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His room was only partially dark. The curtains let enough light slip trough, making it possible to see his furniture, but not the dark corners and boxes full of notebooks and much less innocent stuff.
... Should he have used the plug?
No, he still didn't feel comfortable with it. Somehow he wanted Kacchan to be there. Was that strange?
Didn't matter.
He didn't want to think about that. Not now.
Izuku was glad that he had opted for the blanket. Although it rustled with the rhythm of his hands, it covered everything else very well.
Ngh.
He pushed his hips up. It was weird, dear god. He had even licked his hands, how sick was that? But oh, it felt so good. And if he concentrated on his fingers, it felt like it was Kacchan holding him tightly.
Would Kacchan ...?
Even before his rational side could think it through, he already had Kacchan's head between his legs. His tongue slipped under his foreskin and Izuku groaned softly. He wanted to be loud, so so much, but the walls were thin and his comrades were certainly in their rooms.
Izuku threw his head to one side and opened his eyes a crack. He focused his eyes on the emptiness in his room and moved his left hand behind his back. His boner was twitching with pleasure. Izuku gritted his teeth.
He had done it once, and it felt so amazing, but could he continue like that forever?
"Kacchan ... ~," Izuku didn't know why it felt so good to say his name aloud, instead of just thinking about it. But it gave him courage and added to his arousal.
Heat twitched through his abdomen as his middle finger paced between his thighs and finally settled on his entrance. It was warm and curious. Maybe ready for more. Izuku was glad that his body sent him these signals.
Then two feet entered his field of vision. He froze and immediately put all his movements on hold. Izuku did not dare to look up, but he knew who that was.
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The jerk didn't notice him. Was he asleep?
Bakugou had just come to clear some shit up. What had been left unspoken between them in the air for weeks. He wanted to tell him that practically over eighty percent of his behavior was controlled by self-hatred and that he did not know why he couldn't fuck Deku on the spot.
But instead of finding his boyfriend open for discussion, he found Deku in a rather precarious situation.
Katsuki squinted. The way the blanket moved ... fucking shit!
He didn't know if it was possible to blush and get an erection at the same time, but his body had just decided to do so. Bakugou was overwhelmed for a few seconds. He rarely got a boner in Deku's presence, which did not positively affect his self-esteem.
Calm the fuck down, he growled in his mind and inched cautiously closer. That's your boyfriend, it won't bother him.
His eyes wandered over the scene that was offered to him. He jerked back as Deku's head rolled to one side and his eyes opened, but he still didn't notice him. Relief and excitement shot through Bakugou's body at the same time. His blood pressure rose continuously.
He could just- No. That would be awkward. But actually he did not care. Bakugou's hand was already in his pants when he heard something other than Deku's ridiculously low moan.
"Kacchan ... ~"
He froze. What was this fucker thinking about!? Roughly, he pulled his hand out from under his waistband and headed for the bed. Now Deku must have noticed him after all, because he had stopped all his movements. Katsuki didn't like that. Not at all.
He leaned forward anyway and pulled down the blanket.
"Kacchan! No-"
"What, no," he snapped, "go on!" He clicked his tongue as Deku came up with the stupid idea of covering his crotch with his hands. Bakugou noticed that they were wet. Had he licked them?
After a short scan of the area near the bed he still couldn't see any lube, so ... yes, probably.
Deku's gaze stopped at Katsuki's pants. "How long've you... been standing here?"
Bakugou just shrugged. He became impatient. Deku wasn't supposed to come back to the here and now, damn it, why couldn't he just keep going? He didn't want him to come back and start thinking heshouldn'tthinkheshoul- "Go on, I said!" he snapped at him for lack of better words. Deku's legs shifted. "Could you..." No. Please don't. Don't ask me, you know exactly how that ends. Don't ask! Deku seemed to recognize his anguished expression and Bakugou felt sick. A feeling of guilt swept through him despite his best effort.Deku, the asshole, knew him well. Thankfully. "Could you get me the plug? It's behind the box of pants. " "Uh." Somewhat startled by the question, Katsuki needed a few seconds, but then he turned around and stooped down. He pushed the box aside, only to find two more of them. That idiot really was a prude. "Which one is it?" Groaning, Deku straightened up. "The left one. Under the postcards. The lube is next to it. " "Are you serious?" Bakugou pushed the cards aside with a half crooked smile and took out both. The plug felt like velvet in his hands. It was black. He knew that Deku had two, one with a normal smooth end and one with a ring to grip.He took the latter. That was a good sign. When he turned back to Deku, he had already pulled the blanket back over him again. "I-I know you aren't into this, so ... um ... do you want to leave...?" "Nope." Katsuki sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled the blanket off of Deku, this time more slowly. He let his fingers softly stroke his belly. "I wanna watch you." Deku swallowed and blinked. Was he making fun of him? Pitied him? No. Bakugou wanted to turn off these toxic thoughts. He was stronger than the bastard in his head who hated him and his dysfunctional sexuality. Bakugou held up the plug, next to it the lube. He turned both of them slowly in his hands, from left to right, as if he were a bad TV con man who wanted to sell his utensils for an unbeatable price. Deku grabbed both. Then he pushed himself up a little higher in his bed. "Uhm ... when you're sitting there, I can't really move my legs ...""Where else should I sit?""Well, maybe over there?" Deku nodded his head to the end of the bed. Katsuki agreed without thinking. For now, it meant distance, and he was grateful for that. He crawled to the end of the bed and stared at his boyfriend, who hid himself under the covers again and started moving his hands and most likely the plug. "Uff ... sorry." Deku laughed briefly. He's nervous. Katsuki saw it immediately. "Should I open the bottle?" Deku just nodded and closed his eyes. He's started again. A rush of relief swept through Katsuki. Good. He leaned forward, opened the small tube and held it out to Deku. Again his boyfriend laughed. "Kacchan, I cannot ... my hands ..." "Right." Kacchan crept forward and pulled the blanket away a bit. "Okay. I'll help you ... a little bit. And then I can watch everything. Deal?" Deku smiled and nodded. Katsuki didn't want to think about whether it was relief. He didn't want Deku to have to make compromises again and again. Then he took the plug and smeared a sufficient amount of lube on it. “Have you...?" He pointed to his butt as he returned the plug to Deku."One time."
"Was it good?"
Deku avoided an answer. "Not bad then?" Katsuki asked."Yeah, I guess.""Heh. Nice.""Hmm …" "Pfft. You do realize it would work way better if you weren't lying on your back? It'd be way easier.""I just have to-" Deku started moving his hands again."You don't have to do shit. Turn around. ""But then-""Then I'll stare at your ass, yes. Doesn't bother me. Won't be the last time. Go on now!""Can I at least get the blanket back?""No." Deku turned around, growling. It satisfied something in Katsuki and he wasn't even sure if that was sexual.Trembling, his boyfriend breathed into the pillow while he handled the plug. When Bakugou saw Deku successfully devouring for the black silicone piece by piece, his boner came to life again. A few minutes followed, in which only the soft sound of the gliding plug and Deku's soft gasping could be heard. He used the plug for penetration instead of a dildo or vibrator, simply because they hadn't bought anything else in the short time they were together yet. "Okay," Deku muttered after a while. "Can you ...?" His voice was a little higher. Katsuki felt jerked back into reality. He had been staring all the time and was almost surprised that he was being addressed.
Deku released the plug, while Katsuki hesitantly took over. He pulled the plug out a bit and then pushed it deep into Deku again. This time, his exhale took significantly longer than usual. Bakugou watched Deku's reactions thoroughly and turned the plug a bit.
Deku's movements became more erratic and faster.
"Nh ... Kacchan ... please ... again."
Katsuki smiled, which surprised him, but he enjoyed this moment very much.
He carefully pulled on the ring that was attached to the silicone. He still wasn't sure how much Deku's body could take. Again the negative waves came towards Bakugou and threatened to drown him.
You should've known that long ago. You two are a fucking couple. He's suggested it so many times and you've rejected him so many times, it's your own fault.
With all his strength, he ignored his shitty inner voice and initiated a hopefully pleasant rhythm for Deku. He speculated that it was okay, given Deku's thrusting. At that point, he did little more than holding the plug in different directions, while Deku pushed hard against it, his hands busy in his crotch. He was also obviously beyond the point at which it had bothered him that his butt was almost in Bakugou's face.
Katsuki recognized Deku's growing excitement as he broke through the rhythm and irregularly pushed his body in his direction.Deku gasped for a moment. Then he came.
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While Deku was cleaning the plug and his hands in the small bathroom, Katsuki removed the sheets and threw them on the floor. "Where's your laundry basket?" he yelled in the direction of the bathroom door.
"In the closet," came the muffled reply.
Bakugou stuffed everything more or less professionally in there and forced a clean sheet onto the bed. It clashed with the rest of the colours in the room, but he didn't care.
Deku came back and hid the plug together with the bottle of lube, back into the box, which he stowed safely. Katsuki could only smile tiredly for a moment. It died pretty quickly. "Are you all right?" he asked out of guilt. Somehow ... he hadn't done much except staring like an idiot and holding a piece of silicone. Suddenly he felt like shit again. Useless.
Deku blinked in confusion. "Yeah, sure. And you?" He sat down next to Katsuki on the bed. "We didn't... I could still-" He stopped, grinning mischievously, and slipped a hand on Katsuki's lap. Bakugou pushed him away. "It's alright. I don't want to."
Deku looked at him worriedly. Shit, how he hated that. "Really?" Deku obviously wanted to reassure himself.
Yeah, you shithead was the first answer that his brain spit out. He decided to take the next one.
"Yeah. Dude, we talked about it. Thousand of times. It's pissing me off. I told you. If I want it ... I'll say it. "
Deku lowered his eyebrows. "I don't know. I'm kinda scared you won't ask for it. "
Bakugou sighed heavily. "Yeah, probably. So? That's my problem."
His boyfriend shrugged. "Well, I don't think it is. But it's your choice. I just want you to know that you can always- "
"That I can always come to you, yes. Drop the cheesy bullshit." Then he flopped against Deku and closed his eyes to keep the fucking tears in his eyes. He felt Deku's arm around him. Then a kiss against his temple.
"I love you." The grip tightened.
"Hm. Whatever … Love ya too."
Maybe he would have sex with Deku sometime. Would want real sex.
Maybe not.
He was blessed with a shithead that fortunately didn't care.
And what more could Bakugou Katsuki wish for?