Eyes on me, Deku. [Bakugatsu Day 5]

Izuku yawned as he returned from the bathroom, a towel knotted loosely around his waist. It had been an incredibly long week, he was ready to curl up in bed with a good book and doze off by the end of the chapter. 

What he hadn't counted on was Katsuki having plans of his own.

He sat in his boxers on the edge of the bed, leaning back against his hands, biceps popping in a downright criminal way. When Izuku froze, he lifted one hand, beckoning.

“Welcome home, Izuku,” he smirked. “You worked so hard today.”

“If you're horny, just say so,” Izuku smiled softly, taking a few steps closer. “You know I don't need all the attempted subtlety.”

Katsuki reached down the side of the bed, presenting a little bouquet of red and orange flowers, and Izuku found himself torn.

“I know I didn't miss a birthday or anniversary,” he began, tentatively accepting the pretty arrangement. “But they're our colours, so you did this on purpose.”

“My colours,” Katsuki objected. “The green is just along for the ride.”

“Did you break one of my figurines?”

“I didn't break shit.”

“Then you want something from me.”

Katsuki paused, and Izuku sighed at him fondly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I love them, Kacchan, they're super pretty. I love you.”

“Come sit with me.”

He pointed to a vase on the bedside table, already prepared with water for the flowers, and Izuku couldn't help but giggle. Katsuki was always one step ahead, always ready for him. It was oddly endearing.

With the flowers safely aside, Izuku straddled Katsuki's lap, towel riding up over his thighs He tugged at it but Katsuki batted his hand away, smirking as he tore the towel off entirely and cast it aside. Izuku's smile wavered when Katsuki leaned in for a kiss, hands caressing his back, but still he returned the touch with all the enthusiasm he could muster.

“Talk to me, Bunny,” Katsuki said softly, running a hand through damp curls. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

“N-Nothing.”

“Talk to me,” he repeated, kissing along Izuku's jaw tenderly. “Whatever it is, no matter what, I want to hear it.”

“Embarrassed,” he mumbled, shrinking into himself. “Exposed.”

“Uh-huh, and so perfect for it,” Katsuki smirked as he trailed his lips down a long neck. “You look so good exposed for me.”

“B-But... I'm...”

“What, Bunny?”

“Kacchan is so flawless and gorgeous,” he explained, getting a little snort in return. “I'm all... broken.”

“You're not,” Katsuki argued, lips lingering on the mottled scar marking Izuku's shoulder. “You're perfect, Deku. Every bit of you.”

“I'm not.”

“You are and I'm gonna show you.”

He dragged Izuku onto the bed, pinning him to the mattress, and showered him with tender kisses.

“Your shoulders are so broad,” he murmured, as he explored freckled skin and old scars with his lips. “Your chest is so tight.”

“K-Kacchan...”

“Your arms are so strong, you could crush me in a heartbeat, and that's hot.”

His lips continued their path, over long, thin marks from slashing blades; burns left behind by painful quirks; newer cuts and slashes, still red and inflamed. Izuku squirmed a little, but Katsuki continued with a little smile.

“Perfect abs,” he murmured, licking at them greedily. “So, so good.”

“Kacchaaaaan.”

“Perfect.” He repeated, squeezing tightly at Izuku's hips before his hands fell lower. “And these thighs, Deku! God damn. Look at these thick fuckin' thighs, wanna feel them wrapped around my neck while I eat you out so good you cry.”

“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku whined, eyes squeezed tight.

“You okay, Bunny?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I'm tired of seeing you frown at yourself in the mirror and hide in baggy hoodies. You're perfect, Deku. I'm not even ashamed to say it because I fuckin' love you. I have never seen another man half as sexy as you.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.”

He finally brought his head lower, licking playfully at Izuku's tip, smirking when the shuddering moan escaped him. He curled his hand around the shaft, leaning lower still, and licked at the tight hole he was so eager to fill. 

Izuku whined, long and low, fingers tangling in blond hair desperately.

“Kacchan,” he choked out. “Lights.”

“Nope,” Katsuki smirked, peeking up at his boyfriend from between the thighs he so loved. “Eyes on me, Deku.”

“B-But-”

“You don't want to see me?”

“I do,” he objected. “Just not...”

“I told you, Deku, you're perfect. I want to see every single inch of you as I tear you apart. Can you do that for me?”

“K-Kacchan...”

“For me,” he repeated, cupping his hand around around the shaky grip on his hair. “I love you, Izuku.”

“I love you, Kacchan.”

“Don't take your eyes off me, okay? I want you to watch me, like you always have.”

Izuku started to object, biting down on his lip when Katsuki licked at his hole again, and finally conceded a nod.

“I've always been watching you.”

“Uh-huh. Don't stop now, when I want it so bad.”

“I'm watching, Kacchan.”

He propped his head up on the pillow, catching a tiny smirk before Katsuki's face ducked again, the tip of his tongue toying at Izuku's entrance. His hand still toyed leisurely with Izuku's shaft, stroking long and slow, and he moaned loudly as he continued, making Izuku gasp above him. 

“Kacchan looks s-so g-good,” he choked out, loosening his grip to pet Katsuki's hair instead. “Keep going, Kacchan.”

“Good boy,” Katsuki purred, thrusting his tongue a little deeper as a reward.

“Ah! Kacchan!”

“Gonna fuck that dumb nickname out of you with my tongue, Bunny,” Katsuki teased, using his free hand to spread Izuku's cheeks wider.

“Please.”

“Aww, so polite,” Katsuki laughed, stroking a little faster at his cock. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He set to work with vigour, thrusting his tongue in deep and relishing the gasps and moans it brought out, his hand twisting and tugging lightly at a swollen head. Izuku panted above him, but when his back arched and his hips bucked, Katsuki halted him with a hand around the base of his cock, holding firm.

“Not yet, Bunny,” he teased, reaching for a handy cloth to wipe saliva from his mouth. “Gonna fuck you for real while you watch me.”

Izuku groaned, and Katsuki leaned over him, pressing a warm hand to his sweaty cheek.

“Eyes open, Deku. Don't take them off me, remember?”

He nodded faintly, prying them open on Katsuki's conceited smirk and immediately letting loose another moan. 

“Aww, am I that handsome?” he teased, nipping at Izuku's neck. “Just seeing my face makes you wanna cum?”

Izuku nodded, feeling Katsuki snicker into his neck before he pulled away again. Thick thighs were positioned on strong shoulders, pressing him into the mattress just right as Katsuki stripped off his boxers and positioned himself. 

“Ready, Bunny?”

“Always, Kacchan.”

“Good answer.”

He lubed up and began pressing himself inside, holding tight to Izuku's thigh with one hand while the other guided his way. Izuku's moan didn't stop until Katsuki was all the way inside, replaced with needy whines and writhing hips, searching for friction. 

“Where you looking, nerd?”

“At you, Kacchan!” he insisted, cracking his eyes open, clenching his jaw with the effort it took to keep his head up. 

“Use the pillow, dumbass.”

With his dick still sheathed in Izuku's ass, he leaned in, taking the pillows Izuku had quickly squirmed off of, repositioning them to cradle Izuku just right. For a brief moment Katsuki wondered if he was coddling the damn princess, but when Izuku's lips curled into a tired little smile, he gave up caring.

“Can I fuckin' rail you now?”

“Yeah!”

Katsuki couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm, shifting his hips a little to test the waters, feeling Izuku meet his thrusts demandingly. With another little snort he moved faster, leaning closer and pushing Izuku's legs back toward his chest, giving him more space to snap his hips in hard, pull back achingly slowly, then hit him again. Over and over he repeated the process, watching Izuku squirm, feeling him gasp and whine as he tossed his head from side to side.

“I'm looking!” he insisted, when Katsuki opened his mouth. “More, Katsuki, please!”

“There it is.” 

Katsuki grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead before he quickly brought them to a more merciful pace, hand wrapping around Izuku's cock again to stroke him in time. He knew his nerd inside and out – literally. Knew the right spots to hit, knew the signs he was getting close, knew when to ease off and when to push harder. When Izuku came with a yell, spilling fluid all over Katsuki's hand, it only took two more thrusts for him to join the fun, filling Izuku's ass up with his semen. Something about seeing his boyfriend so full, seeing it all spill out of him, was oddly satisfying.

“Hold still,” he demanded, pulling out with a little wince, reaching for the towels. “Breathe, nerd.”

“Still watching, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, don't stop.”

He kissed a path up Izuku's thighs as he wiped the nerd down, tongue darting out to taste him, and Izuku whined again, reaching for him desperately. As soon as they were somewhat clean, Katsuki conceded, falling into the pillows and letting Izuku snuggle into his chest. His breath was warm against Katsuki's skin, but slightly stuttery, and he rolled his eyes as he ran a hand down his boyfriend's spine.

“I like seeing you,” Katsuki said quietly, resting his chin on messy green locks. “Every part of you. Just humor me sometimes, okay?”

“Any time you want, Kacchan.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Izuku nodded, sighing fondly into Katsuki's chest. “I'll watch you, too. Any time.”

“Damn right you will, nerd,” Katsuki smirked, kissing the top of his head lightly. “Never take your eyes off me.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.”