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“Which one?”
Katsuki blinks. “Huh?”
Izuku’s bright eyes flash, annoyed. “Which shirt, Kacchan?”
Katsuki focuses and takes notice of the sweaters he’s holding up in his hands. He narrows his eyes. “The brown one,” he replies, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.
Izuku seems to be pleased with his answer, his face brightening, and nods. “I like it, too. Thanks.”
“I think you look nice in anything,” the blonde quips nonchalantly, and Izuku’s dark eyebrows nearly fly off his face. His cheeks burn and he feels like he might die. He’ll never get used to how casually he speaks, how naturally all the compliments and sweet nothings glide off his tongue, but it warms his heart exponentially.
He can’t seem to muster up a reply in his embarrassment but Katsuki doesn’t seem to notice, or mind for that matter. His gaze wanders past the entrance of the department store out to the rest of the mall, bored.
“That all you’re getting?”
Izuku purses his lips in thought. “Maybe.”
Katsuki grumbles.
“I know, Kacchan, you’re ready to go,” Izuku snips, giving a lazy grin. Katsuki meets his gaze half lidded, sipping again on his drink. “I know you’re not a fan of shopping, so thank you for coming with me. I like spending time with you.”
It’s Katsuki’s turn to feel shy, and he tears his eyes away from Izuku’s. He shuffles his feet on the floor. “Of course.” He’d go anywhere with Deku just as long as they were together. But he can’t help but just feel sluggish walking around all day, fluorescent lights burning into his skin. “Can we go soon?”
“Yeah, let me just try these on and we can get checked out, okay?”
“‘Kay.” Katsuki resorts to inspecting a hideous button up hanging on the wall. After a moment, he feels a strong hand on his bicep, and he turns to stare into shining emerald eyes.
“Are you coming with me?” His eyes catch onto his brilliant smile, his blinding teeth. The weight of his words latch heavily onto his ears. “I think I know how to cure your boredom, Kacchan.”
Katsuki dares to make eye contact again and is nearly floored by the carnal hunger in Izuku’s feverish gaze. He matches his smile, hand catching onto his wrist.
“Oh, do you?”
Katsuki might just die here in the back of a damn clothing store.
His hand grips tightly at his mouth, holding back unholy sounds of pleasure as Izuku works diligently at his cock. Izuku’s green curls bounce prettily as he takes Katsuki whole in his mouth, his throat bulging as the head meets the back of his throat. It’s such a filthy contrast, innocence versus sin, that he feels he may lose it right then and there at the sight. Izuku is skilled with his work, bobbing off his cock with ease, like deepthroating was a hobby he indulged in his spare time. He’s careful to not make a sound as he comes off, careful to not give themselves away in the changing room. He stares up at Katsuki as he licks his lips and gives the head a few gentle kisses and licks. Katsuki nearly groans and grabs tightly at a fistful of green locks. The blonde pushes the tip of his cock at Izuku’s lips, his eyes making lust driven commands.
Open.
He obeys, slipping his tongue under the head of Katsuki’s cock as he does so. The edges of his mouth curl into a small smile and he lets Katsuki have his way.
Katsuki isn’t forceful or aggressive but he’s definitely rough and Izuku loves him for it. Hands still buried in his hair, he uses his locks like a steering wheel, rocking back and forth as he fucks himself with his boyfriend’s mouth. His wrists make small circular motions, and Izuku’s tongue goes slack in his mouth creating an overbearing heaven of pleasure. Izuku’s eyes clench close as Katsuki uses him as he seems fit and he relishes in it, sucking and licking on his throbbing cock, already spilling over in his mouth with precum. Izuku’s own dick presses painfully at his jeans, threatening to stain through with enough slick of his own if he doesn’t take them off soon. He twitches against his thigh at the prospect, the need to feel Katsuki all over him, inside him, and he hopes the blonde is almost done because he’s not sure how much more of this he can take.
Katsuki’s hand finally falls from his mouth and lands at the side of Izuku’s face. He cups his cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping away drool and precum that’s pooled at the corner of his mouth and wipes it on his pants. His scarlet eyes meet Izuku’s, watery with tears pricking the corners of them, and throws his head back against the wall. His breath comes out in shallow gasps and if they were in their own bedroom, he’d be spitting strings of filth at the other man. Fuck, he’s taking it so good, he’s always so good.
A few more thrusts and Katsuki pulls Izuku off of him with a soft pop, and Izuku’s hand flies to his mouth as his eyes open wide in panic. He looks out the bottom slit of the door for a few moments before whipping his head back around. “Be quiet!” he whispers urgently.
Katsuki’s hand shoots out and grabs Izuku’s chin, bending low towards him. He stares deeply at his flushed cheeks, parted swollen lips, shaky breaths, and blown pupils. He looks so beautiful like this, like his. “You don’t need to tell me to be quiet,” he growls. “Are you trying to get caught?” Izuku swallows, hands falling to Katsuki’s clothed thighs, scratching lightly at the fabric.
The blonde tilts his head. “Or is that what you want? Want everyone here to know how you turn into a bitch in heat for my cock?”
Izuku shakes his head quickly, then bites his lip in contemplation, and nods softly. He stares up at Kasuki with wide eyes.
Katsuki smirks, bites his lip. This fucking guy.
“Stand up.”
Izuku does as he’s told. Katsuki’s hands land swiftly on his belt and undo it in one fluid motion. It’s probably the hottest thing Izuku’s ever seen. Katsuki grabs hold of his zipper and pulls on it slowly before slipping his hand into his pants, palming him harshly through his boxers. A small whimper slips out of Izuku’s mouth and Katsuki’s hand flies to his lips, pressing hard. He brings his other hand to his lips to say shush, making deliberate eye contact. Izuku nods hard, and Katsuki’s hands move again, one to his crotch and the other slips under the hem of his shirt. A calloused hand drags torturously up his torso, feeling every curve, tracing each and every one of his rippling muscles.
Their faces are close, Izuku being only a couple inches shorter than Katsuki. Hot breaths fill the empty space between them. Izuku’s gaze is similar to cold steel, yet hungry and desperate at the same time, eyeing the blonde’s lips so tantalizingly close to his own. Katsuki practically groans as they finally connect with such ravenous force they both stagger. Katsuki kisses Izuku like he’s trying to eat him alive. Izuku would let him if he wanted to.
His fingers continue their ascent until they latch onto the man’s nipple, brushing over the sensitive skin lightly once. Izuku gives a strained groan that turns into a gurgle in their kiss. Katsuki bites hard onto his lip—a warning. Izuku thinks he might explode.
Katsuki grabs at his nipple again with his pointer finger and thumb, rolls it between his fingertips before tugging harshly. The manhandling combined with Katsuki’s other hand preoccupied with his leaking cock turns out to be too much for Izuku, and his knees buckle underneath him. They crash against the wall.
They both pull apart and freeze, trying to steady their feverish breathing, and listen closely. Trying to be quiet in a situation like this feels impossible and really they shouldn’t be here anyway. Silence fills the room save for a couple hangers clacking together on a hook or a clothing rack on the far side of the room.
Katsuki meets eyes with Izuku and nods as if to say, I think we’re good. He pulls back, taking his hands and his body heat with him, and Izuku reaches a hand out to his shirt, tugging lightly. His eyes are watery and pleading. Katsuki gives a soft smile. He leans forward slightly and gives him a lingering peck to his cheek. Then, his lips slide towards his ear and whisper, “Turn around.” A command that mimics the sound of shattering glass in the thick silence of the fitting rooms. The contrast from sweet to domineering control makes Izuku’s dick twitch.
Again—so good for Katsuki—he complies. Facing the corner of the closet-like space, he stares at the wall and is taken completely aback once he feels his pants drop around his ankles. His ears must be a vibrant red and he feels like his freckles might burn off from the blush on his cheeks.
Next come his boxers which Katsuki pointedly takes his time with, slipping a finger underneath the waistline and tracing a half circle around his body before it stops just beside his cock, straining against the cloth. The blonde drops to his knees before Izuku. His other hand joins them on the other side and he stares up into his emerald eyes before pulling them down, slowly, agonizingly. The cool air on his cock makes him hiss, and he squeezes his eyes shut to avoid Katsuki’s burning stare. He’s painfully hard at this point, and he hopes to God Katsuki doesn’t plan on sucking him off first because he definitely won’t last.
To his horror, he feels hot breath against his shaft. “Kacchan, wait—“
Katsuki—fuck him—licks a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head, his tongue flat against his skin, covering as much area as possible. Izuku feels a low moan rip through his throat, and he buries his face in the crook of his elbow, mortified. Katsuki should punish him, punch him right in the balls right now, but he’s too hard to care anymore, and the sounds Izuku makes are always so pretty.
Katsuki smirks against the throbbing head of Izuku’s cock. His hand palms at his balls then at the base of his shaft. Slowly, he jerks him off, making a point to not speed up his pace. He knows Izuku’s close, can tell by the way his abs spasm under his shirt and his legs tremble, and he’s not done with him just yet. Maybe, if he behaves, Izuku can come twice today.
He could sit there and watch Izuku fall apart all day, the rest of his life even, but his own hard-on twitching against his stomach is becoming too noticeable. He gives the burning cock in his hand a quick kiss on the tip—Izuku gives his shoulder a soft punch—before he starts to stand. He gives another kiss, slower, to his navel just above his dick, another above his belly button, and finally one to Izuku’s neck. He sucks long and hard, earning a squeak from the shorter man, leaving a dark, blooming hickey in its wake. Katsuki kisses him once more, twice, with soft licks in between, and Izuku really is too close for his own good already. And it’s the moment that Katsuki grabs his ass he realizes with newfound terror that they haven’t even prepped him yet.
Katsuki pushes two fingers into Izuku’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue to part his lips. Izuku looks at him like he’s Heaven.
“Lick,” he demands. “We don’t have any lube so we’ll have to make do.” He smirks. “And you laughed at me when I said we should start carrying a mini bottle around with us. ‘For emergencies.’”
Katsuki feels rather than hears Izuku whine against his fingers. He shoves them in slightly deeper. “Lick.”
Izuku does, slobbering up his boyfriend’s fingers and knuckles, making a mess of the blonde’s hand and his chin, too. His tongue wraps and unravels itself around him. He parts Katsuki’s fingers with his tongue, licking the valley connecting them then back up and under again.
Katsuki curses under his breath as his other hand inches closer to Izuku’s hole, ghosting over his entrance. His index finger presses softly into him, not enough to enter but enough to make him keen against him.
Katsuki pulls away with something closer to a growl. Izuku nearly deflates at the sudden emptiness in his mouth. It wasn’t quite what he really needed but just having any part of Katsuki inside him was good enough. Katsuki crouches again, this time facing Izuku’s ass. He takes both hands, careful to not lose too much of their makeshift lube, and spreads Izuku’s cheeks. Izuku clenches his eyes closed, embarrassed again, and nearly implodes when he feels wet heat splatter against his exposed hole. He stumbles forward, bracing himself against the wall. Katsuki spreads his spit around with his fingers, rimming Izuku’s asshole before sticking the first finger in.
Izuku sees white, spluttering quiet, incoherent pleas to Katsuki. Another, please, please, please. I need it, another, please, please—
This time, Katsuki obeys. It hasn’t been long at all since their last fuck and Izuku is still fairly stretched out, so Katsuki’s second finger slides in easy enough. He nestles deep into Izuku, giving him only a few moments before he starts moving. He thrusts deep and sensually inside Izuku, just barely avoiding his prostate, the one place Izuku needed him most. He can’t have him coming too early, now, and he’d stretch this out as long as he could handle it.
Izuku’s a mess. Babbling a mixture of praise and pleas to Katsuki, slumped pitifully against the wall, his eyes brimming with tears, he’s the physical embodiment of pleasure, of sex and desire.
Katsuki would eat him whole.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moans, barely remembering to keep his voice down, “please, please, need more.”
Katsuki shushes him. He leans forward to plant a sweet kiss to his asscheek. Another string of words with small whimpers scattered far and wide between. Izuku buries his face with his arm again, a small string of spit clinging to his jacket. Katsuki stares like he’s trying to copy this exact scene to memory, like a damn painting or something.
He takes it so well every fucking time.
Katsuki spits on him once more to make the third finger easier. Izuku’s knees buckle. The third one goes in much slower, Katsuki careful not to hurt him—not in any way he wouldn’t like, that is. He pushes all the way in, deep and tight, and groans at the feeling. Izuku matches him, something close to a muffled sob from his clothed elbow. Katsuki hopes to God no one’s close enough to them to be able to hear them because staying quiet now will actually become impossible. Katsuki thrusts in and out, working faster at Izuku’s entrance. His throbbing cock below them is purpling now, a long line of precum flowing down its side. He growls, gives Izuku a few more good thrusts before pulling out completely. Izuku whines, slumping further against the wall.
Katsuki rises to his full height and, grabbing both sides of Izuku’s waist, pulls him back against his neglected cock. It rests between his spread asscheeks, looking comfortable, like he was made for Izuku.
“Oh, please, please, please, please, I-I can’t… can’t— Kacchan, please.”
Katsuki spits again, this time on his own dick. He slicks himself up with one hand then lines himself up to Izuku’s aching hole, pressing his tip against his entrance.
“Yes, yes, fuck, please—“
Katsuki thrusts in and bottoms out immediately. A proper moan, loud, cuts through the air and Katsuki’s hand flies to grab Izuku’s face. His palm covers his mouth tightly. His other hand grips his ass with ferocity, nails digging deep into his skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Definitely not as hardcore as they do at home, but it’ll have to do for now. Dick still embedded inside Izuku, Katsuki leans forward, hovering over his shoulder and breath ghosting over his ear.
“Shut the fuck up,” he spits. “I’m fucking serious, you do some shit like that again, I’ll pull out, jerk myself onto your stomach, and leave you here, hard as sin looking like a fucking mess. You understand?” Izuku hesitates, then nods. He shifts his hand so he’s grabbing either side of his face, his mouth free. “Speak.”
Izuku takes a gulp of air. “Yes! Yes, yes, I—“
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry.”
Silence fills the air save for Izuku’s gasping breaths. Katsuki broke a barrier and crossed into something harder, something they saved for the safety of their bedroom, but Izuku loved it. He mulled over whatever he could do to see that side of Katsuki out in the open again. Finally, after what feels like years, Katsuki drops his hand to Izuku’s waist again and leans back. His cock pulses with carnal hunger in Izuku. He prays their spit and precum is enough to make this go smoothly. He pulls back slowly, carefully, before snapping his hips back and diving deep, all the way to the hilt.
Izuku chokes on a cry.
Katsuki repeats the motion once, then again, shifting his body every time slightly, trying to find—
Izuku’s body tenses up and he throws his head back in a silent scream. He tightens around Katsuki’s cock and the blonde groans. He smirks. He’d found exactly what he’d been looking for. He grinds into his prostate, Izuku falling apart at the seams. Eventually he pulls back again, snaps his hips forward in a hard thrust, and repeats the process once, twice—
Izuku arches his back and chokes out a gasp. His whole body trembles and convulses, and for a moment, Katsuki is genuinely worried he’s hurt until he sees cum drip onto the carpet below. Izuku’s smaller body twitches underneath him a few more times before he goes slightly limp, leaning heavily against the wall for support. Their heavy breaths fill the silence while all Katsuki can do is stare.
“You just…”
Izuku mumbles something incoherent in response. Katsuki’s still nestled deep inside him, Izuku’s tight heat clenching him through the remnants of his orgasm. He’s not sure whether to pull out so as to not overstimulate him when he hears Izuku’s faltering voice. “What, baby?” he urges.
Izuku turns his head back to meet his eyes. His vision is clouded, pupils blown and half lidded. Sweat mats some of his green curls to his forehead. His cheeks are practically glowing red, flushed, and his lips lay parted.
“…Keep going.”
Katsuki swallows a guttural moan. “But you—“
He’s cut off by Izuku’s hand grabbing his own and leading him unabashedly to his cock, slick with cum and still incredibly hard. Izuku groans quietly at the contact. Searing heat twists deep in Katsuki’s gut, a newfound lust birthing inside him.
“Are you sure?”
Izuku nods, sighing deeply. “Please. Hard.”
Katsuki doesn’t waste a moment. He grips Izuku’s waist harder and adjusts himself, grinding his hips deeper into Izuku and reels back, preparing to give Izuku exactly what he needs. He snaps forward in a rough thrust, hard and deep, like Izuku wanted. He pulls back and repeats, creating a steady, ruthless rhythm. The smaller man is a blubbering mess now, whispering filth just barely loud enough for Katsuki to hear. “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, more. Need more, you, I need you, Kacchan, need you, sir, please, please…”
Soft claps of skin on skin ring out like a hymn in the quiet air. Izuku’s full, so full because Katsuki fits him just right, hits all the right points, makes him feel like he’s floating. Izuku’s still so tight after coming the first time and it simply accentuates every move the blonde makes inside him. His prostate aches and throbs, and every stroke feels like it’s too much for him to bear. And he’s really wishing now they were in their bed in their own home so he could sob as he rocks harder on Katsuki’s cock, so his cries could echo obscenely off the walls for the world to hear. Tears streak down his face silently, dripping off his cheeks onto the carpet beside his now drying mess. Even if he wanted to scream for Katsuki, Izuku finds it hard to make a sound at all. It’s aching, it’s searing, Katsuki’s striking the right and wrong places, it’s all too much for him to handle.
And it feels so fucking good.
Izuku’s hands grip at the wall, looking for anything to hold, to ground himself to. Katsuki continues to obliterate his hole, using him for his own gratification and pushing Izuku past his limits. Izuku clenches around his cock, urging him to go harder, deeper, and Katsuki chases it like his life depends on it. He reaches around and wraps a firm hand around Izuku’s throat. He utters a low, surprised choking sound and gasps at the feeling. Izuku’s own hand meets Katsuki’s, gripping onto him, squeezing his wrist as if to say, fuck yes.
Katsuki applies a light amount of pressure and uses the new angle for better leverage to fuck Izuku senseless. His strokes become harder and faster. Izuku does sob this time, the sensation on his throat paired with the different angle Katsuki pummels his prostate at overwhelming him completely. His dick bounces helplessly against his stomach, aggravated at the prospect of coming not once but twice untouched today. His mouth gapes open, spit pooling at the corner as a white, familiar heat begins to twist low in his gut. His eyes roll to the ceiling, his back arches and he lets Katsuki have him however he—
“Just pick one. I’ll be over here if you need me.”
Katsuki halts his actions completely. Everything in the world seems to stop at that moment. Their breathing slows to almost nothing.
A shadow passes over the slit at the bottom of the door. Footsteps stomp rather loudly towards a fitting room beside them, holy fuck, directly to their left. At the far opposite end of the room, a chair squeaks quietly. A phone buzzes with notifications.
No fucking way.
The person in the stall next to them closes the door rather loudly. The clack of hangers on metal can be heard on the wall between them. Ruffling of clothes and the scuff of shoes.
Izuku turns back to Katsuki, jaw slacking and eyes wide open in disbelief. Katsuki takes a breath, contemplating what to do. The answer seems obvious: get your shit together and get the fuck out.
But he doesn’t really want to do that.
A frustrated groan breaks through the silence on the other side of the wall. Shuffling of feet. The door flings wide open.
“I need your help! I can’t get this on.”
“Dude, get back in the stall! You’re in your bra!”
Quick, frantic footsteps.
“Who cares? There’s no one else here.”
Izuku and Katsuki share a glance, a sigh of relief. They don’t know they’re in here so they may be somewhat safe.
More footsteps, two sets this time. The door closes again. Ruffling of fabric and mumbled speech fills the air again.
Katsuki’s dick pulses inside Izuku, a steady reminder that they’d been so rudely interrupted. Izuku’s legs tremble. He’s struggling to keep himself upright at this point, and with their sudden, unwanted audience, disappointment weighs heavy in his chest. They’d have to stop now, unfortunately, and just when Izuku was truly losing himself in their pleasure. And poor Katsuki, too. At least Izuku had managed to get off as embarrassing as it was, lasting a solid five seconds. He’d make it up to him for sure, give him a real good handjob on the way home or something–
And he’s suddenly flying. Strong arms lift him up from underneath his thighs, spinning him around in midair, and just as fast as he goes up, he’s practically thrown just as quickly against the opposite wall. He’s face to face with Katsuki now. He stares into glowing red eyes, burning with dark intent. Izuku takes notice of their new position: Katsuki holding him–literally holding him–against the wall, legs wrapped tightly around Katsuki’s bulky frame, Katsuki’s dick still buried in Izuku’s ass, and Izuku’s own cock still hard against his stomach, sitting on top of his now dirty shirt. Izuku comes to realize what’s about to happen and shakes his head violently. His mouth opens to protest but Katsuki quickly shuts him up with a hand to his lips. Izuku’s eyes are wide, panicky, as he shakes his head hard again.
Kacchan, we can’t, not now, his eyes seem to say.
Katsuki’s gentle shhhh comes to soothe him. Doesn’t Izuku trust that he’ll take care of him?
“Quiet,” he whispers, so softly he may as well have simply mouthed the word.
Katsuki drops his hand from his face and breaks eye contact with Izuku to shift his gaze between Izuku’s legs where they’re conjoined by his cock. He adjusts his body, shifting his feet to account for the new angle. Izuku swallows a moan, feeling Katsuki’s dick brush against his prostate again, and it’s all he needs to totally and finally abandon all his fear. He doesn’t care what happens now just as long as Katsuki fucks him, hard.
The chatter of the two strangers next door continues. A shirt falls to the floor, discarded with a comment of its color being all wrong. Katsuki takes a breath and slowly, far too slowly, pulls out to the tip. Izuku relishes the new position. The comfortability of Kacchan’s rough hands gripping his thighs, holding him high in the air, paired with the perfect view of watching him be simply owned by his gorgeous cock. He bites his lip and braces himself.
Like some kind of animal, Katsuki plunges back in and out at a breakneck pace. He’s careful to not let the unholy smacks of skin on skin ring out, a calculated move that Izuku definitely would’ve been incredibly impressed by if he wasn’t busy being railed into next year. His mouth hangs open in a pornographic way and he can’t rip his half-lidded eyes away from Katsuki's crotch. Katsuki’s good, so fucking good at what he does, hitting his prostate with every controlled thrust. He wants to pour himself out to him, strings of dirty praises and obscene pleas, and again wishes they were somewhere more private. But now that they had guests, a real imminent threat to their cover, Izuku’s dick throbs at the danger, the risk. He suddenly remembers why he asked Katsuki to follow him in the first place.
“Are you some kind of fucking exhibitionist?” Katsuki sneers as Izuku pulls at his belt buckle. “This is filthy. Even for you.” Izuku falls to the floor of the cramped fitting room, shoved harshly by the man above him.
“This better be a damn good show, then.”
Katsuki huffs with the effort of holding Izuku and also plowing into him at the tempo he’s set. He’s so tight and looks so damn good from this angle, though, that he can’t be bothered to care. He worships the ground the nerd walks on and would blow up the sun if he asked him, so what’s so hard about a simple fuck?
Izuku’s behaving so well for him. He knows how loud he gets, how much he screams on his cock, and that having to clam up must be so difficult for him. He deserves to come hard, to see sparks fly, and fuck, if he keeps making that fucking face, Katsuki’s gonna join him soon. Izuku’s hands fly to Katsuki’s neck, forcing the two to make eye contact. His freckled cheeks are slick with new tears, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Jesus christ, where’d he learn all that from? He stares at Katsuki like he’s the only person in the world. His thumb rubs at a sensitive spot behind Katsuki’s ear. Fuck, Katsuki’s–
“‘M close,” Izuku mumbles, voice hitching at the end.
The door beside them swings open. Katsuki doesn't pause for even a moment. Shadows pass underneath the door, leaving, yes! Thank God. Their chatter slowly fades out until silence engulfs them and they’re finally alone again. Katsuki seizes the opportunity to go harder, his pelvis hitting the back of Izuku’s thighs in soft claps. Izuku clenches his eyes shut, cheeks burning bright pink. “Ah, ah, ah, ah–” He cries out in tandem with every thrust. So fucking cute.
Katsuki’s nearly there. His movements become erratic, his composure falling. So close.
“Hey,” he pants. His hand gives a light tap to Izuku’s cheek. He blinks his eyes open, surprised. “Eyes on me. Don’t you dare look away.”
“K-Kacchan, ‘m–”
“Fuck,” Katsuki groans.
“I’m gonna–”
“Fuck, ‘Zuku, yes,” Katsuki moans, a tightness coiling in his abdomen. “Come for me.”
Izuku does with a squeak. His cum splatters on his shirt, some falling on Katsuki’s navel. Izuku throws his head back in a silent scream as he comes harder than he has in months. His body jerks a few times before going limp, and his eyes roll back into his head, coming down from his orgasm panting like a dog.
Katsuki follows suit in a couple thrusts. The heat building in his gut spills over in a blinding haze. His cum paints Izuku’s insides in thick ropes. The blonde’s strokes slow immensely, fucking them through both their climaxes until the ache in his thighs is too much to bear. He relaxes and lowers them both unceremoniously to the floor. Katsuki falls forward to rest his forehead against Izuku’s, breathing in the earthy smell of his shampoo.
Their heavy breathing fills the silence save for the intercom of the store announcing they’ll be closing in an hour. Izuku finally opens his eyes to stare into Katsuki’s face. A shaky hand comes to hold the blonde’s warm cheek and Katsuki chases it with his own. He plants a kiss on the smaller man’s wrist, and Izuku’s heart jumps at the tenderness.
“Holy fuck, Kacchan.”
He smirks in response. “You have such a way with words.”
Izuku chuckles lightly. With a content sigh, he closes his eyes again and bathes in the afterglow.
“You…” Katsuki breathes, licking his chapped lips. “You’re a fucking freak.”
“You like it.”
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“And I’d do it all over again.”
Katsuki smirks. “Ditto.”
“What are you, sixty? Who says that?” Izuku’s chuckles are drowned out by Katsuki’s hand, pushing his face to the side. He reaches for his discarded flannel to use as a makeshift towel.
“Shut up.”
They trot out the store entrance barely twenty minutes till close, faces flushed, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. Izuku never ends up trying on a single shirt and leaves the mall empty handed.