Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

88 - The Husbands

"Bed," was all Izuku could manage to say as he struggled to catch his breath.

Katsuki shook his head stubbornly as he turned his head more to the left, slid his tongue back inside him and prepared to drive Izuku over the edge with another orgasm, but he wanted more.

He wanted Katsuki.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Bed," not caring that he could barely make out what he was saying or that he was light headed from screaming his name.

All that mattered right now was feeling Katsuki inside him and as much as he loved his tongue, it wasn't what he really needed.

"Busy," Katsuki growled against his hole, the vibrations teasing his muscles and threatening to send him over the edge again, but he was determined.

"Bed," he breathed, pushing Katsuki back so that he could carefully climb off the table and straddle his lap where his large erection was standing erect with an angry red tint, looking as though it had been years since the last time it had found release instead of minutes.

Unwilling to waste something that he craved more than his next breath, Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki's shoulders, leaned down and kissed him and shifted until that firm cock between his legs was teasing his hole and threatening to send them both over the edge.

Mmm," Katsuki groaned as he wrapped his arms around Izuku.

"Bed," he stressed tightly, wondering why they were still in the kitchen and Katsuki still wasn't fucking him.

The stubborn man shook his head as he gripped Izuku's ass and used his hold to rock his wet core against him, driving him out of his damn mind and making it more difficult to stay determined and make Katsuki take him to bed.

He wanted the man in a bed where he could lay back while Izuku spread his legs and scream his name as Katsuki fucked him, showing him just how much he loved and missed him.

He needed this, needed his Kacchan and he-

Gasped as Katsuki shifted him on top of him, teasing his hole one second with the tip of his engorged cock and the next, he was sliding inside him.

The air caught in Izuku's throat as he felt Katsuki stretching him, sliding deeper inside him and making it impossible to ignore just how good he felt and how badly he'd missed this.

Before he could come back to his senses, he was riding him, moving up and down, feeling Katsuki's cock slide in and out of him while his own member was rubbing against his husband's stomach.

He leaned down and kissed him as Katsuki reached up and palmed his nipple.

"That's it, Deku," Katsuki groaned approvingly as he shifted, giving him better access to his cock and making Izuku want to scream in pleasure as he slid inside him again at just the right angle.

"Oh, gosh, Kacchan," he moaned, whimpering in pleasure as he tightened his hold around him, shifted his legs and rode him harder.

"That's it, Tink. Take what you need, baby," Katsuki growled as he gripped Izuku's ass and helped guide him, moving him harder and faster on his cock.

"Please, Kacchan! Please!" he cried against his lips, not really knowing what he was asking for or what he needed, but knowing without a doubt that Katsuki would give him absolutely everything that he needed.

There was a loud, pained groan as Izuku slammed down hard on his cock and then there was...

Nothing.

One second he was riding him, on the verge of one of the most powerful orgasms that he'd ever experienced and the next he found himself lying across the kitchen table with his legs spread, his breaths heaving in and out of his chest and his sheath practically screaming in misery at the loss of Katsuki.

Licking his lips, Izuku struggled to form a coherent sentence, to beg his husband to come back to him, to fuck him, to take the pain away, to do anything to take this misery away, but before he could say anything, not that it was actually physically possible, Katsuki was setting the locks on his wheelchair, grabbing hold of the table and pushing himself to his feet.

"Katsuki, no!" he said, the orgasm that threatened to bring him to his knees instantly forgotten as he watched his husband grip the kitchen table, take a deep breath and reach over him so that he could grab the edge of the kitchen table and pull his body over his.

Katsuki's response was a groan as his cock slid right back inside Izuku.

He didn't waste any time explaining what he was doing or trying to reassure him that everything was okay.

Instead, he used his hold on the edge of the table and began fucking him in a way that had Izuku gasping for breath and wrapped his arms around Katsuki's shoulders as he slid back inside him.

"Tink," Katsuki groaned as he shoved his cock in further inside him, making them both moan with pleasure as the new move sent his cock sliding inside him at a different angle, still hitting his prostate dead on just like a while ago.

"I love you, Izuku Bakugo," Katsuki breathed, shifting his hands pressing them flat against the table so that he could raise himself above him, fucking him with shallow thrusts that drove Izuku out of his mind as he looked up and locked eyes with the man that he loves.

"And I love you, Katsuki Bakugo," he whispered, gasping for his next breath as his husband continued to roll his cock inside him, making it harder and harder for him to hold back as he fucked him, careful of his swelling stomach.

"Love you so damn much, Tink," Katsuki said, smiling as he leaned down and kissed him, taking Izuku's pleasure to a new level and triggering an orgasm that made it impossible for him to catch his next breath, but somehow allowed him to scream Katsuki's name until his voice was hoarse and he didn't think he'd ever be able to talk again.

Katsuki groaned loudly as his back bowed and his cock swelled inside Izuku, sending him over again and this time guaranteeing that it would be quite sometime before he was able to talk again, but he didn't care, not as long as he had Katsuki in his arms.

With a groan and a small grunt of pleasure, Katsuki lowered himself on top of him as he tried to catch his breath. He kissed Izuku's forehead, his nose, his chin and then finally his lips as he sighed with pleasure, which incidentally ended once he realized that the large bastard lying on top of him was laughing.

Glaring up at him, because Izuku was pretty sure that he'd lost the power of speech, he waited for the bastard to stop laughing, but instead, Katsuki shook his head as he continued to chuckle and admitted, "I have no fucking clue how I'm going to get off this table."

As his words sank in, a snort of laughter escaped Izuku until he found himself pressing his lips against his husband's and laughing with him.

That is until Hanta came in the kitchen carrying grocery bags and spotted them.

"This definitely wasn't in the fucking job description," Hanta grumbled with a long-suffering sigh as he dropped a bag of groceries on the kitchen island and strolled out of the kitchen, shaking his head in disgust while they laid there, unable to stop laughing.

This was definitely going to be an interesting experience, living with two Bakugos.

Izuku kissed Katsuki again, vaguely wondering what it was going to take to get Hanta to come back in here and help them off this table.