Izuku's favorite thing about the weekends was waking up to soft kisses on his face, placed there so delicately you'd think his skin was made of porcelain. Relaxing into his boyfriend's warm hands and letting himself be caressed, like how an artist touches their magnum opus. He'd eventually open his eyes, wine red staring back at jade. The look in those eyes filled with never ending love and adoration, like how a mother looks at her newborn. Eventually, after an amount of time neither of them cared to pay attention to, they would pull themselves out of bed.
This morning was no different.
Stretching and aching from the night before, Izuku and Katsuki groggily sat up. The latter stood, causing the other to shudder at the loss of warmth, and pulled on a loose pair of pants which barely covered the marks on his hips. Izuku smiled as he admired his canvas, looking at each paint stroke he'd made. Katsuki's face was content as he placed one last kiss on his lover's lips, silently slipping out of the room.
Izuku sat there for a few more minutes, not quite awake enough to move any further. He hummed as the smell of fresh coffee hit his nose, luring him out of bed. He slipped on one of Katsuki's t-shirts and a pair of boxers, slowly making his way out of the door and into the kitchen.
"Good morning," Izuku slurred as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's waist, already aching for his touch again. He pressed his face into the blonde's chest and felt him hum in response, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.
"I ordered us breakfast," Katsuki stated as he placed his hands on Izuku's hips, using his thumbs to rub small circles into his skin. "I want you, us, to relax today, okay?"
"Mmm, sounds nice," Izuku smiled up at him and kissed his jaw. "Thank you, Kacchan, you're always so kind and thoughtful," he praised, trailing innocent kisses down the blonde's neck.
Katsuki lifted one of his hands and gently took hold of Izuku's chin, tilting it until he could press their lips together. It was a sloppy, lazy kiss, but he made sure to pour his love into it. Then, tilting his chin to the side, Katsuki placed kisses on the hickeys that littered Izuku's neck. Ghosts of pleasure coursed through him and he couldn't help the hum of delight that he made, or the way his breath hitched the tiniest bit when Katsuki kissed a particularly sensitive mark.
Izuku reveled in being pampered by his boyfriend, he knows they both need it. They rarely get a chance to have mornings like this during the week, between early morning training, internships, job shadowing opportunities, and being prepared for their third year classes. There simply wasn't time for leisure or relaxation.
Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck and embraced him, trying to convey how grateful he is for the other. Katsuki had pushed him up against the kitchen counter and was now gently kissing along his collarbone, kisses still lazy but full of emotion.
Then, to the couple's dismay, there was a knock on their front door. Izuku signed and tried to wiggle from Katsuki's grasp so he could answer the door, only to get tickled in protest. "Kat, come on Love, it might be our breakfast!" Izuku giggled and the blonde begrudgingly let go and went to clear off the small table, a soft smile finding its way to his lips.
Izuku grabbed a pen, just in case, and opened the door, looking back at Katsuki as he did so, "the food got here fast, don't you think?"
"Midoriya?"
"Huh?" He quickly whipped his head around, looking out the door only to be faced with half of his classmates. In a panic, he cursed and slammed the door right in their perplexed faces. The damage was already done, however. They had seen him and the state of which he was currently in. Hickeys, no pants, and Katsuki's t-shirt. Guess there was no hiding it anymore.
