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“This movie is boring,” Izuku complained looking at the film with hatred.
“Of course it fucking is.” Katsuki groaned. “Why would you ever think possessed dolls would be interesting?”
To try and stay true to the spooky spirit, Katsuki, and Izuku, for their treasured movie night, had decided to watch Chucky. Unfortunately for them, it was completely and utterly ridiculous. Every attempt at a scary scene made them groan, and every attempt at a funny scene made them roll their eyes.
“We really should’ve just watched the Silver Age All Might movie again.” Izuku frowned, refusing to watch another moment of the movie, so he looked at his boyfriend instead. “Heck, even that weird knock-off kids' show they made fifteen years ago would’ve been better.”
Katsuki turned to him, raising a brow with a teasing smirk. “Wanna put that on instead, then, Deku?” He asked, but Izuku just shook his head no. “I think this would be a perfect time to practice.” He said, a soft laugh in his voice.
Katsuki snorted, ticking his head to the side with an amused grin. “‘Practice?’ What are we, middle schoolers?” He teased, making Izuku give him a lopsided smile. “Just kiss me, Kacchan.”
Katsuki leaned forward, whispering a teasing, “‘If his majesty insists.’” before closing the gap.
Izuku sighed when his lips met Katsuki's, the strange softness of them making his heart flutter. Their hands met one another, fingers tangling as they continued their soft kiss.
"Kacchan," Izuku sighed against the blond's mouth, a breathy laugh. Katsuki made a funny little noise of acknowledgment, a little hum before kissing him yet again.
It was warm, and it was comforting. Izuku would have never thought he'd be doing this with Katsuki—the kissing, yeah, but mostly the softness of it all. Even when Izuku let himself, all those months ago, daydream about another life where he and Katsuki were together, he never imagined it to be so pleasant. He imagined harsh, tough kisses between the two. Tugging of hands and rough pushes, (considering that's how their relationship had been their entire lives.)
Izuku was more than happy to say that he was wrong, as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss with his one and only.
"'Zuku," Katsuki hummed, letting go of one of Izuku's hands so he could tangle his fingers in those curly locks. Izuku smiled into the kiss as his fingers massaged his scalp, laughing softly before pressing his lips back into his boyfriend's.
Izuku moved his free hand up to cup Katsuki's jaw, rubbing his pillow-soft skin with his thumb. It was a bit odd, how different their skin was—the textures of them. Because of Katsuki's quirk, his skin was always soft, smooth, and clear. The nitroglycerin keeping it clean of scars. While Izuku's, on the other hand, was ragged and ashy. The scars never accepting moisture, making most of the skin on his hands gnarly and leathery.
Katsuki said he didn't mind, though. No matter how many times Izuku mentioned it, the blond just barked back a response along the lines of 'don't be stupid.'
That's why, now, when the air began to run a bit hotter, and the space between them grew thin, Izuku wasn't shy to share that jagged feeling of his skin.
"So pretty," Izuku whispered, opening his mouth slightly against the others. "My pretty Kacchan,"
Katsuki accepted the invitation, slotting his lip in between parted ones before giving the entrance a small, nervous lick.
Izuku met Katsuki's tongue with his own, the same nerves showing in his work. They didn't do this often—they had just started dating a couple of months ago, after all—but when they did, it always felt excellent. Even despite their anxious movements.
Izuku sighed when Katsuki's hand moved down from his hair to his neck, rubbing soft, reassuring circles into the skin. Izuku, feeling a bit more confident, moved his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, softly tangling the muscle with its mate.
The two separated for air for a moment, breathing into the other's face a bit harshly. "Is this okay?" Izuku whispered, laughing softly at the absurdity of it all. He was kissing Katsuki Bakugou—how was this even real?
"Of course, it's fuckin' okay." Katsuki laughed, although he was also sporting a soft, quiet tone. "I just wish we didn't have to breathe—it'd make this whole 'making out' thing a whole lot easier."
Izuku blushed, and he softly slapped the blond's shoulder, making the abused snicker. "Don't say," he blushed harder. "...making out..." He struggled, hating the way he loved Katsuki's teasing smirk. "It's too vulgar—the previous owners will tease me."
Katsuki blinked a few times before he too blushed. "Wait a damn minute," he rasped, "are the previous owners, like... Watching...??!"
"No!" Izuku immediately answered, but after a few seconds, he was significantly less confident. "...Well, I don't think so. They cheered the first time we kissed, but ever since then they'd been quiet."
Katsuki's flush grew into a bright red. "Cheered?" He asked, earning a nod, which just made the blond bark out a loud, embarrassed laugh. "God, Deku," He blurted, his ears even turning a few shades of scarlet. "That's something a guy should know—not only do I need to impress you, but I need to impress seven dead dudes?"
"Six dudes, one girl." Izuku helpfully added, making Katsuki roll his eyes.
"You already impress me, though," Izuku mumbled, his hand fiddling with Katsuki's. "Everything you do feels..." He blushed, "...really nice."
Katsuki held his breath for a moment, looking into those big, green eyes for a second before leaning in once more, leading the kiss with parted lips, ready to start back where they had left off.
Izuku happily joined, slotting his tongue back on top of the blond's. They twirled around each other, the taste of each Izuku making Katsuki's limbs go weak.
The sound of the TV slowly drained out, replaced with the sounds of lips separating and meeting, along with the rare, chill-inducing breath or small moan.
This time, when they separated for air, Katsuki's eyes looked a bit more curious than nervous.
"Izu," He said, the nickname making Izuku's heart flutter. "Yeah?" He asked, wiping off a bit of saliva that fell onto his chin.
Katsuki held his hands, the smooth digits caressing flakey palms. "Could I..." He paused, allowing his gaze to meet those emeralds yet again. "...could I try kissing your neck?"
Almost instantly, a pink glow accompanied Izuku's freckled cheeks. He sat there, mouth agape for a few moments before stuttering an embarrassing, "Y-yes! Of course!!"
Katsuki laughed, making the boy even more flustered. But he soon laughed as well, fiddling with his boyfriend's hands yet again. "S-sorry," He mumbled, "I just, uh... wasn't expecting that." He smiled, his face growing even hotter as he defended himself. "I definitely do want that, though! Don’t get me wrong!! That would be wonderful. You feel so nice on my mouth, I can just imagine how it would feel on my neck—I might make noises though, is that embarrassing? Is it embarrassing if I’m asking if it’s embarrassing? Is this making you want to not? Because if so, I totally understand! Gah, I’m just making it so awkward. I’m sorry, Kacchan, I—“
“Deku,” Katsuki spoke, knocking Izuku out of his ramble with a flushed laugh. “Please,” He strained, “do you want Twinkle-Twink and Grape-Jizz to know that we’re kissing in here?”
“Don’t know if we’ll be kissing after I heard those names.” Izuku frowned, but Katsuki just snickered, scooting ever-so-closer to his boyfriend.
“You said you might make noises?” Katsuki whispered, shooting a warm feeling through Izuku’s very being. “Uhm… yeah, I did.” He whispered back, the acknowledgment feeling far too scandalous to speak any louder.
Katsuki reached for something behind him, grabbing the TV remote. Izuku blushed as he watched Katsuki turn the volume from forty, all the way to seventy.
“I won’t be that loud!” Izuku quietly cried, making Katsuki shrug. “Better safe than sorry.”
Katsuki pressed one, soft kiss onto Izuku’s mouth before moving away. Peppering kisses from his cheek to his jaw, and down to his neck.
Izuku let out a soft whimper, one hand going back to hold Katsuki’s, the other staying by his side.
The feeling of Katsuki’s lips on his neck was heavenly, and the view of Katsuki’s head so far from his face gave him less than heavenly thoughts. “Kacchan,” He sighed, eyes fluttering when he pressed a kiss to a particularly tender area.
“‘Zuku,” Katsuki spoke into his skin, making him shiver. “You can touch me if you want.” He whispered, taking Izuku’s hand and placing it on his shoulder. “You don’t have to keep it by your side like a weirdo.”
“S-sorry,” Izuku stuttered, feeling his heart bloom as he touched Katsuki’s strong shoulder. “Y’know,” He said, a little mewl coming from his chest as Katsuki gave his neck a light, experimental suck. “I love your shoulders.”
“Mhmm?” Katsuki hummed, even the vibrations from his acknowledgment feeling glorious on his neck. “Yeah,” Izuku sighed, softly squeezing the strong muscle. “They’re so strong… I’ve always loved it. Watching you train, and seeing them flex when you fly through the air… it makes me feel—well, it makes me feel perverted.” He shyly said, laughing awkwardly at the truth. But it just made Katsuki suck a little sharper, forcing Izuku to take in a quick breath. “Katsuki,” He barely moaned, trying to stay quiet as the boy licked the spot in an apology.
“You sound so nice,” Katsuki mumbled, moving to the other side of his neck. “I wish I could do this all the time.”
Izuku let out an airy laugh. “Well, I don’t,” He said in that delicious, honey-filled voice. “How could I kiss you if you’re kissing my neck twenty-four-seven?”
Katsuki gave his neck a quick, sharp suck. Making Izuku let out another moan. “That is true,” Katsuki said, leaving his neck alone and facing his boyfriend with a wicked grin. “I do love kissing that stupid mouth of yours.”
Izuku raised a brow, a devious smirk on his mouth. “Will you still think my mouth is stupid when it’s kissing your neck?” He teased, keeping his voice low.
A flood of pink washed over Katsuki’s face. “You want to kiss mine too?” He asked, unsure. Which just made Izuku laugh. “Of course I do,” He said, a tinge of shyness in his smile. “It felt really nice. Why wouldn’t I want to do the same to you?”
Izuku leaned forward, giving his boyfriend’s lips a peck. “Unless you don’t want me to?” He asked, a layer of comfort displayed on his face. “I’m fine with just kissing, really.”
Katsuki blushed, his hand squeezing Izuku’s. “I do,” He said, smiling softly. “It’s just that, y’know, my sweat is kind of poisonous.”
Izuku’s face went blank for a moment before he bursted into laughter. “Oh, yeah!” He laughed, his boyfriend joining in with him. “Probably shouldn’t then, huh?” He snorted, hiding his grin behind their held hands.
Katsuki smiled, pressing a soft kiss into his temple. “Maybe, though,” Katsuki said, a laugh still showing in his tone. “after a cold shower and a well-air-conditioned room… we can try?”
Izuku grinned, giving his boyfriend an enthusiastic nod. “Absolutely.”
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard on the wall. Izuku jumped, looking over to the wall with Katsuki, both of their faces coated in shock as they heard Minoru yell, “The movie’s been over for ten minutes already! Stop talking about hickeys as if you’re doing ass-play for the first time, and start another film!!”
As if a switch had been flicked, Katsuki’s soft, loving demeanor changed back into his rage-filled attitude in less than two seconds flat.
“What’s that, Purple-Cum-Stain?!?!” He snapped, jumping out of Izuku’s bed in a flash, leaving his dorm even quicker. “I’ll fucking kill you!!”
And while Katsuki kicked his way into Minoru’s room, yelling at him to fight him like a ‘true hero,’ Izuku stayed in his bed, completely mortified.