Missing Piece |DKBK AU| [ENG]

eighteen.

«Katsuki»

"Come on, Deku, Kirishima's asking if we're on our way already!"

"Coming!"

I take as last my stuff, today's the Halloween party shitty hair wanted to have, and the truth is none of us two looked for a costume until the very last day. We couldn't get anything we liked, and it was actually no one but Dumb face who gave us the most fucking amazing idea to change uniforms: I have one of Deku's and he's finishing putting on my costume. It seems simple but now I'm sure he's knowing first hand putting that thing on is not that easy.

That's why I go to give him a hand, looking for him in the room to see how I can help out.

Just when I get there, he finishes putting on the last boot, he gets up and, looking in the mirror, asks; "Is it okay? Doesn't it look weird? Your shirt is kinda small on me."

Fuck the party.

I'm taking that fucking costume off.

I swear to God, I want so bad to take it the hell off.

"Holy Jesus Christ, Kacchan" He says, looking me up and down, whistling as nasty as on the streets. "Why the hell I never thought about making you work with me? God, you look so hot".

I let out a whole laugh, walking over to him. I swear to God I will never get tired of thinking we share the same brain cell.

"Shut up, will you? We gotta go".

"Mh..." He does, pouting, moving his hands to my waist, caressing all the fabric of my shirt inside the jacket. "We don't even have five minutes?"

"Well..." I croon, smirking, sometimes I just can't fight this damn husky voice. However, now I really want to go and get ass wasted. "What if... we better take five minutes in a room on the party?"

He smirks even hotter, flirty, leaning in to at least give me a peck. "God, Kacchan, this thing about public places is kinda liking you, huh?"

I huff, amused, rolling my eyes as well. "You're saying you don't want to?"

"I want anything that can mean having your dick in my throat".

I let out a fucking laugh, shaking my head. "God, Deku, I swear to God..." I mutter, however, my intention was never to talk.

I take his lips, kissing him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth, tasting the slight hint of mint on his tongue as well. I move closer, I place my body against him as much as I can, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing for the only five minutes I know we can take.

* * *

I knew this shit was going to be a mess.

I fucking knew.