What to do with you

Chapter 1

   Katsuki silently made his way over to his mate, his eyes narrowed, his scarlet red orbs swirling with myriads of lust and desire. Once he was near, his arms snaked their way around the smaller boy's waist, looking down at him with their faces close to touching.
"What do you want me to do?" He offered.

   Deku's back arched slightly, his body suddenly began to feel warm. He could feel the beating of his heart pulse through him. He tilted his head down along with his gaze. Shifting his eyes to the side, embarrassed to look at the other.
   He felt the urge to be somewhere dark and cramped, away from anything and everything. He couldn't bring himself to speak any words, the only things to escape from his lips were little noises.

   Katsuki hummed lowly, a mix between a growl and a groan. He brought his hands to Deku's bottom and lifted up, carrying him to their bed. Katsuki set him down gently, beginning to crawl on top of him.

   Deku tilted his head to the side, pressing his face to his shoulder. He rested his right hand to the corner of his mouth.
What do I do?... My body.. is frozen... I don't want to move

   Katsuki hovered over him, examining him.
   "Are you okay?" He whispered, pulling Deku's hand away from his mouth and bringing it up to his own, planting a kiss on it.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?" He mumbled against the skin of Deku's hand, starting to lick his fingers and suck on them a bit.

Dekus head began to spin. He felt dizzy. He took his hand back and wrapped his arms around his head.
"O-ok Kacchan... I think that's enough...."
   His face was red. He could feel heat emanate from his cheeks.

Katsuki sat up slowly. With his eyes closed. He sighed and shifted his body to the side, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Rocking forward, his feet touched the ground. He pushed his hands against the bed, as a crutch to stand.
"I don't understand what you want or don't want...." he mumbled to himself.
"I'm hungry anyway, imma go eat some breakfast."
He began to make his way to the kitchen, and as he did so, his hand weighed on the back of his neck.