He hums when Izuku deepens the kiss, blond lashes fluttering and struggling to open against sleep as the sounds of their kisses echo with growing wetness.
When Kacchan can no longer keep his head up, Izuku’s scarred fingers reach up to caress his face, keeping him there.
When Kacchan can no longer keep his head up, Izuku’s scarred fingers reach up to caress his face, keeping him there.
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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…”
It’s a word that always has its most effect on Kacchan. Along with “my husband” that Izuku always throws around at any opportunity while out in public or work, ring flashing at the cameras.
He doesn’t realize he’s picking up pace until he hears the fleshy slap of Kacchan’s cheeks, who is panting now.