Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

45 - Ignition

Shit, he'd pushed Izuku too far, too fast, Katsuki realized as the last words slipped from his lips and his little Tinkerbelle turned around and took the towel away from him.

He opened his mouth to backtrack, apologize, grovel, anything that would stop Izuku from leaving him.

"I- oh, shit!" the vicious growl ripped from his throat as his little Tinkerbelle took him by surprise.

"What if I want to hear you moan my name?" Izuku asked in a surprisingly sultry voice that had his cock jumping in his boy's small hand.

He opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was a choked groan as Izuku squeezed the towel hanging off him around his cock.

Licking his lips, he looked down and watched the small hand holding the white towel wrapped around his cock move. It had been so long since someone touched him this way and it had never felt this good before.

He should stop Izuku, take back control and show him how good it could feel when a man touched him.

He wanted to erase every bad memory that piece of shit he called his fiancé had made. He wanted to show Izuku how pleasurable a man's touch could be, should be.

He wanted to lay him down on the bed and kiss every inch of his body, but at the moment, he could barely stand as he watched that small hand move the towel over him.

With every stroke of Izuku's hand, the towel shifted until the head of his cock would disappear and reappear with every stroke.

The sight mesmerized him. Without thought, he pushed his hips.

"Is this okay?" Izuku whispered almost shyly, shooting him a questioning look as he continued to stroke him with the towel.

"Better than okay," Katsuki growled, leaning down to kiss him. "Don't stop, Deku."

*****

"Please don't stop."

"I won't," Izuku whispered against Katsuki's mouth as he tightened his grip around Katsuki's erection experimentally. Not sure if he was doing this right, but that loud groan that the man released against his mouth had him smiling.

Whenever he'd done this with Monoma, the man would complain, made sounds of annoyance and glared at him because he couldn't maintain an erection or even seem to enjoy it.

At first, he'd enjoyed experimenting with his ex-fiancé, trying to figure out what the man liked until one day, the thought of touching him left Izuku feeling sick and nervous.

It hadn't exactly helped that he hadn't liked the way that Monoma would touch him in return.

His ex always left him feeling cold and worthless. When Izuku didn't come, or didn't even get an erection and he never did when Monoma touched him, the man put him down, made him think that there was something wrong with him.

Monoma never hesitated in telling him that he didn't know what he was doing in the most assholish way possible.

Monoma had made him feel worthless.

But Katsuki...

Katsuki made him feel beautiful, sexy and desirable.

The man never complained about the way that he touched him or kissed him. He welcomed his touch, seemed to crave it.

Katsuki made him feel whole. He never complained, never bitched, gave him a dirty look or made him feel like garbage. No, not Katsuki.

The man murmured words of encouragement, kissed him, caressed him and had absolutely no problem with letting him know how much he enjoyed being with him.

"Wait," Katsuki said, startling him, placing his hand over his, stopping him.

"Sorry," Izuku said, shaking his head. "I'm sor-"

"Shh, sweetheart," Katsuki said soothingly, reaching down between them and yanking the hand towel away. "I just want to feel your hand wrapped around me."

Hand over Izuku's, Katsuki wrapped his small hand back around his erection and kissed him. "Don't stop, Izuku."

*****

Izuku had Katsuki begging for a hand job.

If he wasn't so damn close to coming harder than he'd ever come in his life, he'd probably laugh, but damn, this felt good.

He wanted to push Izuku's hand away, turn him around and shove his cock inside that tight little hole he'd been fantasizing about for months.

He reached up and cupped Izuku's face in his hands and kissed him. He invaded the boy's mouth, teased his tongue into playing with his and groaned when he gently suckled his tongue in time with his strokes.

He was so damn close to coming, to screaming Izuku's name, but he wanted to prolong it, to make this feeling last.

"You feel so good," Izuku moaned in his mouth, destroying his control.

One second, he was struggling not to flex his hips and the next, he was blindly reaching out, slapping his hand against the wall over Izuku's shoulder and yelling his name until his legs buckled, almost dropping him on his ass.

Exquisite pleasure shot down his spine and tore through his cock, robbing him of the ability to breathe, to think, to do anything but hold onto the wall.

He opened his eyes, panting hard and stared down at Tinkerbelle.

Izuku's cheeks were flushed, his breaths were coming faster and faster and he was watching him with an expression mixed of hunger and amazement.

Izuku was absolutely beautiful and he was most definitely his.

"On the bed... now," he bit out, needing to hear Izuku lose control.

He wanted to hear Tinkerbelle scream his name, to feel him tremble beneath him, to hear him moan and gasp as he pleasured him.

When Izuku didn't move fast enough, at least not for Katsuki's sanity, he grabbed him. He wrapped his arms around Izuku and picked him up.

Izuku wrapped his arms and legs around him as Katsuki swooped in and picked up where they'd left off.

He devoured the boy's mouth, groaning loudly when he felt just how hard Izuku had become from touching him.

He carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on the edge of the bed.

He slid his tongue across his one last time before he pulled away, but he didn't go far. He brushed his lips against his as he pulled his arms away.

"Don't move, Tinkerbelle," he said hoarsely as he pressed a kiss against Izuku's stubborn little chin.

"Why?" Izuku moaned with a little whimper that had Katsuki smiling as he pressed a kiss to his boy's chest.

"Because it's my turn," he said, kissing his way down his chest.

"Your turn for what?" Izuku asked, sounding a little dazed as Katsuki held his nipple with his thumb and index finger and gave them a light squeeze.