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Okay. That was all Katsuki could think as he twisted in the mirror, watching the shapes of his body.Deku was very lucky that Katsuki loved him.Katsuki had Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, Deku had Wednesdays and Thursdays off. Simple things to keep them from killing each other, but also to make sure that they had time off from the rough hero lifestyle and together. They'd been working for different agencies for a while until that got old, and started one together. And on a whole, life was great. They worked together a lot, but not all the time. They were separate enough to still love each other, and got to be heroes. Life was good.Katsuki turns, squishing the skin at his ass. He’d always hated his narrow waist and the immediate shift to a big ass, but Deku didn't hate it. Deku liked to bite his hips possessively and slot his hand over them whenever he could, especially if they were in public and he could get away with it. Before the relationship was public, Deku could squeeze his ass and a million fans would lose their minds… now he'd squeeze the ass and a billion fans would drop dead.But something about this felt like it was a bit much.Not like Deku wouldn’t like it, but still.Katsuki trails his fingers up and hooks one in the strap holding up the complex… thing on his chest. He could get into any variant of suit or harness for blasting through the city, but when it came to the house? He stuck to sweats and tshirts and sweaters. Deku teased him sometimes about it, but at the same time they both preferred to be comfortable. Deku especially couldn’t talk, with those dumb labelled tshirts. Though Katsuki couldn’t either, because he’d BOUGHT the nerd the first one.He huffs and turns again.The packaging had called it a bralette, and that was about enough to make him want to hurl. Deku had once mentioned, breathlessly, that he’d want to see Katsuki in lingerie. This did happen to be around two am on a rooftop with the blonde’s face between his hips and sucking his life out through his cock, but that wasn’t as important in the conversation. Deku never shut up, did he?But Katsuki definitely wasn’t talking right now. The lingerie was black, not too lacy. He hated lace, itchy itchy stuff. Beyond annoying. But the top left little to the imagination with straps circling and holding the softer flesh, but nothing in the middle to cover. He felt perky somehow, and that in of itself made him want to just forget the things.But the bottoms? They made his ass look nice. That part was… He wanted to snap a picture, almost, but if Deku had his phone on him (and he always had his phone on him) then he’d definitely break something in his rush to get home, and when he got home he’d be all gross and sweaty. No, Katsuki wanted him to be surprised, and clean, when he saw everything.And, of course, that’s about when the door opens. He hears Deku calling out to the rest of the apartment, and promptly goes into panic mode.He throws a hoodie on over the top, yanking a pair of deku’s boxers on over his ass, and prays that Deku doesn’t notice them slipping down his boyfriend’s hips. God, wouldn’t that fucking suck?He tugs the hoodie down and opens the door right as the largest case of puppy dog eyes in the world enters, bright eyed and bushy tailed.Since UA, Deku had grown and Katsuki had not. It was nice for stealth missions, and not very nice when it came to the higher shelves in the apartment. But there was Deku’s pec right to Katsuki’s face, knocking into him and making him snort in surprise as strong arms wrapped around him.“Strong arms” As if Katsuki couldn’t lift more than Deku, anyways. Pre-quirk. Duh. OFA wasn’t really something that could be used against him in an argument.“What are you doing here?” Was what came out, however, Katsuki pushing at Deku’s chest. The darker haired man leaned down and pressed his face to his boyfriend’s neck, sighing.“Yeah, Retronomicon told me to go home after I got hit in the head. And you try not listening to her, she’s the most perfect and most annoying boss on the planet.”“You’d have thought,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “That opening our own agency would’ve meant we’d, you know, actually have some.”“Yeah, but neither of us know when to stop. Hm?”Katsuki sighed and tipped his face up, offering it. As expected, it was met with a peppering of close-mouthed kisses, soft lips brushing over the bridge of his nose and his eyelids, his cheeks and the corner of his mouth and his chin and his earlobes. He can’t help the smile until finally the lips descend on where he’d wanted them to go, and the actual good-afternoon kiss starts.The best thing about kissing Deku was that Deku was always really eager in everything he did, and Katsuki rarely had to do much more than relax into it, if he didn’t feel like initiating yet.A hand wanders down to slide under the hoodie, cold fingers against his burning skin, and he sighs, letting the tongue slip in.It’s after a minute of this that he remembers why he didn’t want Deku to see anything, so he pulls Deku’s hand down, and flashes a smile full of teeth. “Remember what day it is?”“Uh, tuesday?” Deku offered.“Nope.”“Wednesday.”Katsuki rolled his eyes, reaching up to hold Deku’s jaw. “Think harder.”“Uh…. The fifteenth?”“Of?”“September?”Katsuki merely grinned.Deku’s eyes lit up. “You remembered our fight?”“Of course I did, nerd. Why wouldn’t I?”Deku attacked his cheeks with kisses, pushing him towards the bed. His eyes shone as he picked Katsuki up by the hips and pressed him down, kissing with just enough teeth to remind them both of it.Ten years was a long time, wasn’t it?Another kiss.“Do you ever miss it?” Katsuki whispers.And another kiss.“Miss what?”“Fighting?”A pause, then a brush of lips against his own.“Why would I?”Katsuki brought up a hand to rest against Deku’s cheek. “No reason, nerd.”“You know.” Deku stole another kiss. “You’re actually way bigger of a nerd than me.”The blonde gasped. “Don’t lie, dick.”“You were third in class!”“And then I was second in class!”“Yeah, Iida was always a delinquent.” Deku snorted.A hand slips up, underneath the hoodie, resting on Katsuki’s ribcage. His own breath hitches, and he can’t help but be excited.“Iida, he’s on vacation, right?” Katsuki whispers.Deku nods. “Mhm. He’s ah, on his honeymoon.”“How will the world function without two extra heroes?”“Just for a few weeks.”Deku dives down and steals another kiss, sliding his other palm across the smooth expanse of the blonde’s stomach to slide the hoodie up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his fingers touch the edge of the lingerie.Deku’s brows furrow, and his eyes slide innocently up to Katsuki’s face.And maybe Katsuki can’t help the grin.“Kaaaaaaatsuuuuuuuki.” Deku drew the word out, shifting to straddle him and push the blonde’s hands over his head and hold them there, loosely. They both know that if he wanted up, he could, easy. But still, they rest for a moment.“Izuku?”Deku shoved the hoodie up until it pooled at Katsuki’s chin and left him feeling chilly and exposed again. Any stress or concern over the outfit is gone, because now he’s in his element, and ready. He’s got Deku wrapped around his little finger.Katsuki smirks, and Deku just drags his fingers over the puffy flesh around the dark straps.“So, when did you decide to do this?” Deku sounds breathless.“Like, decide to do it today, or in general?”Deku leans down and bites Katsuki’s nipple gently, drawing a gasp and then a sigh.“Ah, was thinking bout it. You… wanted it.” The blonde catches his boyfriend’s face in his hands, holding his chin to look into his green, green eyes. “Don’t I always come through?”Deku grins. “Always.”He pauses.“Do you… Katsuki.”That’s when the blonde blinks. “What?”“Will you marry me?”“You’re asking me that, what, because of the lingerie?”Deku rolled his eyes and sat back a bit, letting Katsuki switch to resting on his elbows instead.“That’s not, that’s not why, Kacchan.”“Then why?”Deku reached down into his pocket and fished out a small box, face infinitely redder than should be humanly possible. “Because… well, I love you.”Katsuki’s heart pauses beating.“That’s what I think it is?”“Uh, I, yeah…” Deku bites his lip. “If you don’t want it though, I could return it, we don’t have to talk about it. I love you, and I don’t want this to be something we-”Katsuki cuts him off with a kiss.Deku kisses back, leaning into it.It’s nice. Beyond nice, honestly.There’s just soft movements of their lips for a moment, the box falling to rest on Katsuki’s lap and his hands moving to wind around Deku’s waist. The other boy was stockier, with full hips and a toned stomach, with nearly every part of his body marred by scars.It would be foolish to say that the scars were beautiful. Katsuki had heard that once, had heard former lovers of top 10 heroes waxing poetic about the beautiful scars, the way they looked. It was always about how they were beautiful, about how they were perfect, about seeing the secret, lovely side of the heroes.The truth was that this wasn’t the beautiful part.Maybe civilians couldn’t see it, but that wasn’t his problem. But come home, stumbling, at two in the morning, after no one’s seen you in three days? Or get sent to the hospital with the possibility you won’t come back out of it? Or get slammed through the window of your living room in full costume during an epic showdown?It wasn’t beautiful. Coming home was the ugly part. That was hot tea and sipping soup through straws when their jaws hurt too bad to chew, heating pads and long baths and ice packs. Being on the field, with the exhilarating feeling of wind in your hair and villains under your fists, the taste of justice gritted behind your teeth, that was the good part. The pretty part. Even the bruises and grime was beautiful, because nothing could compare to the eternal feeling of slamming some idiot across the known universe from Kyoto tower.But he’s dragged back into the kiss, mad at himself for letting his mind wander.Deku pulls back with a soft ‘pop’ noise and smiles at him. “Wanna see it?”“Are you sure you want me wearing it while we fuck?”“Yeah, yeah I do.” His green hair seems to blur with how hard he’s nodding.Katsuki can’t help but snicker. Deku opens the little box and helps him slip it on his left hand, over the scarred knuckle, and then they stare at it for a second.It’s a slender thing, not too obvious. It’s a little knot of gold, the center bunched up but not obviously. There’s no gems on it, they both know Katsuki would rather die than have a feminine ring. But it’s easy blending in with the golden skin, and it’s cold on his skin.“A knot?”“Tying you to me.”Katsuki rolled his eyes and grabs Deku’s shoulders, dragging him up onto the bed further. Then he shifts so he’s straddling the other boy, perhaps a bit roughly, but not in a bad way.Deku grins.Deku pulls his own sweatshirt off as Katsuki skims rough hands up the now bare chest, enjoying the muscles. He’d been right not to take a picture, the taller boy was clean and pristine.Katsuki wanted to wreck him.He bent down and latched his mouth onto Deku’s neck, sucking a big, obvious spot. Deku uses his own big hands to rub up Katsuki’s back and send chills down his spine.Katsuki nips particularly hard. Deku gasps, back arching.“I don’t feel like prepping you.” Katsuki leans in close and whispers.“So use me, then.”Deku’s eyes flutter shut.This was just the right feeling.Katsuki slips off and drops the boxers, waving a finger over Deku. “Lose the pants.” He doesn’t have to wait to see if Deku will listen to him, because he already knows how it’s going to go.He hears the shuffling of pants being dropped while he finds the lube.His own body is wet and ready, the excitement fluttering in his stomach as he’d been embracing his- fiancee, now, right? That packed a punch.“Deku?”“Hm?”“Small wedding, or a big one?”“Well… do we want the whole world in on it, or do we want to steal every top hero in Japan for a month straight?”Katsuki hummed. “Only a month?”“I think some of them will have weak stomachs.”“We are intense.”“And I wouldn’t have it, ah, any other way, Kacchan.”Kacchan. Perfect. That made him shiver, but he turned on his heel, the bottle in hand, the top already flipped up.Deku already had his boxers pulled haphazardly down, his cock in hand. It was hard and standing at attention, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like it’s owner.The owner’s eyes fall to the lower half of Katsuki’s lingerie, and his eyebrows go into his hairline. “Whoa.”It was just as strappy as the top, with two straps on either side funneling into one… But neither actually did anything to cover up. There’s blonde tufts of hair on display, and he’s sure if he wore it for longer than an hour or two it would start pinching. His entire crotch and ass is on display, more so than even the jockstraps Deku had teasingly gotten him (and that he’d teasingly worn).“Ready to get fucked, babe?” Katsuki’s eyebrows rise.“I don’t know, babe.” Deku scooted back until he was at the head of the bed, plenty of pillows and a lovely headboard (that they’d scoured the damn prefecture for until they found the perfect one) to rest on, leaned back a bit, and braced himself. “Are you ready?”Katsuki crawls onto the bed and squeezes some of the lube onto his hand, settling between Deku’s legs. And then his hand wrapped around the other man's cock. He's quick and possibly a bit jerky with his movements, but as soon as it's satisfactorily coated in lube he moves forward to straddle Deku’s hips and sink down.He's sure it's a sight, the cock slowly disappearing into him, the dark lines of the lingerie drawing the eye back down, down, down. That's all he can think as his fiance finds it impossible to tear his eyes away, even for a second.What a power trip. He's starving for it.Katsuki leans down and, as he gets to a comfortable point where their chests are rubbing against each other and the cock is mostly inside, he kisses Deku again.There's more teeth and lips and spit, his head spinning and focusing too hard on all the physical components of it. Maybe it's the dick, making him too dumb to kiss well in the moment. He swallows a moan and pulls back, nipping Deku’s bottom lip.And then the fun part.Riding is one of the best positions, when it comes to sex. It gives him all of the control, let's him tease and get himself off, and it let's him look down at his fiance, something which height had prevented for years now.He'd been so mad at that particular growth spurt.Deku is looking up at him lovingly, shit. Too in his head. He rolls his hips, sending a wave of pleasure through them both at the wet, slippery near-friction.That's better. Katsuki rocks his hips down a few times, grinding in. He spreads his legs a bit and lowers himself, bottoming out.Still, with those adoring, loving green eyes. The air was cold around him, and Katsuki ached to cover up. But instead he slowly sat back up, clenching around the angle shift and the accompanying jerk of the cock inside him.“Stop staring, idiot.” Katsuki gives in, finding a pillow to throw into the darker haired man's face. “It’s just fucking.”A pair of arms loop around his waist and tug him down again, rocking into him and making him yelp. “But this is the first time we're fucking while engaged! I don't want to forget any part of you.”“Then focus on the fucking me part…” Katsuki stage-whispered. To prove the point, there's another heavy roll of hips into his.They lapse back into a heavy, comfortable silence for a while. Katsuki focuses on rocking and rolling his hips more than bouncing up and down, propping himself up a bit on Deku's chest as his fiance doesn't let him sit up properly. It's nice, the constant pressure against him and being held, but it gets old just as quickly. He kisses Deku's cheek and sits up.Back in a better angle, it's easy to control the movements without feeling like he was just awkwardly humping and grinding down. Humping and grinding had a place, and he wasn't in the mood for them.His fingers trace down Deku's chest, catching on each thick white scar. He lifts himself up a bit and starts to bounce himself properly.Deku let's out this soft, choked groan.“Problem, nerd?” Katsuki raises an eyebrow, grinding down again.“It's just- that kacchan is such a tease.” Deku grins as he hooks a finger under the strappy side of the underwear and pills it, letting it snap against the sensitive skin.Katsuki gasps sharply and slaps his pec. Deku just laughs and pulls him down for another long kiss. It's easier to let Deku lap into his mouth tenderly, let him control the pace, let him lead.Until Katsuki bites his lip and rises again, splaying his left hand over Deku's chest to keep him down.The gold knot catches the light.“Tying me to you, huh?”Deku glanced at him, lips parted. “What's that, kacchan?”“Did you already forget?”Deku catches his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the ring. “No,” he smiles. “I just wanted to know what you were thinking.”Katsuki starts to roll and rock his hips again, mad at himself for having gotten distracted. “I- was thinking that you're a possessive little bastard.”Deku just laughs at him, resting one hand on Katsuki's ribs. “I can't help it, I always, ah, wanted to have you, kacchan.”“And you chased me down until I took you seriously.” Katsuki took Deku's hand off of him, pulling the fingers up to his mouth.And bit Deku's ring finger.Deku's pupils were blown wide, breath catching.“Of course. I'll always be right behind you, kacchan.”Katsuki's heart ached. He sucked on the finger now, starting to roll his hips at a more even pace.“I love you so much, kacchan. I, hah, always have.” Deku let's his head lay back, just letting Katsuki do what he needed to. “I always knew I wanted to- to be yours. And for you to want me back.”“Well,” Katsuki swallowed. “You won.”Deku reaches his other hand up to hook in the hoodie still around Katsuki's shoulders, to yank him down.“I know. But you didn't lose, kacchan.”