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It was only thanks to sheer dumb luck that they didn’t get snapped by paparazzi.
“Keycard,” Katsuki hissed.
Izuku hummed noncommittally and nuzzled into his neck. The length of his hot, strong body hung from Katsuki’s back, practically grinding against him.
“You’re the one who wanted to come back for your shit.” Katsuki jabbed blindly at Izuku’s hip. “Keycard, Izuku.”
Izuku’s arms tightened around his waist. “Kiss first.”
Katsuki groaned. There was nothing discreet about two pro heroes in expensive suits, fresh from their wedding ceremony, making out in the corridor of their fancy hotel. But the keycard was in Izuku’s jacket, which was on Izuku’s body, which was pressed against Katsuki’s back. Even an elbow to the ribs didn’t dislodge the nerd, rooted in place like a stubborn weed.
Katsuki needed a different strategy.
“Gonna be tough.” He tugged pointedly at Izuku’s arms, still locked around his waist. “Can’t face you like this.”
Sure enough, Izuku let go — only to grip him by the shoulders and spin. The door slammed into Katsuki’s back, punching out his breath for Izuku to breathe in.
The kiss was hungry. Izuku pressed close, hands grasping, mouth still tasting of the mints he’d downed one after another before the ceremony — as if Katsuki might notice his halitosis and decide not to marry him after all. The lingering mint tingled his lips pleasantly, an icy nip on his tongue. His hands slid over luxe fabric and the firm muscle below, fingers splaying to squeeze, groping across the width of Izuku’s chest.
Katsuki’s fingertip nudged the edge of his prize, and he grinned.
He missed his calling as a pickpocket. Izuku didn’t even notice when he snagged the keycard.
Katsuki slapped it against the lock, popping the door behind him. He staggered into the suite backwards, clutching instinctively at Izuku — and yanked him off balance too, legs tangling, stomach swooping. But before they could crash to the floor, Izuku’s arms tightened around Katsuki’s waist. Strands of Blackwhip shot from his back to fill the room, dozens of dark tendrils snagging on the walls to catch them.
Dangling from Izuku’s hold, Katsuki gave him an unimpressed look. “Overkill.”
Izuku grinned. “It’s kind of romantic, though.”
Sure enough, Izuku had caught him in a dip like a ballroom dancer. Katsuki’s body hung low to the ground, his weight supported by the strength of Izuku’s arms. Nerd wasn’t even out of breath.
Katsuki squirmed defiantly. “Save your moves for the after party.”
But he could tell by the heat in his cheeks that his body had reacted to the gesture. He kept his eyes averted as Blackwhip hauled him up and set him back on his feet.
“Go get your notes,” he muttered, tugging his jacket to straighten it. “You remember where you left ‘em?”
But Izuku didn’t go. As Blackwhip retracted, his hands slid from Katsuki’s waist: along his sides, up his chest and shoulders, finally settling to cup his cheeks.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” Izuku’s gaze shimmered, thumbs stroking just below Katsuki’s lower lashes. “I couldn’t look away for a second, the whole ceremony. It was like nobody else was even there.”
Despite himself, Katsuki’s chest puffed out. They’d cleaned up nice for the occasion: Izuku in a dark suit that brought out his eyes and him a rare sight in white. Izuku knew fuck and all about tailoring, but even he had managed to mumble something about the ideal cut of Kacchan’s pants when they got dressed that morning. Damn right, Katsuki’s hot new husband couldn’t look at anything but him.
“Look who’s talking,” he fired back, scrubbing a hand through Izuku’s hair.
“Ah!” Too late, Izuku ducked out of reach. “Kacchan, the stylist spent so long on me!”
“So?” Katsuki added his other hand to the mix, ruffling even harder. “I can’t touch my husband?”
And that—
Izuku’s lids lowered. His palms pressed tighter, almost enough to squeeze Katsuki’s cheeks. “Say that again.”
It was weird to say. Not uncomfortable, but different. Like a ring Katsuki wasn’t used to, sitting heavy on his finger. A warm, unfamiliar weight glowing in his chest.
He let his hands drop to Izuku’s neck, bringing him close to whisper.
“Husband.”
And his back got shoved into the wall all over again.
Izuku let go of Katsuki’s cheeks, making room to plant frantic kisses all over his face. Lips damp and moaning, he pawed at Katsuki’s shoulders, his waist, grasping every part of him as if desperate to pull him ever closer. Katsuki held him off, one strong fist in the back of Izuku’s jacket.
“You’re mine, Izuku.” Katsuki surged to bite his lower lip, pointed but not painful. “Finally got you and the whole world knows it.”
“Yours,” Izuku mumbled. His head dropped onto Katsuki’s shoulder. “I’m so lucky, I can’t believe it.”
“Hey.” Katsuki pulled back, ducking to meet Izuku’s eye. He didn’t blink. “I’m yours too. Don’t you let go either.”
Izuku’s face bloomed with a vivid blush. His knees wobbled, sending him teetering into Katsuki’s chest.
“You shouldn’t get me excited,” he said shakily.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s ass, just to cement his point.
“Kacchan, not now!” But Izuku said it around a gasp, hips pressing forwards to rock against Katsuki’s thigh.
“We promised forever,” Katsuki reminded him. “We can spare ten minutes.”
Izuku’s forehead sat heavy on Katsuki’s shoulder. Through his jacket, Katsuki could feel his damp, unsteady breaths. “But the reception…”
“They’re here for us. They can wait.”
Katsuki’s hand crept from Izuku’s ass around his hip to squeeze between their bodies. As expected, he was rock hard.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moaned, grinding into the touch. He lifted his face to peer upwards, pink and dazed. “We’ll make it quick?”
Katsuki grinned victoriously. “Fuck yeah.”
But just as Izuku was about to shove his tongue down Katsuki’s throat, Katsuki pushed him away.
“Give it a rest,” he scoffed when Izuku deployed his kicked-puppy expression. “Your mom has the spare keycard — she might come looking. Here.”
Grabbing Izuku’s wrist, Katsuki opened the walk-in closet and dragged them both inside.
It was a tight squeeze for two grown men. Clothes hung from hangers around them, the shirts and jackets to last them the week draping against their shoulders. The air felt close, their breathing muffled with their faces practically on top of each other.
Izuku didn’t allow space to recover, quickly backing Katsuki against the shelves. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His greedy hands roamed down Katsuki’s front, eyes huge and gleaming in the dim light. “How was I meant to see you like this and not want to have you?”
Katsuki’s breath caught as Izuku’s fingers slid into his belt. “In front of everyone?”
“If it proves you’re mine.”
Holy fuck. Katsuki only meant to tease — that the nerd’s mind was always in the gutter, even in public — not — not suggest—
His pants fell to the ground with a thud.
“Wow…” Izuku’s hot hand fisted his cock, thumb smearing over the head. “You’re leaking.”
“Shut up,” Katsuki groaned, covering his face. They could explore that fantasy later. Maybe. “You call this quick?”
“Mm.” Izuku kissed his cheek, then his chin. His chest through his shirt, shifting downwards to kneel, tugging the hem up to lick his hip. “I can be faster.”
Katsuki had to grab the shelf behind him when Izuku took his cock between his lips. It was almost too fast, too swift and eager after the wait. Izuku’s mouth was hot, made skilled from years of practice on Katsuki’s body and a lifetime’s worth of motormouth dexterity. Bobbing and sucking, swirling and lapping; eyes half-lidded and fixed on Katsuki’s face. Izuku knew what his mouth could do, the smug bastard.
“Damn it,” Katsuki huffed.
Izuku’s hair was already ruined, so Katsuki didn’t hesitate to grab it. His fingers tightened, attempting to hold Izuku still so he could fuck in and out of his mouth. But before he could get a proper rhythm, Izuku pinned Katsuki’s hips against the wall with all his freakish strength.
“Let me,” he said sweetly.
Katsuki’s cock twitched when Izuku kissed the tip, now moving deliberately slow. That perfect tongue slid downwards, licked languidly around the base and back up, flicked against the slit to make his hips jerk. Making a show of forcing him to wait.
He couldn’t fight, but that didn’t stop him from tugging Izuku’s hair in protest. “Deku—”
“Your Deku.” Lips dripping, Izuku pulled off to stroke him with a wet fist. “Kacchan, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“Shit,” Katsuki moaned. His grip on Izuku’s hair loosened, fingers uncurling to cup the back of his head, the side of his jaw. “Just… keep doing that, keep touching me, Izuku, shit—”
Izuku must have been pleased, because he took Katsuki’s dick back down his throat. He bobbed, a slow motion of his head back and forth, letting Katsuki savour the tight heat and slow laving of his tongue. Each time he pulled back, Katsuki could barely glimpse Izuku’s cock where it tented his pants, struggling in vain against the restrictive fabric. But he ignored it, both hands keeping Katsuki’s hips in place as he slowly swallowed him down to the root.
“More,” Katsuki growled. The grip was too firm for him to buck against, but his abs tightened helplessly. “Fuck’s sake. You said quick, this ain’t—”
Suddenly, Izuku pulled off. With a quick motion, he flipped Katsuki around to face the shelves, strong hands pinning him from behind.
“I want all of you,” Izuku rasped. A rustle as he shifted on his knees, one hand sliding higher to rest on Katsuki’s lower back. “Everything, every part, every moment.” Wet lips brushed the dip at the base of Katsuki’s spine, a shocking zing of pleasure. “Ever since I learned what wanting feels like, it’s always been you.”
“Yes.” Katsuki arched as Izuku kissed lower, mouth tracing a hot trail into the crevice at the top of his ass. “Fuck, Izuku, want you. Give me everything.”
Izuku kept one hand high, bunched in the bottom of Katsuki’s jacket to hold it out of the way. The other hand slid lower; spread the flesh of Katsuki’s ass to make room for Izuku’s hungry mouth, kissing down and down until he found his core and lingered. His lips parted, breathing a moan against Katsuki’s skin, before — finally — he put his mouth to work.
Katsuki clawed at the shelves. That deft tongue licked around his entrance, teasing him with flickers of sensation that passed too fast for his body to process. It had him sagging against the wall, his own weight suddenly too heavy to balance. But even as his knees went weak, his back arched instinctively, sending his ass higher. Seeking more.
Izuku took the invitation. His mouth turned purposeful, his tongue bolder, swirling in broad strokes around Katsuki’s most intimate part. Hot, wet laps sent pleasure aching through him, up into his chest and down through his thighs that strained to hold him up. His cock drooled and dripped onto the floor, untouched and throbbing.
“More,” he gasped. “C’mon — need—”
Izuku pulled back, tongue going from flat and soft to stiff and probing — and Katsuki choked on his breath as Izuku pressed against his hole and pushed. Licked him open, gentle but insistent, pulsing at the rim until it softened and let him slip oh-so-slowly inside.
Katsuki had to shove his face into a pile of socks to stifle his moan. “Fuck me — Izuku—!”
Izuku groaned back, the sound vibrating against Katsuki’s skin. His tongue was so wet, so fucking good, spearing in and out and alighting every singing nerve. Katsuki’s knees bent, hips rocking to fuck himself back into Izuku’s mouth. Eyes closed, slurring curses into his clenched fist, damn near about to shoot his load all over the shelves — until his ears registered a sound.
Flesh on flesh. Distinctive squelching, and subtle gasps muffled in his ass.
“Hey.” Fighting the instinct to let Izuku make him come, Katsuki kicked blindly behind himself. “Drop your dick.”
Izuku pulled back with a shameless slurping noise. “Whuh?”
“You’re mine now. That’s mine. Want it.”
“Ah…” Izuku swayed, spreading both hands over Katsuki’s hips to balance himself. “But we don’t have lube—”
“I know.” Katsuki summoned all the strength in his body to pull his legs together, showing off what he knew was a spectacular view of his ass. Sure enough, Izuku gasped from somewhere behind him. “Thighs. Hurry up.”
There was a thud. Katsuki couldn’t tell whether Izuku had knocked something over or banged his head or what — but it didn’t matter. He draped his body over Katsuki, firm chest against Katsuki’s back and rough hand around his dick and hot, eager cock pushing between his legs. It felt good enough that they both moaned, Izuku’s mouth open and panting at the nape of Katsuki’s neck.
“Love you so much,” Izuku gasped.
Katsuki couldn’t reply even if he wanted to. Izuku’s hand stroked him clumsy but eager, half-synced with the rhythm of his cock already rutting into the warm space between Katsuki’s legs. His hips pumped in eager jerks, surges of slick pressure that teased Katsuki’s balls and perineum, the delicate skin at the apex of his thighs. His body ached as he humped into it, back and forth between Izuku’s cock and hand, chasing more stimulation that couldn’t come. His ass twitched, fucked open on Izuku’s tongue and begging to be filled.
Izuku read his mind. A big hand gripped the side of Katsuki’s ass, thumb pressing against his softened, spit-slick hole.
“Fuck!” Katsuki yelped, suddenly right on the edge. “Wait — mess—”
Izuku moaned against his neck. “Hurry.”
Katsuki scrabbled frantically through the shelves, finding a t-shirt which he balled in his fist. As soon as he had it cupped over his crotch, Izuku moved: sank his thick thumb all at once into Katsuki’s greedy hole.
It was exactly what he needed. Katsuki keened, fucking back onto the digit in his ass and forward into the fist around his cock, coming hard into the cotton. He could hear Izuku grunting in his ear, body tensing and shuddering, painting Katsuki’s thighs with cum as he followed over the edge.
When Katsuki slumped, Izuku’s weight nearly crushed him against the shelves. His chest heaved with gasping breaths, sprawled atop Katsuki’s back.
“Wow,” Izuku said around a half-laugh. “That was…”
Somehow, Katsuki’s groping hand found the damp mess of Izuku’s curls. “Not bad for a quickie.”
“Yeah.” Izuku’s thumb eased from Katsuki’s ass, leaving it winking. “Hey, do you think this counts as consummation?”
Katsuki snorted, shoving back against him. “Not even a little, dork-ass loser.”
“Next time, then.”
Izuku dropped a soft kiss at Katsuki’s nape, hands lingering at his hips for all of a second — before abruptly dropping like he’d been burned.
“Ah! Our suits!”
It was almost funny the way the switch flipped in Izuku’s head. He yanked up his pants with one hand, leaning his shoulder against the closet door until it opened and sent him stumbling into the bedroom. Regaining his balance, he dashed towards the mirror, where he groaned in despair.
“Oh, shit, we need to fix this. My hair — no—” He rushed back in the other direction, almost decapitating Katsuki as he stuck his head out of the closet. “Gotta wash my hands first. And my face. Kacchan, hurry!”
“This is your fault!” Katsuki yelled at his retreating back. “You and your damn notes!”
“I can’t give my speech without them!” Izuku cried as the bathroom door hit the wall.
With a growl, Katsuki stumbled to the mirror. The t-shirt did its job — there were no tell-tale stains — but his suit was crumpled to all hell. His shirtfront, both legs of his pants, even the back of his jacket: a tell-tale sign of where Izuku held it up to eat his ass.
Great.
Katsuki began yanking open nearby drawers.
When Izuku emerged, his face was a freshly-washed pink and his curls were half-tamed and damp. He stopped dead in the bathroom doorway, eyes bugging out.
“Kacchan, what are you doing?”
Katsuki had to raise his voice to be heard over the hairdryer, aimed squarely at the back of his jacket. “Gets wrinkles out. The hag says so. Fuck’s sake, Izuku, your knees are dirty.”
“They are?”
And that was when the door opened.
Todoroki stared at them. At Katsuki, twisted into a knot trying to blow dry his own back; at Izuku, bent down to brush dust off his knees.
“I finally found you.”
As if there weren’t enough tells already, Izuku’s dumb fucking face went bright red. “Um!”
“Mrs Midoriya sent me to look for you,” said Todoroki, pocketing the spare keycard. “Everyone is waiting.”
“Ah! S-sorry, uh, about that.” Izuku straightened up, hiding his hands behind his back as if that would do any good. “We were looking for — I forgot my—”
“But I checked your suite already.” Todoroki turned to look at Katsuki next. “You weren’t here.”
Katsuki sneered at him, blasting the hairdryer louder. “Guess you didn’t check hard enough.”
Todoroki eyed his suit. “I’ll tell them you’ll be down soon.”
“Thanks, Todoroki,” said Izuku, face stiff in an apologetic grimace. “Please say sorry to my mom for me.”
“Alright.” Todoroki didn’t go immediately, still looking at the hairdryer. “It’ll work better if you wet the fabric first.”
Then he left.
Katsuki had to drop the dryer before his hands exploded. “Mother fucker—”
“Noooo,” Izuku moaned, covering his face with dusty palms. “He knows. Does he know? He knows, right?”
“He’ll take it to his grave.”
“Don’t threaten our friends on our wedding day.”
Katsuki glared at him. Izuku just looked back, eyes wide and liquid.
Eventually Katsuki had to look away, ears heating. “Whatever. Suit’s as fixed as it’s gonna get. You ready?”
“Ah, right!” Izuku dashed over to the desk and began rummaging through its contents. “Uh, just a second?”
“You still haven’t got your notes? For a guy who keeps promising to be quick you sure take your damn time, Izuku.”
“Don’t be so harsh.” With a scruffy sheet of paper finally clutched in his hand, Izuku turned to beam across the room. Katsuki almost had to squint, his smile was so bright. “From now on we’ve got all the time in the world.”