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Keigo trails hot kisses up and down Izuku’s neck, caging his boyfriend in against the wall using his body. The month he’s had to wait to see his boyfriend again has dragged like a motherfucker, and now that they’re finally together again Keigo’s finding himself a little short on patience — especially since they were delayed getting back to Izuku’s apartment complex by the practically rabid American media clamouring for pictures and quotes outside the airport.
Now, though, they’re inside an apartment complex that’s specifically for heroes — something only possible due to the national habit of putting anyone who does the job on a pedestal — where no photographer is going to yell for a new angle and no reporter is going to demand an exclusive on their relationship.
Finally alone.
“Kei– Keigo,” Izuku pants, “do you think you could wait an extra ten seconds for me to unlock my front door so we’re not doing this in a hallway?”
Alright, alone unless one of Izuku’s neighbours happens to stumble across them.
“Fine,” he grouses, pulling himself just far enough away that Izuku can slide towards the door and fit his key into the lock. “I’m a bit offended you aren’t desperate enough to do it in a hallway if I’m being honest.”
Izuku snorts and roughly shoves Keigo into his apartment. He’s seen it over video call but this is the first time seeing it in person. It’s a shame he doesn’t have the faculties to fully appreciate it because all his blood is in his dick, but his boyfriend can give him an official tour later. Right now all he wants is directions to the bedroom.
“Some of us have this little thing called self-control,” Izuku teases, though he’s already grabbing Keigo’s hand and pulling him through the living room, leaving Keigo’s luggage by the front door to be ignored as Keigo allows himself to be led around. “But just so as not to injure your fragile pride, I jerked off last night,” he adds off-handedly.
Keigo splutters out a laugh as he’s tugged into Izuku’s bedroom, the seaside colour palette something he’s intimately familiar with thanks to all their video calls, and then he’s being pushed by Izuku’s strong hands, falling backwards until the mattress behind him cushions his fall and the breath is pushed from his lungs.
Crawling on top of him, Izuku kisses and bites the underside of Keigo’s jaw as he runs his hands through blond strands that are shorter than they were while Izuku was in Japan. Hips rolling in a slow grind, Izuku languidly brings both of them to full hardness with his movements while Keigo savours the feel of Izuku’s perfectly firm ass being back in his grip. The desperation from the hallway has leaked away, leaving behind more of a mutual, simmering need.
“I’ve missed you,” his boyfriend mumbles against his cheek, pecking it lightly in between his words before moving over and biting Keigo’s earlobe. A sigh shudders out of Keigo’s lungs as he twists his head a little and mouths over Izuku’s throat, tongue flicking out to taste the hint of salt that lingers on his skin from working with seawater regularly. The groaning sound Izuku lets out makes Keigo’s toes curl in his shoes, reminding him that they’re still on his feet.
He awkwardly kicks them off without dislodging Izuku from his lap, and then he brings his feet up and plants them on the mattress so he can rock his hips up against Izuku’s better. The friction of his underwear combined with the sensation of Izuku’s erection pressing against his is beyond enticing and Keigo wants more.
The contrast of how velvet-soft Izuku’s skin is against the rock-solidity of his muscles is one of the best things Keigo’s ever felt in his life. He’s thought about it time and time again over the last month, hand fisting his cock, eyes rolling back in his head, and now the opportunity to feel it, right under his fingertips, is here again.
“Off,” he mutters, sounding just a touch bratty as he pulls the hem of Izuku’s t-shirt up as far as he can on his own. Luckily, Izuku doesn’t seem to mind and sits up, leaning back against Keigo’s propped-up knees for balance as he removes his shirt while Keigo does the same, shrugging out of his jacket first and then his t-shirt.
The second both their top halves are bare, Keigo’s hands become impatient, wrapping around Izuku’s toned biceps and yanking him back down so hard his boyfriend almost headbutts him, only their well-trained hero reflexes preventing a painful collision of Keigo’s nose and Izuku’s forehead.
Bringing their lips together, Keigo sighs happily. Izuku’s mouth is warm and soft and tastes like the blue raspberry lip balm Keigo knows he’s weirdly obsessed with, tangy but sweet. It’s perfect on Keigo’s tongue as he pushes it past Izuku’s lips and into the heat of his mouth, caressing and stroking.
There’s tension beneath Keigo’s skin, bubbling in a demand to be released like the untameable currents of the sea, but he knows the second he lets it out, the hints of tenderness in his touches will vanish and be replaced with harsh urgency. While he doesn’t think Izuku would mind that, might even welcome it, Keigo wants to keep the gentleness just a little while longer. He craves romance just as much as he craves lasciviousness after being apart from his boyfriend for so long.
Fingers stroke across his abdominals, up and down his sides and over his pectorals with a reverence that makes him feel fragile in the best possible way. Lips follow in reverse, starting along his clavicle and working their way down, down, down, until they reach the obstruction that is Keigo’s pants, but Izuku isn’t deterred.
Flattening his legs so that Izuku has more room to move around, Keigo breathes harshly as Izuku’s fingers deftly undo Keigo’s belt before tugging Keigo’s pants and underwear down his thighs, bunching around his knees when Izuku refuses to get off Keigo’s legs to remove them entirely, like he can’t bear for them to not be touching for even a second.
He kisses his way back up Keigo’s body, lips slick with spit as they press against the insides of Keigo’s thighs. Squirming, borderline writhing under the light, tender touches, Keigo’s breath runs ragged in his throat, coming out in hoarse gasps once Izuku’s mouth moves to the sensitive head of his cock, tongue lapping up the precome gathered there.
“Shit,” he hisses as Izuku’s tongue curls around him. “Shit, Izu, fuck.”
Izuku doesn’t reply except to hum cheekily as he wraps his lips around Keigo’s tip and begins to coat the length in saliva, the bob of his head easier with each repetition of the movement. The wet heat feels heavenly around Keigo as Izuku works him over and he sinks a hand into soft green curls to ground himself so that he doesn’t come too soon, toes curled so tightly they’re starting to cramp a little.
“Gorgeous,” he groans when Izuku hollows his cheeks and the suction becomes almost overwhelming, “gorgeous, you’ve gotta stop if you want us to get any further than this.”
With a wet pop, Izuku pulls his mouth off Keigo’s cock and heaves a heavy breath. “I should still be a bit stretched from last night,” he admits, rasping slightly from his previous activities as he stands up to shimmy his jeans and underwear off. While he does, Keigo kicks his own pants the rest of the way off, leaving them both bare to each other.
The mental imagery of his boyfriend masturbating, one hand around his cock while he sinks his fingers into himself, makes Keigo’s dick twitch interestedly. “Where’s the lube in here?” He asks. In lieu of answering, Izuku crawls up Keigo’s body to reach over him into one of his bedside tables and procures the squeeze bottle himself, slapping it into Keigo’s open palm.
Shuffling around to get into a position that should be more accommodating for them, Keigo sits against the headboard and keeps his legs stretched out before him, spreading them slightly. His cock rests against his stomach, hard and leaking, and it doesn’t take long for Izuku to position himself so that he’s straddling Keigo’s thighs, knees clenching Keigo’s hips with urgency.
After coating two fingers with lube, Keigo reaches behind Izuku into the gap between his own thighs and finds his boyfriend's hole, spreading the gel over it to relax Izuku’s muscles slightly before slowly sinking both in at once. Izuku’s right, he is still a little stretched from whatever he did on his own the night before, so it’s not long before Keigo’s thrusting in and out of him with ease.
“Ohh, oh shit, Kei,” Izuku moans loudly, head falling back and exposing the long line of his throat enticingly. “Fuck, there, right there, oh my God,” he continues, hips rocking slightly in time with the movements of Keigo’s hand, inadvertently causing their cocks to rub together and create a smeared mixture of precome on Keigo’s abdomen.
Keigo kisses Izuku’s chest, intermittently leaving small indents from his teeth when his excitement manages to run away with him and he can’t help but bite. His free hand clutches at Izuku’s hip, encouraging him to fuck back onto Keigo’s fingers. The crescent moons his nails create are stark white against Izuku’s tanned skin, fading into light pink once blood flow resumes normally in the area, and while Keigo wouldn’t call himself possessive necessarily, he certainly doesn’t mind leaving his mark behind as he worships his boyfriend the way he deserves.
“Think you’re ready,” he mumbles against Izuku’s firm pectoral. It’s not a question but he gets an answer anyway in the form of a guttural groan and a nod, so he extracts his fingers and stays still as Izuku shifts, pushing up to give Keigo space to grab his cock and line it up with Izuku’s stretched hole.
Sinking down onto Keigo’s waiting length, Izuku lets out a gasping moan that Keigo echoes. His boyfriend’s muscles are a velvety vice around his cock, the squeeze of Izuku’s thighs against his hips adding to the near-intoxicating pleasure coursing through Keigo’s body as he bottoms out inside Izuku.
They stay still, adjusting together as their chest heaves, and then in synchronicity, they burst into motion, mouths meeting in a harsh kiss as Izuku grinds down on Keigo’s dick. The urgency he’s been holding back since they reached Izuku’s apartment building surges to the forefront of his mind, pushing itself into all his touches and movements, desperately trying to convey to Izuku just how significant Keigo’s need for him is and has been during their separation.
Izuku’s abs ripple and contract as he begins to ride Keigo, thigh muscles flexing as he finds a rhythm that has them both letting out twin cries of ecstasy. Keigo’s hands explore, touching every inch of skin they can find, forearms and shoulders and wrists, hips and calves and obliques. Everywhere and anywhere, Keigo strokes and squeezes, recommitting the feel of his boyfriend’s body under his fingertips to memory, even closing his eyes in an attempt to heighten the sensation of everything despite how much he wants to watch Izuku’s beautiful green irises glaze over with lust and satisfaction as he fucks himself on Keigo’s cock expertly.
“Keigo,” Izuku whimpers. “Keigo, m’so close.” His thighs are quivering against Keigo’s hips, whether from holding his orgasm off or just from the sheer amount of pleasure he’s feeling Keigo doesn’t know. He just knows it fills him with a primal satisfaction that Izuku’s enjoying himself that much; the rest is irrelevant.
“Me too,” Keigo huffs, eyes still closed. Moving one hand from where it rests on Keigo’s shoulder for balance, Izuku teases Keigo’s nipple in gentle pinches and sends white-hot arousal spreading out from the area. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he hisses, back arching into the touch as his eyes fly open. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Izuku’s answering smirk can only be described as smug, though Keigo’s attention is mostly pulled to his boyfriend’s eyes. Just as he predicted, they’re glassy with unshed tears of euphoria, pupils larger than normal, too.
“Good,” Izuku rasps. “Come for me, Keigo.” He backs up the validity of his instruction by reducing the size of his bounces to more of a shallow but harsh grind, muscles clenching around Keigo’s cock as if demanding his orgasm. Keigo is nothing if not compliant when it comes to Izuku, so he rolls his hips in time with Izuku’s and feels his body stiffen as intense pleasure washes over him, electricity at the base of his spine.
Cock twitching harshly, Keigo comes with a deep groan, hips stilling as he spills inside Izuku. The temptation to let the pleasure make his mind float is there, but what he wants more is for Izuku to join him, so he pulls himself together just enough to wrap his fingers around Izuku’s thick, wet-tipped cock and stroke. It pulls a ragged whimper from Izuku’s kiss-swollen lips as he comes in spurts, white fluid dripping down Keigo’s grip as Izuku’s walls clamp around Keigo harder. He’s sensitive from the orgasm that’s only just tapering off and he can’t help the whine that slips out, the shudder that runs through him as he does the only thing he can and lets Izuku ride his own pleasure out before the clenching finally relents and Izuku slumps, dropping his forehead to rest on Keigo’s shoulder.
“Shit,” he breathes out in exhausted awe. Keigo huffs a laugh, nodding as he turns his face and buries it in the crook of Izuku’s neck.
“Same,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and hugging him close, not quite ready to let go of him just yet. Unfortunately, he’s got one hand covered in come while the other is tacky with lube, so Izuku makes an eugh noise at the feel of it against his skin — though he’s not bothered enough to pull away or shake Keigo’s touch off, so Keigo smiles in satisfaction and holds his boyfriend, adoring him as they come back down to Earth together.
Despite the extreme potential for jetlag, Keigo manages to fall asleep at night due to tiring himself out upon arrival, so when he wakes up for his first full day in Izuku’s home city of Santa Barbara, he’s surprisingly well-rested.
The room is dark thanks to blackout curtains in a soft teal colour, the only source of light a minor crack between the two towards the bottom where a shaft of sunlight makes a valiant effort to tell them it’s time to get out of bed. The time on Keigo’s phone reads as seven-thirty a.m. local time, so he’s in no hurry to comply with the sun's wishes, instead twisting around under the lightweight bed covers so he can curl himself around Izuku’s still-sleeping form.
He knows his boyfriend has taken the next two weeks off work other than being on-call for emergencies that he’s absolutely necessary for, so Keigo thinks a lie-in for both of them sounds just right. It’s been a long time since he’s taken any real time off work himself, and he knows that due to his rank and the usefulness of a strong water quirk in California, Izuku rarely takes personal days, too, so it’s the least they deserve, really.
That, and he’s not sure anything short of a national emergency could convince him to let go of Izuku now that he has him back in his arms, bodies pressed close together, sharing warmth, satisfaction suffused to Keigo’s very bones at having his boyfriend so close again.
“Mm,” Izuku mumbles sleepily as he burrows backwards, more than content to be the little spoon despite being the taller of the two. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning,” Keigo replies, pressing a soft kiss to Izuku’s nape while his heart flutters at the pet name. “Can we go back to sleep?”
Izuku laughs quietly before nodding. “Sure, Kei. Let’s go back to sleep.”