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Chapter Eleven
Izuku muttered to himself as Bakugo left, feeling somewhat frustrated. As stubborn as he was, the only thing that was keeping him from pouting even more was the fact that he understood why Bakugo was holding back.
Izuku finally got his bearings back, his mind no longer fuzzy and his hormones no longer raging, and the realization that they’d just made-out properly finally hit him. He groaned into his hands, burying his face into them, his fingers digging into his already flushed cheeks. it was one thing to have a crush… but to have your crush kiss you like that, on top of you, and in bed no less - how the hell could he get through the rest of his recovery with his sanity intact?!
He lay there for a long time, his thoughts and imagination running away with themselves as he remembered every touch to his skin, every flick of Bakugo’s tongue, the weight, the heat, the burnt caramel scent of his body, everything. The memory made the flush on his cheeks deepen, and he realized that his body had slowly, but stubbornly, started to get turned on again. He groaned into his hands again, wanting nothing more than some relief.
Bakugo returned with a warm washcloth, he tossed it to Izuku, so he could clean up the come that had dried on his stomach.
Izuku caught the washcloth, flushing in embarrassment. He hadn’t even fully realized that come was still covering his bare stomach, he’d been too caught up in the memories of their intense kiss and the way it had affected him. “Thanks” he muttered softly, his blush deepening, as he started cleaning himself up, trying to ignore the way his body was still reacting to the memories of Bakugo and his kiss.
"I should check your wound. Make sure you didn't pull anything during... Well during..." Katsuki stated, gesturing at Izuku's lower half.
Izuku quickly wiped himself clean, feeling awkward that he had to clean such a mess up in front of his partner. “I-I think it’s fine, probably. I don’t think I pulled anything,” he murmured, shifting slightly on the bed, trying to avoid jostling the wound on his ass.
"Uh huh," Bakugo stated sarcastically, "Yeah, not buying it. On your front."
Izuku gave a nervous and an embarrassed swallow, but did as he was told, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face into the pillows. “It’s gonna hurt isn’t it?” he mumbled.
Katsuki smirked to himself, leaned over Izuku's body, letting his chest brush Izuku's back and whispered huskily in his ear, "...Only if you want it to..." He quickly backed up before he could get carried away, taking grip on the waistband of Izuku's shorts.
The unexpected whisper in his ear, the feeling of Bakugo’s chest dragging across his back, the proximity of him, even if only for a moment… It all made Izuku’s body instantly react, his heart rate picking up, and his ears and cheeks turning a dark shade of red… which he was grateful was hidden by the pillows. But the feeling of Bakugo’s fingers in his waistband, and the implication that he might pull his shorts down, made Izuku flush even darker. “I-it’s not funny to tease, Kacchan” he muttered.
Smirking, Bakugo eased down Izuku's shorts, exposing his bare ass and the bandage on it. "What makes you think I'm teasing?"
Izuku let out a strangled little noise as his ass was exposed, his cheeks flushing dark red again. He mumbled incoherently into the pillows, embarrassed at how much he reacted and at being put in such an intimate position.
He finally managed to form a coherent sentence. “B-because I can practically feel your smirk.."
"Just because I'm grinning doesn't mean I'm teasing... Maybe I'm just happy..." He leaned back over, again whispering in Izuku's ear. "... And maybe I mean it."
Izuku let out a soft little sound as his back was exposed, the feeling of Bakugo’s breath on his skin making his spine tingle and his hair stand up. He couldn’t stop a shiver from running across his skin as he trembled beneath Bakugo, trying so hard to ignore how his body was reacting to everything, and struggling to keep a hold of the last shred of his sanity that kept it from fully reacting the way he wanted it to.
Watching Izuku's reaction carefully, Bakugo pressed a lingering kiss to Izuku's spine as he started to ease off the bandage, hopefully distracting Izuku enough from the care he was administering at the same time.
Izuku let out a strangled little whimper as he felt the kiss on his spine, it was like it had sent an electric sensation through his skin.
Thankfully the gentle distraction of Bakugo’s mouth was enough to make the removal of the bandage tolerable, only letting a light hiss escape between his clenched teeth. Although the feeling of Bakugo’s fingers trailing along his back and the heat of his body hovering over him did make it increasingly harder for Izuku to keep himself still and under control.
"Stay still, Deku," Bakugo whispered. "Stay still or I stop."
Izuku had to force himself to stop, and to stay still. The urge to arch up against Bakugo, and seek more of the feeling of his tongue and lips on his skin was strong... But he obeyed the command, forcing himself to stay still, as his breathing was coming out in soft, quick pants, the pain from the wound on his butt already forgotten.
While easing the bandage off completely, Bakugo slowly made a trail of sensual kisses, licks, sucks and playful nips all the way down Izuku's spin, until he reached the apex of his ass.
Izuku had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from making sounds. His body trembled constantly as it fought the urge to arch up and move against Bakugo’s body as he made a trail of slow, but oh so wonderful kisses and licks down his spine.
Eventually he couldn’t hold his tongue back anymore, his body was getting too worked up. “H-h-haah… k-kaachan… n-no more teasing, p-p-please…”
"Told you. I'm not teasing... It's not teasing if I have every intention of taking action." He smirked, before slipping his tongue into Izuku's ass crack.
For a moment Izuku’s brain froze from the sudden, unexpected feeling, a sharp, surprised gasp escaping his lips, followed by a soft moan, and a low ‘ahh!’. It took him a few breaths and seconds to get a hold of his thoughts and form actual words. ”Oh, g-g-god… s-so suddenly…”
Bakugo's silent chuckle sent a cool breeze over the damp area. But he didn't stop. Licking slowly lower, while his eyes and fingers inspected the wound. Happy to find it didn't look irritated.
Izuku could hardly keep himself still. With every slow, almost lazy swipe of Bakugo’s tongue over him, he felt his stomach tighten more and more. His body fighting to keep still, and his breathing coming in small, shaky pants* “A-ah… K-kacchan... f-feels s-so good…”
One handed, Bakugo reached for a clean bandage. His tongue moving slowly towards Izuku's entrance.
Izuku trembled against the bed sheets, his mouth falling open on a gasp as he felt Bakugo’s tongue covering a more and more sensitive area. He was almost shaking, struggling to keep still, and fighting down a mixture of whimpers and moans of need. The sensations and feelings going through his body overwhelming everything else, leaving his mind blank and fuzzy.
Bandage in place, Bakugo placed a kiss to the small of Izuku's back and sat back on his haunches, a little breathless. "There. All done... See, that didn't hurt, did it?"
It took a moment for Izuku to respond, trying to get his brain to focus was hard, when all it really wanted to do was chase more of the pleasure he had been feeling. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked over his shoulder, finding his eyes drawn to Bakugo sitting up between his legs. “N-n-no…” he shook his head, “I-It didn’t…. h-hurt at all…”
Bakugo grinned, his chest was heaving, clearly trying to push down his own excitement. "Told you!" he said, smugly.
Izuku swallowed, looking his partner’s body over. His eyes slowly going over his chest, and travelling down his body. The way his breathing was quick, the way his muscles were tense, the way he was clearly sitting on his haunches to conceal the effect his actions had had on him...
Izuku bit his lip, thinking about how his body was reacting, and how his own… needs… hadn’t been seen to yet... feeling his tongue suddenly feel thick and rough in his mouth.
“Kacchan….” *he said, his voice thick, but soft. The way he was sitting, his knees bent and spread slightly, made it very clear that his body was also very affected by what was going on. He bit his lip again, shifting his hips a little in a small hint for Bakugo to come closer.
A breath caught in Bakugo's throat... "N-now who's the one doing the teasing?"
Izuku smiled, a small little innocent smile, despite the fact that he’d been doing it on purpose. He shifted his body, spreading his legs a little more and arching his back, fully on display.
“Not teasing.” *he said gently, looking up at Bakugo with his innocent, but also heated emerald gaze, “It's not teasing if I fully intend to act on it.”
Bakugo near-on growled, as his own words were used against him. "God Deku, you're going to be the death of me..."
He leant forward and covered Izuku's body with his own, his hardness pressing against Izuku's butt. "I really, really can't wait till you're all healed up."
“Kacchan…” Izuku whimpered softly, his body trembling slightly as it was pinned down under Bakugo’s, “please….” He rolled his hips a little, feeling the pressure against him and unable to stop himself from wanting more, but he knew he had to wait, that they both had to wait.
Bakugo dropped his head, nipping at Izuku's neck. "You really are trying to kill me aren't you?" He couldn't help but grind lightly against Izuku.
Izuku gasped and tilted his head, arching up into the touch and enjoying the feeling of Bakugo nipping and sucking at the skin on his neck. his hips lifted up into Bakugo’s, trying to get that friction he wanted so badly. He clutched tighter to the blanket, whimpering and letting out little sounds of pleasure.
Bakugo groaned... He would have given his right arm for Izuku to be all healed up and healthy... Or for the wound to be elsewhere where he didn't have to be afraid of pulling at it, now it had started healing. He was probably already pushing his luck just grinding against it.
He groaned again, his time remorseful. He had to get a hold of himself. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt Deku. Not after everything... He reluctantly pulled back. "I'm sorry.... I just can't... Not yet..."
Izuku whined softly in protest, not wanting the feeling to stop. He felt hot all over and his body ached for more, and he wanted nothing more than to give into the urge and chase more of that pleasure. He opened his mouth, about to argue, but knew there was not point.
He closed his eyes and nodded. “I know…” he panted softly* “I-I know…”
Bakugo collapsed down next to Izuku, on his side facing him, holding out his arm in a silent offer.
Izuku shifted, rolling onto his side and shifting closer to Bakugo, pressing up against him and snuggling into the offered arm. He buried his face into Bakugo’s neck again, breathing in his scent and relaxing in his hold. “This sucks…” he mumbled, pouting.
Bakugo ran gentle fingers up and down Izuku's spine. He chuckled softly, stating, "Not yet... but I will do, soon..."
Izuku groaned at the teasing, “Mean,” he mumbled against Bakugo’s neck in a pout, before he started pressing light, gentle kisses against the skin there. The feeling of Bakugo’s fingers against his back felt nice and soothing, making him relax in his partner's hold even more.
"Hey, at least you got off earlier." Bakugo said, not complaining, just stating a fact. As ill advised as it was he had made Izuku come and had been suffering the effects of his own build up ever since. He hid a kiss in Izuku's hair.
Izuku shifted a little, pressing closer as he continued placing light, feathery kisses against any skin he could get his lips on. He hummed softly in agreement with what Bakugo had said, recalling how amazing he’d felt when his partner had pushed him over the edge. “Yeah….” he mumbled into his skin, “But I want you to feel good too…”
"I do feel good," he said, cupping Izuku's cheek, lifting his head so he could look Izuku in those big soulful eyes. "I didn't think that I'd ever be able to have this... With you... Not after... How I was..."
He cleared his throat to stop the threatening breaking. "So, this is enough for me... For now. So, let it go."
Izuku felt his heart squeeze in his chest when Bakugo spoke, his voice softer than he’d ever heard it before, and the confession made his insides feel warm and fuzzy, his heart fluttering in his chest.
“Oh Kacchan….” he whispers, wrapping an arm around his partner’s waist and pulling him closer. He buried his face into Bakugo’s neck again, kissing the skin there gently, “I still want to make you feel the same as I just felt though…”
"Jeez, you don't let up do you?"
Izuku pulled away from Bakugo’s neck, looking at him with big, puppy dog eyes. “Please, Kacchan…” he whined, pouting. He knew full well it worked every damn time. He'd used this look on his partner too many times in the past to count. it always worked every single time without fail.
"Don't." Bakugo pleaded, closing his eyes so he didn't have to see the longing in Izuku's huge green eyes. Izuku knew damn well that looks would be his undoing. "You're not playing fair here. That's cheating!"
Izuku watched as Bakugo closed his eyes and knew he was fighting against the pull of the look, struggling to prevent himself from caving into Izuku’s pleas. His bottom lip quivered in a pout and he let out a little huff, pushing himself up onto his elbow to hover over Bakugo, staring down at him with puppy dog eyes. “Please… please let me, Kacchan…” he begged. Damn right he was cheating, but he didn’t care, not if it meant he’d get to make Bakugo feel good, especially after what he’d just done to him.
"Deku!" It was a warning, but there was no weight to it. He kept his eyes firmly closed.
Izuku’s pout deepened at the warning. He decided to test the waters, see how far he could push. He placed a hand on Bakugo’s chest, feeling his strong muscles under the skin. He slowly, gently began letting his hand trail down his chest, down to his abdomen. “Please, Kacchan… I really want to…” he whined, his tone light and innocent, despite his actions.
Bakugo let out a staggered gasp, and groaned. His control was slipping and he knew it...
"Izu-" He couldn't even get the word out, his throat was too tight, like it was rebelling against him. Taking Izuku's side. The traitor.
Izuku took Bakugo’s gasp and low groan as a good sign, grinning to himself as he continued to slowly let his hand trail lower. His hand reached his partner's hip, moving across to the waistband of his boxers.
“Yeah, Kacchan?” he asked, feigning innocence. He hooked two fingers into the elastic of the underwear, pausing there.
"Pl-leas-se..."
He tugged on the elastic, pulling the material away from Bakugo’s hip, his fingertips just barely touching underneath. He stared down at his partner, his eyes filled with desire and hunger as he watched his face, waiting for his response.
“Please what, Kacchan?” he teased, leaning down and getting close to his ear, his voice lowering to speak in a low, sultry tone, “You’ll need to actually tell me what you want...”
"Pl-lease... st-stop... I-I- we c-can't... I..." His whole body was tensed as a coiled spring, ready to explode at the tiniest touch. He was so hard it was hurting. He shivered as Izuku's hand slipped closer to his trigger.
Izuku bit down on his lip to prevent himself from giggling in excitement and satisfaction. to see Bakugo in such a disheveled and desperate state because of him, was a big boost to his ego. He continued with his teasing, pulling the elastic of Bakugo boxers away from his hip even more, his fingers just barely grazing the sensitive skin underneath.
“Stop?” He questioned. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
It took the last remains of his self control to nod a 'yes'. Not that he wanted Izuku to stop, quite the opposite, but if he didn't, if he let Izuku continue...
Izuku smirked a little, seeing the visible effort Bakugo was putting into control his need and want, which was both hot and a nice boost to his ego. “You don't look sure... and I really want to touch you...” he teased, letting his lips brush across skin by Bakugo’s neck.
With a groan Bakugo realized Izuku wasn't going to take no for an answer, especially when the Nerd was probably fully aware Bakugo didn't even mean it.
Izuku smirked a little more, knowing his partner's resolve was braking. The hand on Bakugo’s hip slowly began moving again, moving lower and lower but at a painfully slow speed. His lips began moving across his neck, peppering with small, slow, gentle kisses. “You don’t have to fight it, Kacchan… I know you don’t actually want to stop…”
Bakugo's erection twitched in anticipation, a groan fell uncontrolled from lips parted lips.
Encouraged, Izuku’s hand moved lower, his fingers skimming the edge of the elastic of his boxers, gently tugging at it. His lips continued sucking and kissing Bakugo’s neck, nipping the skin here and there, giving little hints to what he was desperate to do. “I really don’t want to stop, either… I want you so badly…” he half-whine, half-muttered in between kisses.
Bakugo growled deep in his throat. He hated that Izuku was right. Hated that Izuku had this power over him. Hated that his body was betraying him, displaying all his wants to Izuku against his will... Hated that Izuku was right.
Izuku bit his lip, forcing himself not to chuckle at the growling, loving the effect he was having on his partner. He was taking a great sense of pride in turning the usually so dominant and confident Bakugo into a trembling mess, under his touch. “Kacchan. I know exactly what you want… you need… your body is being so honest, so open. You can’t hide it…”
He began slowly sliding his hand under the elastic of the boxers, letting his fingers touch, gently graze across the sensitive skin. “You’re already hard and leaking just from this… from my hands, my lips, from my words. You want this.”
Bakugo wanted to deny it. Reached to fight it. But it would be a lie. Izuku was his weakness - his kryptonite... and the damn Nerd now knew it.
Izuku smirked as Bakugo’s silence confirmed what he already knew. Still continuing the slow, deliberate kisses to Bakugo’s neck, Izuku reached his hand under the fabric of his boxers and finally closed it around his length, giving a small, slow, gentle squeeze.
Bakugo's groan was so bassy it came out like a low growl. His hips twitched out of his control. His body instinctually seeking more.
“You’re so sensitive, Kacchan," Izuku breathed into Katsuki's neck. "Reacting so strongly from just a simple touch…” He began slowly pumping his hand, his grip still loose for now. Bakugo’s reaction just fuelling his ego and confidence.
Bakugo's mind was sparking, but he fought to hold back, to remain still. Refusing to give in, no matter how far Izuku pushed him. He wouldn't jostle Izuku and risk irritating his wounds.
Izuku could tell that Bakugo was fighting it, still trying to be defiant and hold back, resisting how Izuku was making him feel. that just would not do*
“Nuh-uh, don’t hold back. I want you to feel everything, I want to hear you, all the sounds you’ll make, the way you respond. Don’t hide it, Kacchan.” He began speeding up his motions, pumping him a bit faster.
Bakugo threw his head back a loud, nearly pained sounding gasp escaping him. His breathing became erratic, his body was sweating. So close, he was so close, already.
Izuku’s eyes widened upon seeing Bakugo throw his head back, listening intently as the sounds of his gasps and harsh breathing hit his ears. He felt his heart race, he hadn’t expected Bakugo to be this reactive, this close to the edge already.
“Oh my god… Kacchan, you’re so far gone… you're close, aren't you?…” He thumbed the tip, spreading the liquid that was leaking.
Bakugo buried his head into Izuku's shoulder, his hips instinctually thrusting into Izuku's hand out of his control.
Izuku smirked at how eager Bakugo was, desperate for more of his touch. It was such a wonderful feeling, knowing that the usually so cocky and arrogant Bakugo was now a trembling, whimpering mess because of him. “That’s it, don’t hold back… let go.. Let go, Kacchan...”
He pumped him, a bit faster and a bit tighter, feeling how Bakugo’s hips were bucking into his touch desperately.
Bakugo's body tensed. Izuku gasped as a Warm splatter coated his fist, coating his fingers in the thick white ribbons. He watched Bakugo, a shiver running through him as he listened to his name being panted his name like a prayer and felt his body shudder and twitch.
Bakugo went limp, slumping against him, fighting for breath as his body twitched out the aftershocks.
With the sound of heavy breathing filling his ears, Izuku was almost overwhelmed with a wave of arousal and need, but he squashed down the rising feelings and focused on Katsuki. “You okay?” he asked, as he carefully tucked him back into his boxers.
Bakugo's panting, paused as he swallowed, trying to find his voice... It wasn't there, so he settled for nodding instead, as his panting continued.
Izuku chuckled softly. The sight of a trembling, sweaty, panting, nonverbal Bakugo was something that Izuku knew would be burned into his memory for years to come. it was satisfying to see how gone and affected the blond was.
“You look a mess.” he commented, amusement in his voice with a hint of affection. “But it’s a damn good look on you. I’m going to enjoy knowing I did that.”
"Die" Bakugo managed to get out, his voice broken.
Izuku chuckled again at the weak insincere threat. Katsuki probably wanted to say so much more, but he was still too breathless and spent to manage more than one word.
Bakugo flopped onto his back, as he struggled to gain control of his breathing and slow his heart rate. He'd have to shower, he could smell the nitroglycerin in his sweat on his skin.
Izuku couldn’t help himself and reached up to run his hand through Bakugo’s messy, sweaty hair, running his fingers through it until he was satisfied that Bakugo had recovered. The blond seemed exhausted, and Izuku knew Bakugo was bound to fall asleep pretty quickly.
“I think that’s my cue to clean you up” he said, glancing down at the drying mess on his hand.
Bakugo cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And how're you gonna manage that when you can't even walk without help?"
Izuku pouted. “I’m not the one too weak to stand right now…” he shot back. Technically he wouldn’t be able to stand properly and walk on his own at the moment, so he’d need help cleaning up, but Izuku was not going to admit that.
"And who's fault is that? I told you not to."
Izuku huffed, but he was stubborn and not going to let Bakugo win this argument. ”You should’ve stopped me, if you didn’t like it,” he retorted back.
"Never said I didn't like it."
Izuku’s eyes widened, his brain short-circuiting at Bakugo’s nonchalant admission. Izuku knew he should’ve expected it… the evidence of just how much Bakugo had liked what he was doing was literally sticky on his hand. ”You… liked it?” His voice was a bit wobbly and shaky. He didn’t know why he was so shocked.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, not dignifying that with a response. Instead he climbed off the bed. Stretch all the aches from his muscles, which protested to being tensed for so long.
Crossing over to Izuku's side of the bed, he offered his hand, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You wanna come shower, or not?"
Izuku's heart thump and flutter, as a little shiver of excitement runs down his spine. The offer was dangerous, but his body was thrumming with need and he couldn’t resist it, so he looked up at Bakugo and tentatively placed his hand in the blond’s. “…Yes”
Bakugo eased him to his feet and taking most of his weight, let Izuku set the pace as they made their way into the bathroom.