Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

87 - At Liberty

Licking his lips, Katsuki absently shoved another piece of under ripped banana in his mouth, uncaring about the tart taste or too firm texture as his mouth watered for the hard nipples pushing against his husband's t-shirt.

He'd missed Izuku over the past few months, missed touching him, holding him, running his tongue over every square inch of Tink's body as he slowly sank inside the wettest, tightest hold he'd ever experienced.

Every fucking day he thought about it, thought about how it felt to have Deku's wet hole welcoming him inside and doing everything in its power to keep him there.

There were times that he thought he'd die if he didn't feel Tinkerbelle's body wrapping around his cock again.

Some nights he'd wake up to find his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it as he thought about how tight or wet and welcoming Tink would be for him and gosh, he knew it would be fucking soaking wet.

He thought about how it would feel to have Izuku's lips wrap around his cock, the way his tongue would tease the underside of his cock, caress his balls, how-

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned as imagination suddenly came to life.

Katsuki had no idea when Izuku stopped cooking, or when he'd walked around the kitchen island, dropped to his knees and freed his cock, but he knew the instant that his warm lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and gently sucked.

It was so good, so fucking good, he thought, closing his eyes as his head dropped back and a groan of pleasure escaped his mouth as he focused on the feel of his husband's mouth sliding up and down his cock, something that he'd fantasized about for the past few months and now that it was happening, he couldn't believe how fucking good it really was.

It was too fucking good...

"Tink, baby," he said, gasping as pleasure soared through the tip of his cock. "You've gotta stop. Deku, you've gotta stop," he said even as his hands tightened around the arms of his wheelchair and prayed to God that Izuku would never stop sucking on his cock, because he was pretty fucking sure that he would die if he did.

At that moment he would have happily sold his soul if Tinkerbelle continued and thank fucking goodness that he did.

Within seconds, every muscle in his body had tightened painfully, his back bowed and had him shouting Izuku's name as he sucked every last drop of pleasure from his body.

Izuku was still licking and sucking his over sensitized cock when he reached for him.

Katsuki had him sitting on the edge of the table and was practically tearing Izuku's pants off as he lifted his beautiful ass to help him.

When he reached for his tight white briefs, he stopped playing around. He grabbed the waist of his briefs and ripped them clean from his body, exposing the needy little hole that he'd been fantasizing about for months now.

When Izuku leaned back and spread his legs, Katsuki didn't hesitate.

He buried his face between his legs and slid his tongue up his core, fucking him hard with his tongue as he savored the warm walls surrounding his tongue.

Damn, he couldn't get enough of him, he thought as reached up and held Izuku's erection, sliding his hand up and down its length while he shifted his head at a different angle, needing to slide his tongue in deeper.

"Oh, gosh," Izuku moaned as he ran his fingers through Katsuki's hair, encouraging him to continue while Katsuki on the other hand prayed that Izuku never stopped rocking his hole against his tongue, taking what he wanted and making his cock harden painfully again.

He needed Izuku.

Now.

Katsuki wanted to bend Izuku over the table and fuck him there until he begged him to fuck him harder and harder and he would.

There would be nothing on this earth that could stop him from taking Izuku to the floor, placing him on his hands and knees and fucking him there, too.

Then he wanted to press him against the wall and fuck him there until his body couldn't take it anymore and his balls threaten to explode, but he couldn't do any of that, he realized.

Because he was still stuck in this fucking wheelchair without a way to show his husband how badly he wanted him, how badly he needed him and fuck, did that fucking sting.

Until this moment, Katsuki hadn't realized that he might very well have to face a lifetime of lying on the bed, praying that his husband would take pity on him and climb on top of him and give him a mercy fuck.

That was un-fucking-acceptable, he screamed at himself, snarling against Izuku's wet hole as he pushed his tongue deeper inside him, fucking him with everything that he had and showing his Tink that he was still a man, he was still his man and he would do whatever it took to make sure that Izuku never forgot it.