Coffee Breath - Fluff

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The morning after intimacy!

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Coffee. Thick, pungent, overbearing heaps of coffee wafting through the air like cartoonish puffy auburn clouds around Katsuki's head as he sat upon the cold marble counter in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen, rain smearing across the windows to bask the hardwood floors in shattered shadows with trickled of light. The drip of the machine echoed in his head with the patter hitting the window-sill as he watched the man before him bring down two mugs from the cabinet across from the oven, brightly coloured and All Might themed.

The red one with yellow decals that was his and the blue one that would no doubt be Katsuki's, resting on the side as he moved throughout the kitchen. Red eyes remained focused on the strong, muscled back before him scattered with mocha coloured freckles like constellations. Scars and scratch marks ran pink across his tanned skin, handprints burned into his broad shoulders and curvy hips. Green curls a mess of fuzz sticking out in every direction, growing longer down the back of his neck to hide the love bites that were no doubt there.

Kicking his feet slowly, in an unconscious habit, his hands gripped the edges of the counter gently. He could feel the cool air ghosting over his bare legs in his partner's movement and the low, humming AC.

"Are you regretting anything?" Izuku was the first to speak since they'd woken up beside each other, having tangled together in a mess of limbs in his double bed. Katsuki could tell, when those green eyes focused on him, a myriad of emeralds and sprinkling gold, he was just as much of a mess. He watched how Izuku's eyes trailed down his neck, chest, as low as his inner thighs before back up to his eyes only to dart to his lips that were no doubt reddened and swollen.

"Absolutely fucking nothing." Katsuki whispered, in a fierce but reassuring honesty as he hooked his foot into the waistband of Izuku's sweatpants, pulling him in until his hips hit the counter between his legs. Curling his legs around him, making him stay, he began to brush those dark curls back to meet his eyes, free hand trailing down his bare chest. "Are you?"

Izuku, caging the blonde between his arms on the counter by resting his hands one either side of him, looked up with a bit of a squint through the touches, the slowest but brightest of smiles beginning to tug at the corner of his lips. "Not one bit."

Katsuki couldn't help but smile back, limbs feeling a welcome sluggish tiredness as he moved into the hand tugging his waist to pull their bodies together for a hug. He chuckled softly at the kisses to his jaw, nipping the area there before jolting in surprise at the beep of the machine finishing its brew. "Go on." He murmured, soothingly trailing his hands down Izuku's back, feeling the rigid bumps of where his nails had previously dug in hours ago.

"If I remember correctly, a bit of sugar, splash of milk?" Izuku squeezed comfortingly twice at his waist with both hands before pulling back, earning a quiet gasp that made him grin with smugness. Kicking him, firmly in the butt, Katsuki responded in a huff despite Izuku's stumbling '𝘰𝘸' of amusement.

"Yes, you shit. I'd be offended if my number one stalker failed to remember how I take my coffee."

"Number one? So your favorite?" He teased as he began to pour into the two mugs from the pitcher, reaching up to grab the glass container of brown sugar. He added barely a pinch to Katsuki's, knowing he enjoyed it practically black, before pouring at least three to four into his own. Sugary as fuck.

Katsuki snorted, pursing his lips to stifle a laugh. "No, number one nuisance, mister hero. Keep up, huh?"

Pouring the milk, Izuku looked over his shoulder with a wink. "This hero topped you in the rankings, Kacchan."

"Oi, just this time, I'll kick your ass on the next one." He flipped him off, earning a hearty laugh, nearly causing Izuku to slosh the coffee over his hand as he shakily rested it into Katsuki's own hands so he could take a sip.

They'd gotten the rankings just that evening at the hero event, the whole reason they were here now was because of that. Katsuki had all but lit up at being ranked second only to splutter, guffaw and gawk at his childhood friend getting first. And, fuck it, he was 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥, okay? He couldn't find it in him to be angered, perhaps even a bit annoyed. He'd been so proud he had no other way of showing it than grabbing the nerd by the back of his head and tugging him into a kiss when he'd finally gotten him alone.

Izuku was strong and he was determined and he deserved it, he deserved this ranking. He deserved to be number one after all the trials and tribulations, after the past seven goddamn years of torture and late work hours after the war, after school, after all his hard work. He deserved it all. And Katsuki could think of no other time to react on the overwhelming emotions stirring inside of his heart from both this achievement and old feelings. He'd felt so strongly for Izuku for years that it caused an influx of adoration, so he congratulated him with a kiss that packed all the hidden admiration he'd coveted over the years.

And Izuku had kissed him back in tears, pulling him in almost desperately without even needing to explain. He knew, he always knew, and accepted him into his arms with vigor. Accepted the hands roughly tugging on his poorly tied tie, accepted the tugging at his hair, accepted the love with his own.

The night passed in a heated, bound blur of "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵" and tearful, insistent, wrecked replies of "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀."

Setting his cup back down after a sip to check if he'd put enough sugar, Izuku returned to his spot between his legs at the counter. Pressing their foreheads together, he felt Izuku tilt his head to graze their noses alongside one another, lips brushing and eyes fluttering to a close as he broke him from his reverie. Izuku whispered then, feeling the warm breath of Katsuki against him. "Did you mean it?"

"You being mine? Yeah, Izuku, I meant it. Did you mean it?"

"I've always been yours, Kacchan." He kept his eyes open, watching Katsuki's long lashes flutter over his pale yet flushed cheeks, sharp expressive brows pinched. He smoothed the furrow with two gentle fingers, feeling the steam from the themed mug in between Katsuki's palms. "The question is, will you be mine? Will you stand by my side for real, as more than hero partners?"

"Lovers?"

"Lovers."

Katsuki couldn't help the uncharacteristic, bright smile, placing his cup beside Izuku's before leaning in to press in close. Their hearts beat alongside each other as his arms wrapped around his neck, biceps shielding him from focusing on anything else while he leant in to murmur. "Then I'm yours, Izuku."

Izuku knew no other way to respond but by a kiss, this one tasting of coffee and brown sugar, as slow and as sweet as the rain pouring outside. A sealed agreement. A promise of love.

𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝙺𝙱𝙺 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

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