Dislocated both my legs at sparring and broke my left arm, but HEY GUYS. I AM OFFICIALLY BACK.
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Katsuki is irritated, and even that is an understatement.

Not only did Izuku carry him around the house like a goddamn infant, but he kept peppering him in light kisses everywhere- his mouth, eyelids, the tip of his nose, one or two on his brow, chin, jaw, and even sneaking in a single peck on his collarbone to throw into the pile. Not that Katsuki didn't mind the kisses at all (in fact, he fucking savored all of them as if it were his favorite thing to do), it's just it left him fucking hot and bothered down there.

And Izuku- how fucking dare that shitty nerd - didn't even seem to notice how uncomfortably tight Bakugou's  pants were getting just by him looking at the outline of his hard-earned muscles below the silky, paper-thin pajama top he wore, or to feel the subtle bulge of his groin pressing up on Katsuki's leg when he happily cuddled him from the back.

And holy shit, Deku was so fucking oblivious that Katsuki wanted to rip his hair out from frustration (because it would be the end of the world for Bakugou Katsuki to admit that Izuku- fucking goddamn useless Deku, caused him to be hard and fantasize about his dick roughly nailing him into the mattress.)

So here they were, at about twelve fucking A.M., with Katsuki having a very uncomfortable erection and Izuku hugging him from behind and purring in his sleep like some goddamned house cat.

Katsuki simply lay in the younger's caged hold around him, biting onto his tongue (harsh enough to make it sting) and ignoring the feeling of being hyper aware of Izuku's warm breath tickling the shell of his ear- or the electric arousal that lingered in his stomach whenever his clothed hard-on brushed against the silky covers of the bed.

He bit back another groan when Izuku's hands- soft and smooth although he had carried a heavier weight on his own shoulders - flattened against Katsuki's stomach in such a delicious way that he couldn't help letting out a strangled choking sound and rolling his body with his touches.

Katsuki wanted to kick him awake, maybe partnered with a tempting smack on the head just to 'wake him the fuck up!' before he could explode from embarrassment because he was getting worked up just by the safe and familiar smell of Minty-cinnamon and vanilla, kind of like a weird mixture of cake batter with honey thrown carelessly into the mix. Katsuki melted into the touches albeit hesitantly, pressing his nose against the soft pillow to muffle out the lewd noises he created from a literally fucking asleep Deku-

Goddammit! He was an adult!

He snapped in his own head, common sense finally filling into the gap of his partially (but not literally) melted brain.

"Deku," He rasped into the darkness of the room, receiving no reply from the younger male who continued to snooze away with his nose dotingly pressed on the pale expanse of Katsuki's sensitive neck. "Deku, you piece of shit," he tried as he whisper-shouted in frustration, arms not being able to do jackshit because they were both uncomfortably pressed and caged to his sides by a somehow strong Izuku.

"Motherfucker- DEKU WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU USELESS GODDAMN PIECE OF CHEWED GUM!"

Izuku made a sound of surprise behind him, jolting in shock and hitting his the top of his head against the wooden headrest with a no less but satisfying, solid thunk. "Ne!? Kacchan!," Izuku whined, his words slurring as he automatically pulled his arms off of Bakugou's waist (much to the latter's dismay) as he frantically rubbed his head, the pain registering as a headache. A dull throb enforces that fact as he gave an annoyed nudge to the blond, the usual sleepy pout on his face.

He took in the still, dark outline of Katsuki, form noticeably more hunched up than usual, blankets wrapping around his as if he were in pain.

"Kacchan," Izuku poked him on his shoulder blade, eliciting an impatient growl. "Does your stomach hurt?"

"No!" He snapped too quickly, coughing a bit as if trying to cover something up. "Fuckin' fine." "Why'd you wake me up then?" Izuku rolled his eyes, collapsing back onto the bed in a relaxed, sprawled out position on his stomach with his left arm hooking around Katsuki's waist. He was, admittedly, mildly irritated at being woken up with a scream.

He tried blinking the sleep out of his eyes, cheek smashed against the mattress as he absentmindedly trailed his arm lower to Katsuki's pelvis, not really caring on how the other suddenly coiled up like a tight spring at the movement. Sleep still mildly clouded his mind as he scooted closer to Bakugou,  pressing an absentminded, soft kiss on what feels like his shoulder blades. "Kacchan," He droned, noticing how stiff the other was. "You smell nice." He commented offhandedly, the smell of an expensive spray of some kind of cologne and sweet strawberries made the haze in his head swarm his brain like blurry fog.

Izuku felt firm muscles under his palm, and in normal circumstances, he probably would've recoiled in burning embarrassment and apologize for groping him, but being somehow exhausted and half-conscious from the soft cushiony pillows, he let out a hum of satisfaction and shamelessly smoothed his palm down to the dropping "V" on Katsuki's hips.

Katsuki jolted by his touch, eyes widening as he grabbed his hand a second too late. "Fuck! No!-"

"Kacchan.." Izuku trailed off with disbelief, his hand hovering over the loose sweatpants the other was wearing. "Are.. Are you hard?"

Least to say, Katsuki's face burst into a burning shade of red.

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