Sweetheart - Part 5

SFW-ish?? Like, there's no sex, but there's nudity and penises

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When Katsuki arrived home, he almost missed the familiar face waiting for him in the lobby. He was leaning against the reception counter, chatting with the lady working the front desk, and Katsuki only glanced over because he heard her laugh. In over a year he'd been living there, he'd never heard the lady laugh – she was far too polite and formal for that.

“Deku?” he asked, falling still when he saw the green curls.

“Kacchan! You're home!”

He was forced to catch the nerd in his arms, with the way he threw himself at him. His arms wound around Katsuki's neck, and when Katsuki grabbed him tight, his feet dangled inches from the floor, his sweet smile resting on Katsuki's cheek.

“I missed you!” he declared, shameless despite the other people in the lobby watching on with curiosity. “You're home late!”

“You booked the damn appointment, you should have known. I didn't know you were coming.”

“Wanted to surprise you,” he grinned. “Okay, show me your apartment!”

“Y-Yeah, okay.”

He led the way up the stairs to the second floor, jamming his key in the lock and wiggling it until it worked. The apartment was clean, at least: only his dishes from breakfast remained in the sink, beside his annoyingly non-functional oven. Dumb thing still hadn't been fixed even after a week of calling maintanence.

“It's so small,” Deku marvelled, lacing their fingers together as he looked around. “Is this it?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki huffed. “It's just me, I don't need a ton of space.”

“Mmm... I think you'll like it, though,” Deku mused. “How much of this stuff belongs to you? Do you have a box somewhere that we can use?”

“The hell are you on about?”

“Moving, silly.”

Katsuki blinked at him, waiting for more, but Deku was busy digging through his bag. He finally produced a little Deku-brand keychain, putting it in Katsuki's palm and closing his fingers around it firmly.

“Do you want a bath before we pack? Or we could have one at the new place, it has a much nicer bathroom! Just wait until you see the bathtub!”

“Are you serious?”

“About which part? You don't have to bathe with me if you don't want to. But if you do I'll, uh, let's see...”

“Don't you dare start bribing me again.”

“But I like spoiling you,” Deku pouted. “I'll take you out for dinner! You look so nice, all pretty and pampered, it would be such a waste to not show it off to the world!”

“Don't say that shit,” Katsuki blushed. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because it's fun seeing you blush!” Deku teased, standing on tiptoe to kiss a warm cheek.

“Jerk.”

Deku just grinned at him, reaching up to run a hand through his freshly-trimmed hair, completely unabashed as he met Katsuki's eyes with that blinding smile.

“Let's pack, Kacchan,” he said, softer this time. “I want to show you your new apartment!”

“Whatever, nerd.”

Deku blabbered on about nonsense as they packed, Katsuki handing over items and Deku packing them neatly into a few boxes he'd found lying around. He had surprisingly few belongings, so soon his apartment was completely unpersonalised, just the clothes in his closet left to be folded and bagged.

“I'll go put these in the car,” Deku kissed Katsuki's cheek again, pleased when he didn't pull away. “You can do your clothes.”

“Y-Yeah.”

He watched Deku go for a moment, arms loaded with the boxes, getting a last little smile from the doorway before he stepped into the hall. How the hell had he ended up under the damn nerd's thumb? And why was he okay with it?

Despite his inner turmoil, he soon found himself in a clean, new apartment building, only a few stories tall rather than the high-rise he'd spent the past year in, standing in the elevator with all his boxes and bags.

The elevator went right to the top, and Katsuki snorted. The nerd really had found him a penthouse, typical.

“It's not the fanciest apartment in the world,” Deku apologised. “But it is a penthouse, and it's close to work, and it looks really nice!”

“If the shit doesn't break down every ten minutes, I'll be satisfied.”

“It won't! And if it does break down, they'll fix it super fast! I made sure of it before I bought the place.”

“Bought?”

Deku froze, silenced for the first time, and when Katsuki raised an eyebrow at him he smiled sheepishly.

“All the rental places were awful!” he whined. “I saw this one and I thought it was super nice, so I just got it! If you don't like it, or you want to move, or anything, I can just sell it again, it's no big deal!”

“I swear to God, nerd, you-”

“It wasn't expensive!” Deku cut him off quickly. “Much cheaper than mine!”

“You have one? Thought you just lived in hotels and shit.”

“I have one in Tokyo! It's not a penthouse though,” he teased. “Just somewhere to keep all my stuff and to come back to when I'm working at home!”

“It's in Tokyo,” Katsuki protested. “Of course it was more expensive!”

“That's not the point, Kacchan!” Deku laughed, conveniently escaping as the elevator doors slid open. “Come look!”

The elevator opened into what looked like a private lobby – a few comfy looking chairs lining one wall, a plant in one corner that he was pretty sure was fake, and a shining wooden door with a small keyhole. He reached into his pocket for the bright green keychain, fumbling it into the slot, and Deku just watched and smiled as Katsuki stepped inside, kicking off his shoes and, frankly, marvelling.

Even just the entrance was gorgeous – shining white cabinets under a marbelled countertop, a matching feature wall above to break up the stark white. He set his boxes down on the counter, opening the first cabinet to put his shoes away, pulling a face when he found two pairs of expensive leather inside – one black, one brown. Deku giggled when Katsuki glared at him, shrugging it off innocently.

“I thought they would suit you nicely!”

“Damn nerd.”

It quickly became a common theme, as Katsuki explored. To his right was a beautiful, spacious kitchen, with brand-new applicances and a built-in pantry. When he pulled open the door he found it stocked with all the staples, the huge cupboard nearly filled already.

“I thought you might be tired!” Deku explained, “I didn't think you'd want to go shopping tonight!”

Sure enough, the massive fridge was full too, with only the freshest fruits and vegetables, organic eggs and milk, grass-fed beef and freshly caught fish.

“It's just food!” Deku objected, when Katsuki pinched his chubby cheeks roughly. “You need good food!”

“I'm making you dinner,” Katsuki insisted, blushing. “Screw going out, you've already spent a fortune on all this stuff.”

“Kacchan is gonna cook for me?” Deku lit up. “Okay! But you still gotta dress up nice for me. Compromise!”

“Fine, dork.”

“But first let's unpack!”

Across the kitchen bench was a pretty dining room table and six soft chairs, ready and waiting for some kind of entertainment he'd probably never deliver on. Maybe the idiot squad, next time they decided to crash his apartment, he supposed.

On the other side, left of the entrance, windows wrapped around the corner of the apartment, giving him a view out over the little city where he'd found himself living. A glass table was in the middle, with two soft couches around it, both littered with ruby-red cushions of shiny silk.

“It's pretty,” Katsuki admitted, when Deku looked at him expectantly. “Um, thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me,” Deku giggled. “You more than earned it!”

Katsuki blushed again, thinking back to the fateful video, the green toy stuffed in one of his boxes nearby.

“Come look at the bathroom,” Deku grinned, dragging Katsuki down a short hallway. “Look at this bath!”

It was deep and round, seated in a little stone platform with stairs leading up to it. Six little jets rounded the sides, ready to blast his muscles after a long day, and Deku giggled as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki from behind.

“Isn't it pretty?” he whispered. “I love it.”

“It's perfect.”

Deku beamed at him, and Katsuki huffed, ruffling the nerds hair lightly.

“You can have a bath with me,” he conceded. “After dinner.”

“Really?! You're the best!”

They returned to their tour, exploring the spacious balcony, the spare bedroom decked out with plain but comfortable furniture, and finally the master room, with a walk-in wardrobe already sporting a few new suits and shirts and Deku-hoodies, much to Katsuki's chagrin. Deku just grinned when he tried to complain, flipping through hangers to show off his favourite purchases, praising even the idea of Katsuki wearing his merch.

“Alright, I'm hungry,” Katsuki told him, planting a kiss on Deku's hair and watching him light up. “I'm gonna cook. You can talk to me from the table.”

“Okay!”

He sat himself down happily, watching from across the room as Katsuki pulled on the new green apron and got to work.

“You gotta stop buying me stuff,” Katsuki grumbled, as he dug through the fridge. “You're already saving me rent money, no more groceries.”

“But it makes me happy, Kacchan!”

“I earn a paycheck too.”

“Spend it on things you want! Hobbies and trips! Go on holiday and go hiking lots!”

“What, you're not gonna take me on vacation?” Katsuki snorted. “What kind of Sugar Daddy are you?”

Deku's stomach flipped at the words, eyes widening as he stared st the teasing little smirk.

“I will,” he answered, catching the eye roll as Katsuki returned to cooking. “If you'll go with me.”

“It was a joke, nerd.”

“I know. But I will.”

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Katsuki felt like an idiot when Deku dragged him into his lap. He was twice the nerd's size, and here he was being treated like the cute one in the relationship. But Deku just smiled into his back, hugging him close as the bathtub jets bubbled around them.

“So comfy,” Deku hummed, eyes sinking closed. “So happy. Is Kacchan happy too?”

“Yeah.”

“Dinner was so good. Everything is so good.”

“Idiot,” Katsuki huffed. “Shut up.”

“I mean it. I wish I could just be with you every day.”

“You could,” Katsuki grumbled, tilting his head when Deku leaned in to kiss his neck, giving him more room to play. “You own the place.”

“Mm, but it's far away from work,” he lamented, kissing a trail down Katsuki's neck and shoulder. “I'm gonna come visit you lots, though. Will you cook for me again?”

“Yeah.”

“And take a bath with me again?”

“If you want.”

“What do you want?”

“I have everything I could need,” Katsuki snorted. “You made sure of that.”

“Is that why you're letting me do this?” he asked softly, tensing up as he braced himself for the answer. “Why you're letting me cuddle you?”

Katsuki shook his head faintly, and for a moment Deku's heart pounded extra hard.

“You always spoil me,” he muttered, reaching down to pinch Deku's thigh beneath him. “Not just with gifts.”

“Hmm?” Deku smiled faintly. “Is that bad?”

“No.”

“You like it when I spoil you? Even if I spend lots of money?”

“Shut up.”

“Tell me, Kacchan.”

“No.”

“Come onnnn.”

“I already said thank you.”

“That's not what I meant.”

Katsuki was surprised to feel how easily Deku lifted him up in the water, turning him until their eyes met, his legs straddling Deku's lap. He blushed a little when Deku's eyes raked down his body, refusing to look at the little smirk as his hands stroked up and down Katsuki's thighs.

“Do you feel guilty?”

“No,” Katsuki answered right away. “It's not like I had to convince you to get me this shit.”

“Good.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Deku blinked at him, convinced he must have misheard.

“You w-want to?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Wanna try it.”

“Y-Yeah, of course you can Kacchan.”

Katsuki leaned in, hesitating a little, his breath warm where it met Deku's cheek. He brought their lips together lightly, his touch tender, and Deku melted into him.

“I can die happy,” he murmured, grinning when Katsuki snorted at him. “Again, Kacchan?”

“Mm-hm.”

Deku let himself indulge, tangling his fingers in Katsuki's hair and pulling him close, swallowing the little gasps Katsuki lost into his lips. He could feel himself getting hard already, and when Katsuki's lips curled into a smirk, Deku knew he must have felt it too.

“You can share my bed, if you want,” Katsuki offered quietly. “I hear it's really soft.”

“Mm, I heard that too,” Deku smiled. “Gotta be perfect for the little pillow princess and his sore back.”

“Don't make me take back my offer.”

Deku bit down on his neck lightly, sucking at the spot until a red bloom sprouted, and kissing it when Katsuki moaned. He couldn't help but smile, trailing his lips and tongue and teeth down Katsuki's chest. His breath caught when Deku licked at a hard little nipple, and with a smirk, he looked up.

“Ready for bed, baby?”

Katsuki nodded.

Deku drained the bath, reaching for a brand-new towel, extra soft and fluffy, and bundling Katsuki up in it with a smile. Red eyes watched his every move as he dried himself, widening when Deku smiled back at him again.

“You need me to dry you?”

He shook his head stubbornly, fumbling with the towel as he began to wipe away the water, rubbing at his hair roughly while Deku giggled at him.

“Be gentle, Kacchan! You don't want to get bald spots.”

He hung his own towel on the rail, reaching for Katsuki's and taking over, much more gentle with his touch than Katsuki ever was to himself.

“You're so handsome,” Deku fawned, fingertips brushing lightly over a pink cheek. “You could be the best trophy husband, if you weren't such a talented hero in your own right.”

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh, be nice, Kacchan. Don't ruin your pretty lips with all those bad words.”

Katsuki growled, but Deku kissed him again before he could retort, hands exploring the expansive muscles of his back. He felt like an idiot, letting Deku have his way – the nerd was so tiny, after all. Katsuki could almost fit his hands around the little waist, if he tried hard enough. But here he was, taking charge, so stupidly confident compared to what Katsuki grew up with.

“Look at these pretty hands,” Deku hummed, bringing one to his lips. “So soft and so strong, so clean but so manly.”

It was one of the weirdest parts of Deku's spa purchases, Katsuki had always thought, but the nerd always seemed so happy seeing the results of his manicures.

“You have to take care of your hands,” he always insisted. “They're your best tool!”

And now here he stood, kissing every knuckle and stroking his palms, ignoring Katsuki's gritted teeth and the eyes that refused to look at him.

“Shall we go try out your new bed?” Deku asked with a smile. “Maybe you could even let me watch the live show, this time?”

“You wanna watch me jerk it?” he snorted, following obediently when Deku led the way down the hall. “Figured you were gonna stick it in me yourself this time.”

“I get to hold the dildo?”

“I meant yours you stupid fuck,” Katsuki blushed. “You keep spouting shit about making me full.”

“C-Can I?” Deku bleated, his confidence wavering. “You... You would do that?”

“Why the fuck do you think I invited you to bed?!” he fumed, the red flush spreading right down his chest. “What'd you think it was, a fuckin' slumber party?”

“I like slumber parties.”

“Fine, then just tell me you don't want to fuck, instead of getting all weird about it.”

“But I do! I just didn't think Kacchan wanted it.” Deku pouted, looking up with eyes like a lost puppy. “I wanna fuck Kacchan more than anything.”

“Oi, I didn't say you could be on top.”

“I'm definitely on top,” Deku grinned, his confidence returning quickly. “Kacchan can be his sweet little needy self and I'll take good care of him!”

“I am not needy.”

“I've seen you, Kacchan. We both know you like being told what to do.”

“Haaah?!”

Despite his immediate argument, he couldn't help but remember that same sweet voice turning so deep over the phone, telling him exactly where to touch himself, reminding him to behave.

“I told you so,” Deku smirked, taking a pointed glance at Katsuki's rock-hard erection. “I promise I'll call you a good boy and everything.”

Katsuki's breath hitched, and Deku's smile turned smug. Neither of the men was an idiot, they both knew Deku was going to get his way.

“Come on, baby,” Deku cooed, gently nudging him onto the bed. “Get comfy for me so we can play.”

Part 6!