At the tightness, Izuku slowly works Kacchan open, groaning in pleasure as the blond sleepily meets thrusts.
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…”
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…”
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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.
He pulls Kacchan into another kiss, apologetic for his inability to ever hold back when it comes to the love of his life.
It’s been this way since the moment Izuku chased after him after their graduation celebration, calling out his name.
Izuku, unable to hold back anymore, had been too impatient to express with words his overwhelming feelings for Kacchan, simply deciding to show him.
Even injured, Izuku would not hold himself back from making love to Kacchan.