Confusion slammed into Izuku as surely as his back collided with the door. Kacchan's fist pushed up against Izuku's chest, tangled in his collar. A feverish forehead bumped and rested against Izuku's brow, their legs slotting between each other's thighs, Kacchan's bare stomach contoured flat and hard against Izuku's thin shirt.
Draped in Kacchan's familiar body again, his erratic breath against Izuku's lips, felt like curling beside the welcoming fireplace after being caught in an unforgiving storm.
From the desperation sweating from Kacchan's pores, Izuku's heart lifted with the realization that he might want to talk now. Finally.
"Lemme have you," Kacchan said, his voice tearing into Izuku, ripping open his chest, exposing his thundering heart anew. "Deku."
Twin bolts of fury and frustration shocked through Izuku.
Kacchan knew. Even if he didn't really know that he knew – he knew that Izuku didn't have it in him to say no. That Izuku was weak to Kacchan and everything he did, and was, asked and said.
Right now, deep down, Izuku wanted him to pay for it.
Unthinking, Izuku's hand shot up, clasped around Kacchan's throat and squeezed.
Those deep crimson eyes widened a little, fists loosening at Izuku's collar and dropping.
Izuku's own snarl was one to give Kacchan's a run for his money.
"Fuck. You. Asshole."
Kacchan's surprise was registered the split second before Izuku yanked Kacchan by the hair and took his mouth with an immediate, hungry moan. He tore at Kacchan's lips and tongue, merciless in nips and scrapes of teeth and plunging, plundering attacks that kept Kacchan tripping back one step after another until his calves bumped the edge of the bed.
"This is what you wanted, right?" Izuku bit out, grazing his teeth along the sharp slope of Kacchan's shoulder. He bit down hard, a flash of lust lighting him up at Kacchan's yelp and hiss of breath. Izuku lapped at the bruising outline of a full moon, his lips wet against Kacchan's skin. "This is it, right? Never wanted anything else from me, did you?"
If Kacchan wanted to go back the start, then – well, this would be the last time. There was no return.
Kacchan's lips stilled on Izuku's, the hands which had his shirt pulled up to Izuku's armpits stilled.
"Whaddaya m-"
Izuku yanked his shirt off the rest of the way, mouth a hard line as he flashed an electric look Kacchan's way and pushed.
Kacchan fell back on the bed, knees bent at the edge, feet on the floor. Izuku lofted over his hips, planted himself solidly upon his lap. Draped himself over the length of Kacchan's body and laved his tongue over one hardening nipple, then the other.
Izuku's lips buzzed with the deep noise that rolled like thunder from Kacchan's chest. Sinking his teeth into the spot above Kacchan's heart, Izuku growled in return and scratched his nails down Kacchan's side, raking welts into the ridges of his ribcage.
If this was the end, Izuku would make sure Kacchan regretted every word he held back, every apology he never gave, every night Izuku spent awake, wondering how he could fix them.
If this was all Kacchan wanted, this would be all Izuku gave.
Kacchan's hands roughly gripped Izuku's waist, fingertips bruising as he gasped from the unforgiving scrape of Izuku's blunt nails. A humorless smile smeared into Kacchan's skin as Izuku plucked both hands from his sides and slammed them down over Kacchan's head, Izuku cuffing Kacchan's wrists with one hand.
