Judging by the darkness of their bedroom, Izuku knows that dawn is still hours away, watching as moonlight dances on the scars of Kacchan’s outstretched arm.
His other arm is draped on the bed alongside it, a halo of moonlight making the wedding band on Kacchan’s finger glow.
His other arm is draped on the bed alongside it, a halo of moonlight making the wedding band on Kacchan’s finger glow.
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Kacchan finally begins to stir, face turning against Izuku’s and drowsily accepting the lips the pull him into a slow, gentle kiss.
When Kacchan can no longer keep his head up, Izuku’s scarred fingers reach up to caress his face, keeping him there.
He finally becomes aware of Izuku’s hard cock pressed against him, how the tip leaks and smears pre on the dimples of his lower back.
He smiles against Izuku’s lips, eyes still closed.
Kacchan huffs a laugh into Izuku’s mouth, which has grown hungrier.
They both gasp into each other’s mouths as he slides in, Kacchan still soft and wet from earlier even though he still squeezes around Izuku.
He doesn’t release Kacchan’s face, whose red eyes peek under pale lashes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as Izuku’s long, thick cock drags in and out of him.
“Beautiful…”