Perfect Fit [DSH Sequel] - NSFW

This sequel/epilogue was requested by Aya! Thank you so much for your ongoing support, I hope you enjoy the story!

Read/Re-read the original here! 

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“Mister Deku, it’s been a year now since your accident that briefly halted your hero career, how are you handling the transition back into the hero spotlight?”

Izuku smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned in closer to the microphone.

“It’s really nice to be back. I think I can officially say I’ve settled back in now! The first few weeks were a bit rough, I made sure I had another hero with me at all times, but I’m all better and back to normal now, ready to help people again!”

“We’re very glad to hear it. And how is the collaboration with Mister Bakushinchi going? Is everything working out the way you hoped?”

“Even better! The Wonder Alliance is the best move I’ve ever made. Ka- Erm, Bakushinchi’s old agency up north is doing really well under the new management he picked out, and while we’re still technically supervising my old agency too, the people we chose there have been exceptional, we’ve been able to use a very hands-off approach.”

“Rumour has it that you’ve been in negotiations with other agencies around the country, too? We’ve heard reports of you visiting Aichi, Mie, Iwate...”

“I wouldn’t say negotiations,” Izuku laughed awkwardly. “We’re not trying to acquire agencies or anything, but yes, we had calls from some old friends who were having some troubles and of course we were more than willing to visit and see what the situation was like! Less populated areas like Iwate are lucky enough to have fewer villain problems, but they also have a much smaller hero community to serve it. Funding is very low, and people aren’t very willing to move there for that reason, so if our Alliance is to be successful, it might give us the opportunity to contribute to funding agencies in those smaller areas, to help with that!”

He realised too late that he’d talked too much, from the way the reporters eyes seemed to have glazed over by the time he was done, but she recovered quickly, smiling as she straightened up.

“If you were to choose a new area for another agency, where do you think your ideal place would be?”

“Oh! Well, I don’t think I’d want to start another agency anywhere, at least not any time soon, that seems rude to the agencies that already exist and are doing amazing work! But for places I’d like to work with? I think an agency in Hokkaido would be amazing, but Bakushinchi hates the cold so that would be a solo trip. They have so many rescue events up there in the winter, they often have to call in heroes from all over the island to help, sometimes they even bring people up from the Aomori area! Somewhere in the south would be awesome too, Nagasaki or Kagoshima maybe? They have a few more heroes in the area because of places like Fukuoka, but it’s still really sad that they have to call in heroes from other prefectures so often! It would be great to help support those heroes more, so they can keep doing what they’re doing, and maybe attract some more heroes to live in those areas too!”

“Thank you very much for your time, I’ll let you get back to it. Thank you for all your hard work!”

“My pleasure!”

He breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally left alone, running a hand through his hair and feeling it spring immediately back into place. He was long overdue for a haircut, but he’d only been back on the job for two months, he was barely out of the “eat dinner while sitting in an ice bath then go to bed for twelve hours” phase of the process. There was just so much to catch up on, he didn’t have the time or energy for more than the bare necessities.

The agency building wasn’t far away, a massive relief considering how ready he was to just get home, and with the scene finally clear of villains, police officers, and reporters alike, he was excited to go take a hot shower, put on clean clothes, and get on the train to head off. Katsuki would be home already, would probably be muttering over a hot stove about “Stupid Deku being late for dinner”, and Izuku just wanted to fall into his arms and never move again.

Katsuki always knew just the right way to take care of him. Soothing sore muscles with his warm hands, or loading him up with comfort food, or just dragging him in for cuddles to take a nap together. Even the thought of getting home to him was so exciting – after so many years apart, it was still oddly surreal to have Katsuki waiting for him at home. He’d felt so out of sorts the first few months they’d been apart after graduation, and a small part of him was nervous that it would happen again, that he would have to deal with that loss all over again. The logical part of him knew, though: Katsuki was absolutely nuts for him, he made no secret of that. And even if he did leave for some reason, Izuku was a better, stronger person now. He could get through it.

He tapped on the wooden door frame as he stepped into his agency. No need to risk it, after all.

He waved hello to a few people as he headed for the locker rooms, relieved to finally strip off his tight jumpsuit and step under a hot stream of water. While he was back to the strength and stamina it took to do his job, he hadn’t quite gotten through the tired-muscles phase yet, and the heat was a godsend on them.

Katsuki had been a godsend too. Every night, he was there to massage Izuku’s sore spots, to work his magic on stiff fingers and elbows, and to snuggle to Izuku’s heart’s content – which was a lot of snuggling. There were still things he wouldn’t do, for Izuku’s safety, but after a few weeks in their new home, he had finally allowed the tight, tangled cuddles that Izuku so desperately craved. He let Izuku twist their legs together in a way that took them a solid minute to untie in the morning, let him wrap his arms around Katsuki’s back and neck like he was trying to get him in a choke hold, and let him stay that way all night, no longer terrified of hurting him in his sleep.

It was the best thing Izuku ever could have asked for.

When everything was clean and scrubbed, he got out and dried himself off, exchanging smiles and greetings with a few heroes who passed by. He bundled up in his coziest sweatpants for the trip home, throwing his favourite Bakushinchi hoodie over top – the one that still smelled faintly of his Kacchan, if he ducked his head just right.

Maybe he’d ask Katsuki to wear it around the house a bit over the weekend, to preserve it.

“I’m off for the night,” he told the receptionist, stopping to lean against the desk with a smile. “Last chance to give me paperwork.”

“You’re all up to date, Mister Deku,” she laughed. “Have a great weekend.”

“You too! Thanks for the hard work!”

Izuku felt lucky to have had so many short commutes in his lifetime. When Katsuki had picked out their house, he’d deliberately gone for somewhere that was close to the action – far enough from the city centre that they didn’t get villains knocking on their door, but also close enough to be useful to the most people. Conveniently, those were all the same factors that Izuku had looked for when he was picking an agency space – which meant instead of two hours in a packed train car, like some of his friends, it only took him a short trip on a much quieter line to get home. He was sure that would change at some point, the way he and Katsuki were moving away from being single-agency heroes, but it was nice to know that their headquarters was still close to home, and anything else could be dealt with when the time came.

When Izuku opened the front door, he found a familiar plushie waiting for him in the entryway. He sat perched on the edge of the step, with his big dopey arms wrapped around a rose, his perpetually angry face leaning against the wall for balance. Izuku couldn’t help but laugh, bending down to grab him in a hug, pressing his face into the fluffy, squishy spikes of hair.

“Did you miss me, Dakishinchi?” he grinned, giving the big doll a squeeze. “You’re so angry, I love you so much.”

A little envelope fell to the floor, and Izuku scooped it up, suddenly full of curiosity. Inside was a card with a dopey teddy bear on the front, and Izuku smiled to himself as he flipped it open.

Welcome home, nerd. I left you a snack in the kitchen, eat up.

Did Katsuki have plans for the night that Izuku had forgotten about? His car had been in the driveway when Izuku got back, though with the amount of public transport they both used, that didn’t really mean anything. Maybe he’d just ducked out for groceries or something and wanted Izuku to feel loved when he came home to an empty house, that was a pretty Katsuki thing to do.

He shifted Dakishinchi into one arm and headed for the kitchen, finding a little plate of strawberries and cherries laid out for him, each coated in chocolate, with pretty drizzles to boot. Katsuki had really gone all out for him – not to mention he wasn’t just letting Izuku eat chocolate without complaining at him the entire time, he was encouraging him to eat it. He must have been in a really good mood.

He leaned against the counter as he ate, picking up another card covered in hearts that Katsuki would call dorky if they saw it together in public. Inside was another short note, in that same handwriting that never failed to make Izuku smile – after all, it belonged to Kacchan.

I’m in the bedroom, come join me when you’ve eaten.

So that was it. Katsuki had come home exhausted and wanted a nap, and had gone through the effort of making Izuku feel loved when he came home to a quiet house. Not to mention he was being offered evening cuddles, most days he only got late night cuddles and early morning cuddles. That was hard to beat. He was so damn lucky.

He unloaded his pockets first, stashing his keys and wallet in their usual spot in a kitchen drawer, making sure his phone was silenced before he set that down too. He smiled to himself at the black-and-orange case that it wore, a little beaten up after taking a few falls at work, but still keeping the phone within in pristine condition. Katsuki really knew his stuff when it came to phone cases – Izuku supposed it made sense, considering how many had gotten blown up in middle school when he read a message that pissed him off.

He closed the drawer behind him – something Katsuki was particularly stubborn about, both for neatness and for potential burglars who didn’t realise who lived there – and started his way up the stairs, Dakishinchi and his pretty rose still clutched in one arm. The real Kacchan gave the best hugs, of course, but his giant Kacchan plushie was a close second.

The second floor was silent, and Izuku crept his way down the hall to keep from waking him, slowly cracking open the door. He peeked inside, searching for the warm lump that would be curled up all cosy, slumbering peacefully as he waited for Izuku to join him. If he was really lucky, Izuku could even have caught a glimpse of him snuggled up to Izuku’s pillow, like that one time he’d come home early unexpectedly.

Instead, Izuku found Katsuki wide awake, his jaw dropping with the realisation that Katsuki was lying there naked.

Kacchan, the real Kacchan, was lying bare-ass naked on their bed, waiting for him.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, making Katsuki break composure for a moment to snort at him.

“Happy anniversary,” he said quietly, adjusting slightly to make his pecs pop. “How was work?”

“Don’t start that small-talk shit with me,” Izuku laughed, stripping his hoodie off and tossing it at the hamper. “It’s not our anniversary.”

“It’s your anniversary.”

“We’re celebrating the day I almost died, now?”

“We’re celebrating the almost.”

Izuku shed his jeans and underwear in one go, leaving them in the middle of the floor even though he knew Katsuki would complain about it later, and dove onto the bed, dragging Katsuki into a kiss. He realised at the last second that there were rose petals on the mattress, all pretty and red, scattered over their duvet cover.

An old duvet cover, he found himself noticing. Stupid brain. He had a naked Kacchan in front of him and his brain had to dedicate thought power to duvet covers?

“For when we make a mess,” Katsuki smirked knowingly. “To keep the nice one clean.”

“I fucking love you.”

“You’re hot when you swear for me.”

He pulled Katsuki into another kiss, all hot and wet and frantic, and when their hips brushed together Katsuki let out a little hiss.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he whispered. “Planning and shit, making sure it would be perfect for you. I’m so glad it’s finally fucking time.”

“Fucking time,” Izuku giggled, despite the little pinch on the ass Katsuki gave him for it. “Sorry, I know, no word-play in bed.”

“We have plenty of other types of play on the menu, no need for the dumb one.”

“Fair,” Izuku grinned, holding Katsuki’s face in his hands and planting a kiss on his nose. “You’re really okay with this? You’re not scared you’ll hurt me, anymore?”

“I’ve seen you fight some pretty badass villains the past few weeks,” Katsuki admitted, smiling faintly. “After the first one I never wanted to let you back out there ever again. But you kept working, despite the aches and pains, and day by day I saw you get used to it again, saw you come home a little less exhausted and pained each time. I’m so damn proud of you, Deku. Izuku. I don’t tell you enough how amazing you are.”

“Oh Kacchan,” Izuku sniffled, hiding face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.”

Katsuki held him tightly as he hiccuped a little, rubbing his back, but as quickly as it began, Izuku was recovering again, distracted from the emotions by his hands roaming over Katsuki’s strong, toned back muscles.

“I was gonna stretch myself so we could get straight to it, but I thought you’d probably complain about missing out. Do you want to do it for me or watch?”

“I get to fuck Kacchan?”

“If you want to.”

“Fuck yes.”

“Okay,” Katsuki smirked. “So? Should I do it myself?”

“That does sound hot,” Izuku hummed. “But I wanna take care of Kacchan.”

“Alright, nerd.”

“Lie down, get comfy.”

Izuku fussed with their pillows as Katsuki lay back, making sure he was comfortable and supported, then with a bottle of lube in hand he crawled to the bottom of the bed, spreading Katsuki’s legs apart. He almost moaned when he saw everything, freshly cleaned and neatly trimmed just for him, immediately leaning in to lick a stripe across Katsuki’s hole.

“Fuck!” Katsuki hissed. “A little warning, nerd.”

Izuku didn’t bother to argue, just licked again, longer and slower, watching Katsuki squirm at the touch. Katsuki gave up complaining, instead lifting his hands to grab at the headboard, squeezing so hard Izuku worried it might crack.

“Relax for me, baby,” Izuku whispered. “Deep breaths.”

Katsuki obeyed, and Izuku matched him breath for breath, slow and steady and perfectly in sync. They were partners, after all. In every sense of the word.

“I love you,” Izuku reminded him. “Let me take good care of you.”

“Only if you fuckin’ hurry up about it.”

“Your wish is my command, Mister Impatient.”

Izuku leaned in closer, flattening his tongue over Katsuki’s hole and teasing it with his touch. He licked a trail around the rim and gently pressed inside, just a little, to make Katsuki squirm again. Thick thighs clamped down on his head when he started to move, holding him in place, and Izuku laughed despite the way his cock leaked a little beneath him – how the hell was his boyfriend so damn hot?

“Make sure you stop if you need to,” Katsuki choked out, barely audible between the little gasps and huffs as Izuku continued to tease his asshole. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine Kacchan, I promise.”

“I know, but if.”

“I’ll let you know if anything gets sore,” Izuku assured him. “Now be a good boy and relax, let me focus on making you feel good.”

Katsuki’s hands tangled in green curls, but his thighs loosened up a little in return, so Izuku let it be. As long as he didn’t start pulling they were still fine, but Katsuki did have a habit of grabbing onto him at night then rolling over in his sleep and almost yanking his hair out in the process.

“I’m gonna stick a finger in now,” Izuku warned him, squirting out some lube. “Try to relax for me, baby.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Never.”

As one finger toyed at Katsuki’s rim, the other hand slid up to his hip, holding firmly as he coaxed Katsuki open. His thumb caressed Katsuki’s hip bone, feeling the raised line of an old scar that ran down his side, and with a world of effort, Katsuki’s legs relaxed a little. It was kind of cute, Izuku thought, that Katsuki had to try so hard to relax. He had never been someone who gave up control easily, and Izuku knew it had to have taken a lot for him to have given Izuku charge of their first time together.

“Thank you for doing this,” he whispered, making gentle motions in and out with his slick finger. “I love you Kacchan, I’m so happy we’re doing this.”

“I’ve wanted to for a long time,” Katsuki admitted, his grip loosening to stroke Izuku’s hair a little more tenderly. “It’s been hard.”

“Isn’t that us though?” Izuku cracked a smile. “We always take a long time to get anywhere, but when we do, it’s perfect.”

“We’ll see about that,” Katsuki teased. “Come on nerd, I did all this romantic shit for you, now stretch me.”

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled fondly. “Just relax for me, I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know you will.”

One finger quickly turned to two, and Katsuki moaned when Izuku gently curled them, pressing a little deeper. He repeated the motion just to hear it again, and Katsuki didn’t disappoint, throwing his head back and blushing a pretty shade of pink when another one burst out of him. Izuku took advantage of the moment of pliability, rising to his knees, propping Katsuki’s thighs up on his own. The movement spread Katsuki’s legs a little wider and tilted his hips up, giving Izuku a perfect angle to rub his dick across Katsuki’s hole.

“You want this?” he asked, stretching Katsuki a little wider. “Want me to fuck your little hole?”

“Yes,” Katsuki said breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck me.”

“Think you can fit all of me in your cute little butt?”

“Yeah.”

Izuku smiled to himself, slotting a third finger inside and watching Katsuki’s soft expression morph into another long moan.

“Feels good, huh?” Izuku smiled. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. Sorry I made you wait so long.”

“Made me?” Katsuki snorted, raising his head slowly like it was the most herculean task in the world. “You would have fucked me a year ago if I’d let you.”

“I was the injured one, though.”

“I don’t care about waiting, I just care that you’re okay.”

“I love you, Kacchan.”

“Then fuck me, asshole.”

Izuku laughed brightly, and Katsuki couldn’t help but crack a smile too. He’d tried his best to make it all sappy and romantic like it was “supposed” to be, but he should have known it would never turn out that way. It was them, it was always going to be teasing and arguing and waiting way too long.

The click of a plastic cap made Katsuki’s dick perk up, well attuned to the sound of the lube bottle. They’d fooled around before, of course – they were no stranger to a messy handjob with too much lube in the middle of a make-out session – but the thought of finally going all the way had him more excited than he thought he’d ever been.

Izuku squirted a generous amount onto his cock, jumping a little at the sensation, and Katsuki subtly shifted his legs a little wider again to give him plenty of room to navigate. Moving so slowly that Katsuki began to worry he’d need re-stretching, Izuku finally began to line himself up with Katsuki’s hole, his hands so damn gentle as he shifted Katsuki into the right place. He even reached for a pillow, propping Katsuki’s hips up more comfortably, it was all sickeningly caring. But finally, finally, Izuku began to press his way inside, and Katsuki clutched at the duvet cover to keep from tearing his own hair out.

“Does it hurt?” Izuku asked knowingly, stopping immediately. “I can wait.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Katsuki hissed. “Stick it in me now.”

“Okay, okay,” Izuku smiled, barely holding back a laugh. “Relax again, I can’t do it when you’re tense.”

Katsuki grumbled under his breath, but all the same he took a deep breath, letting his body sink into the pillow and the mattress.

And yeah, okay, it was more comfortable with the pillow. Fucking Deku.

Izuku began to move again, watching Katsuki’s face for any sign of pain or discomfort, but Katsuki schooled his features into an unmoving mask. Izuku reached out, stroking his cheek, and Katsuki grunted at the touch.

“Kacchan,” Izuku whispered, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”

“Haaah? Of course I fucking want to. Hurry the fuck up about it, you damn nerd. Just don’t fucking look at my face.”

“Why not? I love your face.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Is that the problem?” Izuku grinned, kissing his lips next. “You’re embarrassed.”

“Fucking obviously.”

“Don’t be, Kacchan. I love you, I want to see you enjoy this, okay? Let me see your pretty face, let me hear how much you like it.”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me.”

“I would never,” Izuku assured him. “This is us, Kacchan. We’re a team.”

“I know,” Katsuki nodded faintly, moving one hand back to Izuku’s hair. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

Katsuki’s eyes fell closed again when Izuku’s lips met his, and slowly, gently, Izuku shifted his hips again. As their tongues met, Izuku slid a gentle hand under Katsuki’s thigh, using it as leverage to close the last little gap between them. Katsuki hummed faintly, and Izuku drank the sound in, giving Katsuki’s body time to adjust as they kissed lazily.

“Feel okay?” he asked, when they parted for a moment. “Sore?”

“Feels fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki snorted. “I don’t lie to you, you know that.”

“I know,” Izuku agreed. “I’m gonna try moving, okay? If it hurts, tell me.”

“I will.”

Izuku began to pull out, a slow slide aided by probably-too-much lube, and Katsuki reached up, fumbling for his hand. Izuku shifted his weight to free it up, lacing their fingers together, and gave him a little squeeze of reassurance. Katsuki let out the tiniest moan in the world, and Izuku took it as an invitation, pulling back a little quicker and watching Katsuki nod quickly.

“Good?”

“So much better.”

“I’m gonna move a bit faster.”

“Please.”

Izuku grinned, planting a little kiss on Katsuki’s lips, and Katsuki’s face burned bright red as realisation hit him.

“So cute,” Izuku praised, before he could take it back or deny it. “Love it when you’re eager. Thank you, baby.”

“Faster.”

“Please?”

“Fuck you.”

Izuku laughed, but all the same he pulled the rest of the way back, making sure he was still lined up perfectly before he thrust his hips forward.

“Again,” Katsuki demanded, squeezing his hand extra tight. “Do it again.”

“Just try to stay relaxed and I’ll keep going, okay?”

“I swear to God, nerd, start fucking me now.”

With a little huff, Izuku pulled all the way out, a little amused by the way Katsuki grumbledin response. He grabbed Katsuki by the hips and flipped him onto his stomach, pressing him into the mattress, and Katsuki whined when Izuku spanked him lightly.

“You’re such a little brat,” he whispered, leaning right in close to Katsuki’s ear. “So spoiled.”

“Fuck.”

Izuku straddled the strong legs, pulling him back to an angle he could work with, and when he thrust roughly back in, Katsuki nearly choked on his own spit. All complaints were gone immediately, Izuku wasn’t entirely sure that Katsuki even remembered how to speak, and quickly he began to lose himself in the thrusts, pounding heavily into Katsuki’s ass and feeling the walls clench tight around him in response.

“There’s my good boy,” he praised, moving a little quicker. “Should’ve known you just needed a good fucking to make you stop complaining.”

Katsuki wanted to protest, but his brain refused to co-operate, too busy revelling in the sweet feel of Izuku’s dick fucking him up. He’d debated for a long time which of them should be on top when they finally got the chance to have sex, but in that moment he knew for sure that he’d made the right decision – how the fuck did it feel so good to have a dick in his ass?

Katsuki’s legs crept wider again, letting Izuku slot himself in closer, one hand sliding up his spine and making him shiver. Izuku’s touch was so warm, so tender, and the way he pressed down ever so slightly, holding Katsuki against the mattress, somehow made it that much hotter.

He rocked back a little, meeting the next thrust, and Izuku made no move to stop him. He adjusted his pace to match, working in tandem, adding a little more impact with every thrust. Katsuki’s mouth fell open on ragged breaths, barely lucid enough to keep himself from drooling all over the pillow, his mind pleasantly light and foggy for once in his life – every worry, every concern, every entry on his endless to-do list, they’d all just vanished in an instant, replaced only by the need to keep impaling himself on Izuku’s dick.

A warm hand reached around his hip, and long, tender fingers curled around his shaft. He knew every scar, every callus, every little twist of a joint on those fingers; had nursed them back to health after injuries, held them between his hands on cold days to keep them from getting stiff, and yeah, he’d felt them on his cock before, too. They’d been together for almost a year, surely it would be a surprise to no one that he knew what Izuku’s hand felt like on his dick.

The grip slid down toward his tip, moving in time with their frantic thrusts, and before Katsuki knew it, his head was filling with a high pitched whine, his body completely shutting down. His entire body felt numb except for the insane relief of finally cumming – all over the bed and Izuku’s hand, but in the moment, he didn’t even care. He felt warmth shoot through him, but his body was jelly, falling breathless into his pillow.

“You okay?” Izuku asked, chest heaving. “Kacchan? Say something. Look at me.”

“Mmmmn.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Nnnn.”

Izuku laced his fingers through Katsuki’s lightly, feeling the slightly clammy grip against his.

“Squeeze once if you’re hurt, twice if you’re okay.”

The fingers twitched against him, gently squeezing him once, then after what felt like the longest second of his life, twice.

“Just tired?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay,” Izuku smiled fondly, wiggling into the vacant space beside him and gently holding out his arms. “Cuddles, then?”

Katsuki rolled over slightly, just enough to let Izuku pull him in closer, sighing contentedly as he nuzzled into Izuku’s neck.

“S’good,” he murmured faintly.

“You feel good?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I’m glad. Me too. You’re so sexy, Kacchan. Thank you for doing all this.”

“Never felt so good,” Katsuki sighed, finally finding the strength to lift an arm, flopping it over Izuku’s body in an attempt at a hug. “Fuck, Deku.”

“Good,” Izuku giggled. “You’re so cute like this, Kacchan.”

“Shuddup.”

Izuku combed his fingers through Katsuki’s hair lightly, making him shiver, and rubbed gentle circles on his scalp, just the way he knew his Kacchan liked it.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered, planting a kiss on Katsuki’s flushed cheek. “You’ve been taking care of me for a year, so now I’m gonna look after you. So just give in, okay? Let yourself feel good, don’t worry about anything, for as long as it lasts.”

“M’safe,” Katsuki hummed, snuggling in a little closer.

“Yeah, you’re safe, of course you are.”

“Wasn’t a question.”

Izuku smiled to himself, squeezing Katsuki a little tighter to his chest.

“Yeah,” he said again, regardless. “I’m glad you feel safe with me.”

“Course.”

Izuku stayed there for a long while, alternating between stroking lightly up Katsuki’s sweaty spine and playing with his hair, and every time Katsuki shivered at his touch, he catalogued it away for the future, recording each and every movement Izuku could make that made Katsuki’s body feel good. Katsuki had done so much, after all – the least Izuku could do was fuck his brains out and give him snuggles after.

“Let’s go take a bath,” Izuku suggested, when Katsuki became a little more coherent. “We can have a long, hot soak in the tub together, then I’ll change the duvet and we can snuggle all night long.”

“Gotta eat dinner,” Katsuki grumbled. “At some point.”

“We’ll get up when we get hungry,” Izuku nodded. “We’ll take a nap, then have dinner, then we can go back to bed when we’re tired again. Isn’t that why you picked a Friday?”

“Kinda,” Katsuki admitted, finally raising his head to meet Izuku’s fond gaze. “In case it hurt, mostly. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Izuku assured him. “Not a single pain or cramp whatsoever. You?”

“My butt hurts,” he huffed. “And you need to clean your damn cum out of me.”

“Deal. Bath time?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed, wrapping his arms around Izuku’s neck. “Carry me, nerd.”

“Okay!”

“Wait, no, you’re meant to complain.”

“Too late!”

Izuku scooped him up gleefully, cradling in his arms like he weighed as much as a damn cat, and Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh as Izuku happily carted him off to their bathroom like it was the best moment of his life.

“I love you,” he said softly, leaning his head on Izuku’s shoulder.

“I love you too, Kacchan!”

“And I’m sure as hell not waiting a year for the next time.”

“Thank God.”