Blue Dandelions

Homecoming | izukusbones

Summary:

It started as a joke.

"Bet you can't go a week without sex."

It was when a package from a local sex supply shop arrived at their doorstep less than 12 hours later that it became clear to Izuku that this wasn't a joke anymore.

Notes:

Day 7 of Kinktober!

It started as a joke.

"Bet you can't go a week without sex."

Izuku looked up from where he was packing his suitcase for a mission, which, coincidentally, would also be a week long. It was the first time the two of them would be apart for more than two or three days since they'd started their agency together, not to mention their relationship. Usually they went on missions together, but this one required a more gentle touch, something Kacchan wasn't exactly known for.

So, as Izuku got himself ready for his flight tomorrow, Kacchan was lazing on the bed as he scrolled his phone. Bless his heart, he really was trying to seem indifferent to the situation. Izuku wisely chose not to comment on his pouty lips or glares.

At least, not until he was goaded into it.

"Are you trying to say that you're scared I'm gonna cheat on you during this mission?" Izuku teased as he ranger-rolled up a shirt. "Do three years of fidelity and enthusiastic adoration mean to you, Kacchan?"

"I ain't scared of shit," Kacchan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at his phone screen as if Izuku wouldn't know he was the true object of his boyfriend's irritation, "it's your so called 'enthusiastic adoration' I'm talking about, nerd. I bet you can't go a week without getting off."

"Well, masturbation is very different from sex, Kacchan," Izuku chastised, "and I can certainly go a week without it. If anything, you're the one to be worried about in that aspect."

"Yeah right." Kacchan rolled his eyes.

The truth was that they were both insatiable for each other, like, ridiculously so. It didn't help that they worked in a high adrenaline field with their bodies on full display. They've been caught more than a few times, but to that all Izuku could say was you try to get anything done when you're surrounded by glamour shots of your boyfriend fresh from a fight, that stupidly sexy smirk on his face, body half exposed from his costume being torn. Yeah, didn't think so.

"Is that a challenge then?" Izuku cocked an eyebrow.

"Sure," Kacchan smirked wickedly, "let's do it."

It was somewhere around the time a package from a local sex supply shop arrived at their doorstep less than 12 hours later (he decided not to ask what Kacchan spent in shipping) that it became clear to Izuku that this wasn't a joke anymore.

Carefully packaged were a matching pair of chastity devices: a belt for Izuku and a cock cage for Kacchan. Izuku's mouth dropped as he examined the object, mind racing a million miles a minute. The implications of it were clear, and yet the only thing Izuku could say when he turned back to his boyfriend was:

"How the fuck am I going to get through airport security with this?" Izuku spluttered, face burning up as he imagined stepping into one of those x-ray machines and his adorned groin shining on the monitor for all to see. Oh god, what if it ended up on social media? As the Number 1 hero, that was a very real and terrifying possibility.

Kacchan snorted, already starting to undo his pants. "Chill out nerd. It's travel safe."

That did nothing to assuage Izuku's nerves.