cruel affection

three

He didn't want to rush, he didn't want to ruin the final serenity they had reached - if Katsuki got upset or hurt again he... he didn't know what he would do.

It would be over, he wouldn't have the right to even look at him, let alone make him feel any sort of pleasure. And so his fingers trailed carefully along Katsuki's thigh, palm shifting against the tense muscle as he leaned forward and kissed him, over and over again until he relaxed once again, until Katsuki's head went all fuzzy and his lips were red and swollen from the ministrations. Only then did he tilt back, meeting Katsuki's eyes.

Luckily, they were no longer filled with tears, but the remnants of what had happened still showed - they were still puffy, his eyelashes slightly wet.

Beautiful.

Izuku only wished he never made him cry in the first place. "How do you want me, baby boy?"

Katsuki shook his head in response, shuffling closer and subtly grinding against him as he let out a shaky breath.

"I-I don't mind, just... just stay here."

Izuku pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Anything you want."

He pushed his leg to the side, placing his hand against Katsuki's lower back at the same time and dragging him forward, allowing him to grind against him more firmly. A moan burst out of Katsuki's throat, a shy, delicate little sound, as if he were trying to keep himself quiet. Izuku knew that wouldn't last long, it never did.

He always made sure of it - pushing and pushing until his Kacchan lost all inhibitions and finally let go of the silly little notion that Izuku didn't cherish every single moan he made. Katsuki's nails dug into his forearm, the ache barely registering as Izuku moved until he could press a kiss right beneath his ear, on that sensitive little spot he'd discovered when they first started dating. It was back when they were still fumbling with each other's bodies, touches shy and kisses rare and awkward. They were still trying to figure out what the other liked, how to make each other feel good - it seemed as if Izuku still had a long way to go.

Even though he'd spent the majority of their time together simply wondering what he had done to earn the privilege of getting to touch such a beautiful being, he never thought about what sort of touch Katsuki wanted.

He never quite got rid of that same sense of wonder. But, apparently, he never paid enough attention to the boy beside him - maybe he was far too preoccupied with his own needs, his own filthy, depraved thoughts that had been stuck in his head ever since that awkward crush on the blond had developed back in Middle School, the thoughts of breaking him apart and making him hurt and cum again and again until his body was covered in bruises and he couldn't move.

That would change.

It had to.

Despite the screw up's he'd made so far, though, this spot, this one damn spot, it always did the trick, just like it had that very moment. He almost smirked at the shiver that ran down Katsuki's spine, almost bit down and made it hurt, made him whimper in pain and plead for Izuku to ruin him completely. But that would've been mean, and he'd already made a promise to himself never to be that way to his baby again.

And so he simply whispered, "come on, pretty baby, tell me how you want me to make you feel good."

With a gasp, Katsuki's hips bucked forward, as if he couldn't help but seek more pleasure.

Straight after, he shook his head.

"No?" Izuku hummed, fingers rubbing circles into Katsuki's skin before he gripped his hip, urging him to keep moving, to slide his cock against his skin and focus on nothing but how good he felt. "Do you want my mouth around that cute little cock?"