the oil into the bundle of skin at his entrance, the tip of his finger teasingly passing over the needy hole again and again. “… its use as lube.”
“More,” Izuku said, pulling his folded legs to his chest to give Katsuki even better access, even as his face burned at his shamelessness.
Katsuki’s throat bobbed, his pupils blown to hell. But he continued his torture, working the oil in until the skin was relaxed and yielding and Izuku was a keening puddle of need.
“I don’t have any condoms,” Katsuki said as he finally slid a finger inside.
Izuku could have cried in relief. He pushed his hips against the intrusion, wanting more. Katsuki’s fingers were longer than his own, able to reach parts of him that had never been touched. “Please, please, please,” he whined before distractedly adding, “Why would we need condoms?”
“For clean up. I’ll just pull out,” he said, working a second finger inside. “Fuck, you’re sucking me in. Did you stretch yourself in the shower?”
“Yeah,” he said. He loved the way Katsuki’s eyes darkened even further at this, and then he arched his back with a cry as a third finger joined the others. “And you’re not pulling out. I want all of you. Inside. Keep you inside me.”
Katsuki’s fingers pressed into him in long, slow thrusts, stretching him more than what he’d managed on his own. Leaning over him, Katsuki pulled him into a sweet kiss, languidly rubbing his tongue against Izuku’s.
“You okay?” he murmured, pulling back enough to search Izuku’s face for signs of discomfort.
“Feels good.” He tugged urgently on the ends of Katsuki’s damp hair. “Kiss me more.”
He caught a flash of that rare, blindingly beautiful smile before Katsuki covered his mouth again. Izuku could have stayed in that moment forever, surrounded by Katsuki’s heat, connected by the wet glide of lips and tongues, and thick fingers moving in and out of him, brushing over a spot that made Izuku jerk and shudder. If he could have this forever, he thought he would never again ask the universe for anything else.
“I’m ready, Kacchan. Please. I need you inside. Get inside me,” he babbled, body writhing, hips undulating.
When the fingers left him, Izuku clamped down on the emptiness left behind. He raised his arms over his head, gripping the edges of Katsuki’s headboard, arching his spine and spreading his legs obscenely.
“Is this good?” he asked as Katsuki poured more oil onto his palm. Izuku wondered distantly if he was drooling as he watched Katsuki slick up his cock. “Or should I turn around? Would it be easier?”
“No,” Katsuki said. “I wanna see you. Is that okay?”
The slight waver in his voice made Izuku’s heart clench. He was just as nervous as Izuku, wanted their first time to be just as good as Izuku did, but Katsuki should’ve known that their first time could be a total wreck and it’d still be perfect. Izuku had wanted him for so long that he couldn’t remember a time when his heart hadn’t beat to the rhythm of Katsuki’s name.
“I want to see you, too,” he said. He needed to see what Katsuki looked like when he was inside him, what expression he would make.
Katsuki set his jaw, his concentration narrowing to between Izuku’s legs. It would have been adorable if Izuku wasn’t so turned on. He felt the blunt tip of something hard and huge at his entrance.
Then that crimson gaze lifted, the tenderness reflected there taking Izuku’s breath away as he slowly pressed in. Izuku’s mouth fell open, his lashes fluttering against the reflexive urge to close them. Instead, he determinedly held Katsuki’s gaze as he was stretched in agonizingly slow increments.
Sweat beaded Katsuki’s upper lip, his brow. The muscles in his chest and arms trembled with his restraint. Izuku forced his body to relax against the intrusion until, at last, Katsuki’s hips were flush with his ass, and he felt impossibly full.
“Does it hurt?” Katsuki asked, pressing their foreheads together.
With a blissful smile, Izuku tilted his head so that their lips touched and he could lick the sweat from his skin. “Doesn’t hurt. Feels amazing. Perfect. Kacchan is so big. I can feel you everywhere.”
“Fuck. You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” He didn’t let Izuku answer, just kissed him deeply, his tongue mimicking the movement Izuku needed from his dick. “Gonna move.”
Izuku nodded frantically, which urged Katsuki to pull out a little before sliding in again. Izuku all but keened with the pleasure, long and loud, hands releasing the headboard to scrabble against flushed, sweat-slick skin. His legs wrapped around Katsuki’s waist, clinging to him as he moved with deep, rolling thrusts that drove him crazy.
“Kacchan,” he mumbled mindlessly. “Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan… please. Oh god, I’m so close already. Not gonna last. I need—”
“I know,” Katsuki said, low and gruff between hissed curses. He groaned as his thrusts grew harder, jarring a breathy moan from Izuku with every stroke. “Just take it. Let me take care of you. Gonna take such good care of you.”
“Kacchan,” he sobbed, his palm sliding down his shoulder to cup his chest scar. “You already do. You take such good care of me. I love you. I love you, I love you.”
Without breaking rhythm, Katsuki snagged his hand and pressed it to the bed. He laced their fingers, holding tight as he leaned down to speak into his ear. “You take care of me, too, you know that? Fucking love you so much. I’m never letting you go.”
The words pushed him over the edge, and his head whipped back into the mattress as his orgasm took him by surprise. He screamed, Katsuki’s weight and steady thrusts all that was keeping him from completely arching off the bed. His free hand clawed at Katsuki’s back as his vision spotted, pleasure cresting within him again and again.
“Goddamn, Izuku. That was incredible,” Katsuki said as he buried his face in Izuku’s neck. His hips picked up speed, slamming into him with the wet slap of skin, hard enough to sting.
Izuku could do little else but hold him as he thrust once, twice more and then his body went rigid, muscles quivering as he came, coating Izuku’s insides with liquid heat. It could’ve been embarrassing how quickly they’d come, but that hardly mattered when they had time enough to work on their stamina.
They were both a sweaty, shaking, over sensitive and sticky mess, but neither were quite willing to disentangle from the other just yet. Instead, Izuku held on tighter as he listened to Katsuki’s heavy breaths and felt the strong thump of Katsuki’s pounding heart against his chest.
He whispered, “Don’t ever let go.” And then smiled through watery eyes as Katsuki squeezed him back.
By the following morning, every resident of their dorm building was aware that they’d gotten together. And as was the case lately when it came to the house-arrest boys, no one was surprised.
They held hands in the hallways, stole kisses between classes, and held study sessions in the common area until Kaminari announced his brain was leaking out his ears, and Katsuki took that as his cue to steal Izuku away for the evening. When winter break arrived, they got their parents together for a joint Christmas dinner to share the news that they were dating.
Inko burst into happy tears. Mitsuki pulled Izuku into a bone crushing hug and welcomed him into the family. Masaru frowned faintly and muttered, “I thought you two have been dating since last Christmas.”
Izuku still enjoyed applying lavender oil to Katsuki’s scars, although he didn’t technically need to anymore. He made Katsuki go with him to buy real lube though, because as much as he liked the scent, he didn’t need his ass smelling like flowers.
He still paused sometimes as well, right after taking off Katsuki’s shirt, to trace the edges of his scar with his mouth. He liked to nuzzle the soft skin—which was healing wonderfully—and remember, not what Katsuki had suffered for Izuku’s love, but how very much he cherished all that he’d gained with Katsuki’s.
No doubt they would acquire more scars in the future, but as long as they remained by each other’s side, Izuku was certain there wasn’t much that couldn’t be healed with a kiss and a little care.
~End~