Eating Out [Bakugatsu Day 7]

It took Izuku the better part of an hour just to get himself ready. It wasn't their first date – far from it, in fact. They'd gone at least one a week for the past year, but he still found himself stressing every time, staring at himself in the mirror and cursing every freckle on his cheeks, every hair on his head, every wrinkle around his eyes from squinting too much when he smiled.

Katsuki always made it better, of course. Always told him how good he looked, always praised the nice shirts that had, admittedly, been gifts from Katsuki and his family in the first place.

With his hair combed into some semblance of tame, and his shirt tucked into a pair of nice, new jeans, Izuku grabbed his things and headed for the stairwell. Katsuki would be waiting by now. He was a stickler for timing: if he said seven, and you were on his doorstep at seven-oh-one, you were gonna hear about it for days. When Izuku arrived, though, there were no complaints about the time, there was no gorgeous blond tapping his foot in the doorway, the room was silent.

“Kacchan?”

“It's open.”

He pushed open the door to find Katsuki sitting on his bed, leaning back against the pillows, and...

Dressed only in his boxers.

“You're not dressed?” Izuku asked dumbly. “Is everything okay? Are you sick? Did I get the wrong day?”

“Haah?”

“I thought you wanted to eat out tonight!”

The room fell silent, the weight of the words taking a moment to hit Izuku, his face blushing bright red when he finally understood. A little smirk crept across Katsuki's lips, and Izuku hid his face in his hands, whining quietly to himself.

“I'm mortified,” he complained, eyes watering. “Kacchaaaan!”

“Is that a no?” he smirked, slowly heaving himself up off the bed. “You look good, I appreciate the effort.”

“Shut upppp.”

Katsuki pried his hand away in favour of reaching his lips, still smirking to himself as he dropped insistent kisses on Izuku's pout.

“You won't even remember all of this soon,” Katsuki promised, slowly unfastening the buttons on Izuku's scarlet shirt. “You look good in this colour, who picked this one?”

“You did, Kacchan,” he mumbled reluctantly.

“Yeah, thought so. Matches my eyes,” he grinned, leaning in to nip at Izuku's neck. “I like seeing you in my colours.”

“I know, Kacchan, I picked it for you.”

“Don't sound so defeated when you say that, asshole!”

Izuku finally conceded a smile, winding his arms around Katsuki's waist, and with a triumphant smirk Katsuki moved to kiss him again. This time Izuku returned it, eyes falling closed to appreciate the touch – surprisingly gentle, while still demanding – letting the shirt slide over his shoulders and fall to the floor.

“Need you good and comfy,” Katsuki murmured in his ear, as he reached for Izuku's fly. “Relax for me, Deku.”

He led the way back to his bed, gently pressing Izuku into the mattress with one hand as he peeled the dark jeans off with the other. Izuku hummed faintly when the lips trailed down his neck and chest, and Katsuki continued his path lower, gently pulling away the clean, black boxer shorts.

He appreciated the lack of All Might undies for their date, he had to admit.

“Relax,” he said again, caressing thick thighs as he nudged them apart, ducking his head down lower. “Relax, baby.”

Izuku reached for him, stroking at the soft hair that settled between his legs, and Katsuki smirked again from down below, tilting his head slightly to look up.

“Okay?”

Izuku nodded.

“Okay. Just lay there and relax, then.”

He squirmed when Katsuki lapped at his tight hole, praying to god that he was still clean down there – okay, sure, he'd had a shower before he left his room, and sure he'd suspected they might have some fun after their date so he'd scrubbed extra well down there, but that didn't stop him wondering. How hard would it be to miss a spot, after all?

“Oi,” Katsuki growled, nudging at Izuku's crotch with his nose. “I said relax. What are you stressing about, nerd?”

“U-Uh, n-nothing, Kacchan!”

“Don't fuckin' lie to me when my face is in your ass.”

Izuku giggled nervously, pausing before he stroked Katsuki's hair again lightly. It was oddly comforting, like petting a cat.

“You're so pretty, Kacchan.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki huffed, pinching his thigh. “Let me do this, okay? I promise I won't complain even if you taste bad.”

“Kacchan! No! Stop if I taste bad!”

Katsuki huffed out another laugh, licking at Izuku again and waiting for him to stop squirming.

“I'm sorry!” he bleated, before Katsuki could say a word. “It just feels weird!”

Katsuki wrapped a stubborn hand around Izuku's cock, pumping him just fast enough to shut him up before he leaned in again. Distracted by the motion, Izuku didn't laugh or complain, and Katsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nnngh, Kacchan,” he moaned, bucking into Katsuki's grip. “More, Kacchan.”

He continued at the same relentless pace as if he hadn't even heard the words, but this time he thrust the tip of his tongue inside of Izuku, feeling strong thighs clamp down on him with a soft moan. 

Problem solved.

Izuku didn't even seem to notice when Katsuki began to slow his hand, eventually taking it away entirely, focussing on thrusting his tongue in and out, making Izuku gasp under his touch, back arching as Katsuki licked him long and hard.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan!” he cried, clutching tighter at blond strands. “God, Kacchan!”

He felt a familiar shudder pass through Izuku's body, stunned when he felt the fluid hit him on the back, and pulled away to look up.

“You just fuckin' came,” he accused, wiping a strip of it from Izuku's crotch with his thumb. “I wasn't even touching you!”

“It felt good, Kacchan!” Izuku pouted, breathing heavily. “Do it again for me.”

“Alright,” Katsuki shrugged, bending down again.

“Nonono!” Izuku halted him, eyes wild. “Not now Kacchan! Are you trying to kill me?!”

“You asked, dickwad.”

“I meant next time! In the future! Not now!”

“Fine. Idiot.” 

Izuku reached for a handy towel to clean off Katsuki's back, smiling when Katsuki huffed at him, and quickly ducking when the sparking hand took a swipe at his face.

“You got it in my hair, you useless Deku!”

“Sorry Kacchan,” he grinned, doing his best to clean it out with the towel. “I'll make it up to you.”

“How are you gonna do that, huh?”

Izuku smiled, reaching for Katsuki's boxers, and Katsuki's face finally softened a little as he tossed them aside eagerly.

“Fine, nerd, make it up to me,” he smirked. “Maybe next time you won't think we're going to a stupid restaurant.”