Cookie Crumbs · dkbk/bkdk

Kissing Scars - Fluff

Exploring.

His fingertips traced down every inch of his warm, fresh washed skin. He smelled of cucumber and mint body wash and strawberry shampoo. Water droplets, cool to the touch, slinked down his freckled shoulders and along the sloping bones in his upper back. In the lighting of the morning sun cresting above outside their home, the clear sky casting a white highlight through the curtains and into the room.

Doves were beginning their morning cry and cars in their neighbors driveways began to start up, engines revving before driving off in multiple different directions as these two pro heroes stayed home together for the first time.

Despite moving in together, they hadn't had time in a solid year to thoroughly have alone time. Not since winter had begun and they debuted as the top two heroes in Japan. But that morning, through something out of luck or desperation, they got a moment.

A blissful, quiet, alone moment that wasn't just a greeting or a conversation at the dinner table or quick sex on the kitchen table after a hard day of work. No, this was when Katsuki could input every detail of Izuku's body into memory again like he had the first time they'd had sex all those years ago after UA.

"Kacchan." Izuku murmured, from where he sat on the corner of the bed, his back to Katsuki, arm reaching back behind himself to rest on his partner's hip. He'd finished taking a shower after work, only now returning home after a grueling nightshift to rest beside his fiancé who had just finished brushing his teeth after waking up to see him home early. Izuku was rarely home, taking longer and harder shifts, since the number one hero got the majority of responsibility. Seeing as he was, though, and was about to hop into bed, Katsuki all but threw himself back into bed after him. He had around an hour or more until he was expected to clock in, he could spare time like this.

"Deku." Katsuki said it like a tease, nickname for nickname despite no longer saying that name outside of work, tracing down his spine, fingers smoothing out to drag down his entire palm over the expanse of his back. He watched his muscles contort beneath his touch, felt him as he leaned back onto the bed further, allowed Katsuki to wrap his arms around his torso and pull him in.

Izuku was beautiful. All bronzed, freckled skin coupled with scars and thick, padded muscles that could lift and demolish entire buildings. Katsuki pressed his nose to the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of strawberry shampoo, minty breath, and him. His own scent that was inexplicable but good. So damn good. He could feel water droplets on his lips and some getting on his arms from Izuku's dampening hair. Rubbing his thumb behind one of Izuku's ears, he elicited a subtle shiver and then yet another when he kissed the back of his neck.

"Tadaima, Katsuki." He whispered, leaning back so he could see more of him, pressing his lips to his cheek. I'm back home.

The blonde smiled, lifting Izuku's chin to hold him in place and playfully brush their noses, scrunching his own as he responded in a soft early morning rasp. "Okaeri, Izuku." Welcome home.

"You have time?" He asked as he situated himself properly so his weight wasn't crushing his partner, sitting up and reaching back as he crossed his legs upon the bunched duvet. He rubbed the back of his neck, earning a sigh of approval as it worked out the tenseness in Katsuki.

"Yeah." Katsuki leaned his head on his shoulder, tracing the lines of scars on his biceps with a murmur. "I haven't seen you in a long time, you reckless bastard, I might even call for a day off. I-"

He scrunched his nose for a second time in annoyance, he didn't think he could say it. But Izuku knew, and he said it first, since he didn't find the emotional confession as daunting as his lover. "I missed you, Kacchan."

This earned a smile, just with his eyes. Katsuki's ruby red gaze tracing the path of scars alongside his arm and then the hand in his hair. He loved them, the scars, how they told such an elaborate story mapped upon skin alongside his constellation of freckles. Without really thinking, practically on habit, he intertwined their fingers to drag Izuku's hand to his lips. He brushed a soft kiss over the jagged scars there, murmuring. "I'd like to think that I-" He trailed his lips up, from his wrist to his forearm, stopping at the curve of his bicep. "Missed you more." He peppered gently pecks over the ragged, rough scar that usually got covered by a brace.

"Oh, really? Apologies, Dynamight, it was my mistake. Forgive me." Izuku's lips curved playfully despite the soft look he was giving the blonde after each gentle press of lips to his scars. He earned kisses to his hand, his bicep, then once more over his back. Over the line of his spine, the stretch marks on his hips, the scars over his chin. A flurry of kisses, everywhere, all at once.

Izuku couldn't help but smile as he lifted his hand beneath Katsuki's chin to make him pause, tilting his head up as his free hand gently pushed his tank top aside. Turning in his spot, he sat more upon the bed, leaning in to press a sweet kiss over his shoulder, on the scar that was there for his sake.

"What is there to forgive, asshole?" He murmured, an airy laugh leaving him at the kiss to his abdomen, over the mark just parallel to that of his shoulder, darker than the other areas of his skin. He squirmed at the following kiss to his stomach. "Oi!"

"Ticklish, Kacchan?" Izuku did it again, nibbling this time at the area just at his v-line, blowing over his skin and eliciting goosebumps. He began kicking at him, pulling the scarred hand back to his lips to gently bite the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. "Hey- Ah- Ow!" He began to laugh as well, pulling back slowly and taking Katsuki with him, teeth lightly lodged in with a playful glare. "What?"

"I hate you." Katsuki snorted, finally dislodging his teeth to settle back between his arms, pressing a final fleeting kiss to the scar near the nerd's heart, hidden beneath skin, more internally. Katsuki averted his eyes with a grin. "Your scars are beautiful, alright, ease off, I was just..."

"Admiring?" He blushed faintly, still flustered at being called remotely beautiful no matter how often Katsuki looked at him as if he were observing the prettiest painting.

"Yeah. Admiring." Katsuki gently brushes his fingertips over his palm where the thin indent of teeth had previously been with a ghost of a smile. He squeezed tight at his hand in a way that could only be described as comforting.