The Proximation of Hello and Goodbye

35

It's been a quiet day, as Ena and Akasuki went to Eijiro's and Shoto's for a change in scenery and to play games. Today is more of a waiting game, as they've done all that they can physically and mentally muster for the time being. It's only a matter of waiting to hear back from the commission, which should be happening tomorrow, so they can move forward with their mission. It's surprising to see how quickly the commission seems to have gotten their own shit together as the world is beginning to fall apart as if they couldn't have done it before then.

Even so, Katsuki can't be bothered with such thoughts at the moment. Izuku stands over the stove in the kitchen as he prepares dinner. For the entirety of the time he's been cooking, Katsuki has watched from the couch in his living room, occasionally looking away in a hopeless attempt to keep up with the going ons of news. It's just so hard to look away from him when he looks so perfect, dressed in nothing more than his boxers and Katsuki's favorite hoodie. As a matter of fact, he's spent most of his day stealing glances of Izuku or daydreaming of him whereas Izuku seems to be blissfully unaware of the effects of his actions. Katsuki's body shivers as he remembers Izuku's soft lips against his collar bones as he wakes up this morning. He hummed the melody of his favorite song so softly, welcoming the new day with the sweet symphony of an angel's chorus, or at least that's how it felt to Katsuki. And Izuku has only made it harder for Katsuki to get him out of his head. He swears the ghost of Izuku's nimble fingers continues to trace down from his ear to his shoulder just as they had earlier in the day when Izuku whispered into his ear. The image of Izuku wrapping his lips around his breakfast, slowly pulling them away as he delicately took a bite from his banana plays on repeat in his head. Plainly put, Izuku has been effortlessly and obliviously irresistible all day. Even now, as he sways his hips, Katsuki can't help but feel himself grow hard at the sight of his boyfriend.

He forces himself to look away and back at the TV just in time for Izuku to rush into the living room. He has a spoon held carefully above the palm of his other hand as he approaches the couch. "Hey, babe, I think I'm done, but can you taste this sauce for me?" Izuku asks, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

Katsuki looks up, meeting his lover's bright green eyes. He smiles softly, reaching for the spoon, making sure to brush his fingers against Izuku's as he takes it from him. He takes a taste of the sauce, elements of herbs and citrus filling his senses as it coats the tip of his tongue. "Damn, nerd," he chuckles.

"So, is it good?" He asks, hopefully.

"It's amazing. Haven't you tasted it?" He asks.

Izuku smiles, "No. I wanted you to taste it first."

"Well, it's only fair that you taste it now," Katsuki informs him. "C'mere."

Izuku brings his legs in front of him, his feet resting in the small space between Katsuki and the place in which he sits as he brings himself to face Katsuki fully. He leans down and Katsuki tips the spoon toward him, a drop of the tasty sauce falling onto Izuku's chin as he takes the spoon into his mouth. He slowly pulls his face away, humming with delight. "I think I might've outdone myself this time," he boasts.

Katsuki grins, "I think so too." He lifts his hand, carefully wiping the droplet of sauce from Izuku's chin with his finger. "So, we wouldn't want this to go to waste, would we?" He asks, pulling his hand away.

A soft yet firm grasp around his wrist stops him. Izuku leans forward, pulling Katsuki's hand closer to his face with a coy smile. "You're right, we wouldn't, but I do believe this was meant for me," he whispers.

He watches as Izuku slowly licks the sauce from his finger before carefully wrapping his lips around it. It's a teasing gesture, slowly taking in more of Katsuki's finger, before pulling back. Katsuki unconsciously lifts a second finger as Izuku wraps his lips around them both. His tongue drags along the underside of Katsuki's fingers before swirling around them skillfully as he tries to withdraw his mouth again. Katsuki growls, pushing his fingers further into the wet warmth of Izuku's mouth. "Sure you got it all, 'cause I don't think you do," he says. "Come on, show me how much you like it." Izuku hums around his fingers, continuing to work them with his tongue. He presses further back, triggering Izuku's gag reflex.