His Piercing Gaze - Chapter 3 [NSFW | Final]

The class quickly got used to Izuku's new style, though Izuku wasn't sure style was the right word. Mina and Ochako assured him that it was about personal style, not about fashion, but Izuku still felt a little weird about using it – he'd never exactly been the type of person who used it to talk about clothes, it had only ever been fighting styles for eighteen and a bit years of his life.

But there he was, flipping through fashion magazines with Mina and Ochako, picking out more crop tops with Shouto, even allowing a few nicer, tighter, pairs of jeans into the mix when the girls pushed. His mother still hadn't seen beneath his shirt, but she'd commented multiple times on his new clothes, when he came home for dinner in slim-cut jeans or the expensive leather jacket Shouto had bought him despite his protests.

“You look so grown up!” she'd praised, much to his disbelief. “You're going to make me cry!”

The only person who hadn't gotten used to it, apparently, was Katsuki. Everywhere he went, Izuku could feel those sharp red eyes on him, criticising his every fashion choice in his head as they walked around the dorms, or staring at the dark bar when he pulled his shirt off in the locker room. It made him a little antsy at times, knowing he was being watched, but it also kind of made him feel... Special. He was quickly discovering that he liked being looked at, when it was with admiration or consideration and not pity. He liked expressing himself with his appearance. He was even considering trying something new with his hair, which he hadn't really touched in his lifetime.

“Is it healed yet?”

Izuku jolted out of his thoughts, looking up to see Katsuki in front of him, staring down at the little metal bar.

“They take six months or more to fully heal, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled faintly. “But it's not red or swollen anymore, so that's a good sign.”

“Six months?!” he demanded. “No fuckin' way. They would have used some fuckin quirk to help, I know you, not to mention your damn trip to recovery girl on Tuesday, don't think I've forgotten about that shit.”

“It's pretty close,” Izuku laughed. “Why, do you wanna touch it?”

Katsuki's face flooded red, and Izuku's jaw dropped, staring at the flustered expression he so rarely saw.

“You can,” he found himself saying. “As long as you wash your hands first and you're gentle.”

“Don't fuckin' ruin your healing because you don't like saying no to me!”

“I'm not! Really, it's okay, there were quirks involved, like you said. Just don't, I dunno, lick it or something.”

He tried to laugh it off, but the look in Katsuki's eyes made it stick in his throat.

Oh.

“You like it that much?” Izuku asked, smiling awkwardly. “I mean, I do too! But I didn't expect-”

“Yeah, I fuckin' like it,” Katsuki admitted, stepping forward to crowd Izuku against the wall. “You got a problem with that, nerd?”

“I'm just surprised! With the way you kept glaring at me for the past two weeks, I figured you must hate it.”

“Haah? Who the hell is glaring?” he demanded, tracing his thumb along Izuku's abs. “Don't talk shit.”

“Uh-huh,” Izuku smiled faintly, looking up at the sweet blush in Katsuki's cheeks. “Okay, Kacchan. Sorry.”

For a moment, the room fell silent, but a little smirk slowly stretched across Izuku’s lips.

“You can touch,” he repeated. “If I can touch your chest in return.”

Katsuki froze, staring at him with a surprisingly open expression on his face, and in that moment Izuku knew everything he needed to know - maybe he should have listened to his friends more, after all.

“My room?” he offered.

“Yeah,” Katsuki agreed, swallowing hard. “Your room.”

The moment the door swung closed behind them, Katsuki was pushing Izuku to the bed, pressing him into the mattress as his warm hands slid up Izuku's sides. Izuku could only grin at him at first, blindingly bright, but when his fingers trailed lower again, Izuku grabbed his wrist.

“Go wash your hands, Kacchan.”

“Asshole,” Katsuki growled, conceding all the same as he climbed off, pressing a tiny kiss to Izuku's stomach on his way up that made them both blush. “Don't move an inch, you hear me?”

“I'll be here.”

He stepped next door into the bathroom, and Izuku got himself comfortable against his pillows, lying back with a smile still spread across his face. The waistband of his sweatpants lay just above his hips, but as he got waited, he shifted them down a little lower, until his hip bones peeked out on display and the V of his abs directed Katsuki to where Izuku wanted him most.

He listened to Katsuki blasting the water in the next room, muttering to himself as he scrubbed furiously at his hands, but soon he was returning to Izuku's side, hands held aloft like a doctor heading in for surgery to keep from contaminating them. Even after washing them, he still hesitated as he reached for it, glancing up at Izuku for confirmation.

“Be gentle, okay?” Izuku requested. “It's pretty much healed, but don't... I dunno, pull on it and stuff.”

“I wouldn't.”

His fingers caressed the bar with the gentlest touch in the world, surveying the way it went so cleanly through his skin and came out the other side. It looked like a proper part of him, now that the hole had healed, as if it had always been there, waiting for Katsuki to find it.

His thumb grazed over the bigger of the red stones, and his eyes darted up, quickly going back down when he found Izuku watching him.

“Are you gonna get more? Other colours and shit?”

“Maybe one day,” Izuku shrugged. “I love this one.”

“Thought you'd get green.”

“No, the red reminds me of the one thing I love the most.”

“What's that?”

Izuku smiled again, reaching down to cup Katsuki's face in his hand, bringing it up until their eyes met once more. Katsuki blushed even brighter, but he didn't pull away, stubbornly meeting the challenge.

“I'm gonna suck you off,” Katsuki said firmly, practically daring Izuku to stop him. “Hold still.”

“Oh?” Izuku hummed, watching Katsuki's fingers hook into his waistband. “Already?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You aren't gonna take me to dinner first? Woo me? Win me over?”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, trying to decipher the teasing in Izuku's eyes, and the room fell silent around them.

“How about a kiss, then?” Izuku requested, jutting his lower lip. “Little kiss for big Izuku then big kisses for little Izuku?”

“You're such an embarrassing nerd,” Katsuki growled, leaning in all the same. “C'mere, asshole.”

His lips were hot against Izuku's, his kisses full of the same fiery passion as everything else he did in life. He didn't want for Izuku to make more requests, didn't treat him like he was delicate and needed protecting, he just gave everything he had with his touch, and took from Izuku just the same. Izuku's eyes fell closed, savouring the way a gentle thumb rubbed lightly over his stomach, feeling the smooth transition from flesh to metal, while the other hand braced himself on the mattress, making sure he never put too much of his weight on Izuku's body. Surprisingly considerate, Izuku couldn't help but think.

“There,” Katsuki smirked, a hint of arrogance seeping in when he saw Izuku's flushed face. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Good. Now I'm gonna suck you off.”

Izuku laughed, but nodded all the while, watching as Katsuki sank back down to tear his pants away. They fell off the side of the bed with a whisper, the soft fabric barely making a sound against the carpet, unlike Katsuki's much thicker, louder shirt that followed close behind.

Hot hands spread Izuku's thighs apart, his dick springing free like it had been waiting it's whole life for that one moment, and then he was swallowed by warmth. Izuku threw his head back, moaning desperately, his hands curling into the sheets to keep from breaking something. He should have known Katsuki would have been all in from the time he said go, but somehow he hadn't expected the vigour with which Katsuki sucked him in.

“Oh God, Kacchan,” Izuku whined, forcing his eyes open a crack to get a peek of Katsuki's face. “How the fuck.”

“Good?” Katsuki asked, licking his lips as he popped off with a sneer. “Done demanding kisses and dates and shit first?”

“Dates later,” Izuku said, frantically nudging his head back down. “More, Kacchan.”

“What's the magic word, nerd?”

“Katsuki, suck me.”

Despite his little snort at the demand, Katsuki sank back down until his lips reached the base, moaning to himself quietly as Izuku filled his throat. His eyes were still trained upward, focussed on a shiny red jewel and the heaving chest behind it, the destroyed face just a little further up, with eyes squeezed closed as he already fought back orgasm.

Katsuki wrapped his hand tight around the base, smirking at Izuku's whine, and gestured vaguely toward the bedside table.

“Lube?” he asked pointedly.

Izuku tore the drawer out without even looking, fumbling for the bottle he wanted and throwing it straight into Katsuki's hands. He expected to feel thick fingers start making their way inside, ready to apologise for how unprepared he was, but instead the slick fluid trailed down his cock.

“Kacchan?” he asked, surprising even himself with how breathless it came out. “Are you gonna?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki huffed, rising up onto his knees to find the right position, his pants quickly discarded before Izuku had even noticed he was moving. “Don't you dare say it.”

“But Kacchan, you need to stretch, and-”

“I'm gonna say this one fuckin' time, and one time only,” Katsuki growled, cheeks burning. “I fuck myself on enough fuckin' green dildos to do this shit without an hour of prep, alright?”

“Y-You- Wait, green-? Kacchan, I-”

“You gonna let me ride you or not, fuckin' nerd?”

“Wha-? Yes, of course I am, like I was gonna say no, but-”

His words turned into a long, low moan when Katsuki began to sink onto him, slowly at first as he eased through the entrance, but quickly finding the right angle to fill him up just right. He pulled a face as he got settled, reaching for the lube bottle again to add a little more on the next stroke, but first he paused to take in the pretty sights.

He'd always know the nerd was hot, with his cute little butt and the chiselled abs, the chest that was quickly getting close to being as broad as All Might's, and the scars that reminded everyone just how far he was willing to go to save the people he cared about. Katsuki wasn't blind, he'd seen puberty hit and turn him from a squeaky little kid into an actual man, but something about the damn piercing had just sent him off the deep end.

Not to mention the photo Shouto had sent him later that night – he knew he'd allowed the weirdo to be his friend for a reason. He'd spent all night staring at that damn photo, at the abs on full display, tighter than ever with how tense Izuku was, the tears falling down his big dumb face like the crybaby he was.

And yeah, maybe he'd wrapped a fist around his cock as he stared, so what? Shouto shouldn't have sent him the damn picture if he wasn't meant to jerk off to it.

When Katsuki rose slowly up the thick shaft, slapping a bit of lube into the mix, he saw Izuku's breath hitch. Down in a hurry, back up with a little more squeezing, down again at a steady rhythm, and- There it was, a tear trickling out the corner of Izuku's eye. Crybaby was at it again, and something about that was just too damn hot.

“Cry for me,” Katsuki demanded, when izuku opened his mouth to apologise. “Let me see how damn good it feels, nerd.”

Izuku shuddered a little, a tiny sob wrenching its way out, and Katsuki's cock throbbed as he sped up his pace. It bounced with his motions, begging for attention, but Katsuki wasn't ready to cave just yet. He wanted to draw it all out, wanted to see those tears fall for him, wanted to see the way Izuku forgot how to move and speak and breathe for as long as his cock was in Katsuki's ass.

He smoothed his hand across Izuku's belly again, fingertips tracing the dark metal, and Izuku's mouth opened on a shaky breath.

“It's you, Kacchan,” he choked out. “I loved it be- haah- because of you.”

“Damn right you did,” Katsuki's smirk stretched wider, skin slapping as he moved even faster, his thighs burning as he thrust up and down, Izuku's hips twitching up to meet him as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to join the party. “Because you're mine, Deku. You've always been mine. And now it's like I've fuckin' branded you or something, and that's hot as fuck.”

“All yours,” Izuku agreed. “Kacchan mine.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki laughed breathlessly. “Kacchan yours. Now fuck me.”

Izuku finally bucked up in earnest, meeting Katsuki's fall, and that little bit of extra impact almost tipped Katsuki over the edge. He opened his mouth to let a moan fall out, hoping it might encourage the nerd at least a little, and sure enough, Izuku's hands reached up to grip his waist. They curled around the sides of his body, pulling him down into the thrusts, and Katsuki whined.

That was a new sound.

Spurred on, Izuku fucked up into him a little harder, matching Katsuki blow for blow with the same intensity they shared everywhere else in life, and Katsuki finally wrapped his hand around his dick. He tugged frantically, with no rhythm or finesse, but a few messy tugs gave him what little he needed, his cum splashing across Izuku's chest and staining his dark shirt. With a long moan, Izuku joined him in release, spreading a sticky puddle all over his crotch and Katsuki's ass alike as he made a few last twitchy thrusts.

They fell still, the room quiet around them, only two pairs of heaving lungs reminding them that they were still alive.

“I didn't get any on your piercing, did I?” Katsuki asked, slightly nervous as he inspected the damage.

“No,” Izuku laughed, eyes closed despite the tears that still squeezed out. “I think it's the only part of me not covered in something hot and sticky.”

“We can fix that,” Katsuki grinned to himself, running his tongue across Izuku's abs and toying dangerously close to the metal. “Nice and warm and wet now, nerd?”

“Gross, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, that's the gross bit,” Katsuki snorted. “You made a mess, loser.”

Izuku's eyes finally opened, his lips spreading into a big smile when he found Katsuki looking down at him, not even seeing all the gross, sticky puddles that were rapidly congealing on his sheets.

“You look pretty after you cum, Kacchan.”

“Shut the hell up,” Katsuki blushed, levering himself off the bed and onto shaky legs. “You're a mess.”

“Mmm, we'll clean up soon,” Izuku sighed, holding his arms up. “You didn't let me touch, Kacchan.”

“Haah?”

“You promised I could touch your chest!”

Katsuki couldn't resist a laugh, pleased to see Izuku grin along.

“Alright,” he caved, crawling back onto the messy bed. “You have like five minutes, then we shower.”

Izuku rolled over, finding Katsuki's pecs with his sweaty hand, and then, with a little wiggle, his fluffy hair was tickling Katsuki's nipples.

“Pillow,” Izuku explained, before Katsuki could demand to know what the hell he was doing. “Comfy pillow.”

“Weird fuckin' nerd.”

He threw an arm across the idiot all the same, holding him close and stroking lightly over his scarred bicep, and Izuku snuggled in for what looked to be a nap coming on.

“Five minutes,” Katsuki reminded him.

“Five minutes,” Izuku agreed, sighing contentedly. “And then a date?”

“Today?”

“Yeah!”

Katsuki paused, brain running a mile a minute as he struggled to figure out the appropriate response, his fingers combing through fluffy green hair as he tried to straighten out his thoughts.

“You own any more crop tops?” he asked, smiling wryly to himself.

“Mm-hm, a couple. Why?”

“We got this one a little messy,” Katsuki explained.

“You want me to wear one on a date?”

“I want you to wear nothing else for the rest of your damn life.”

A smile crept across Izuku's tired face, and Katsuki couldn't help but squeeze him a little tighter.

“You think it's hot?”

“I think you're hot,” Katsuki corrected him. “But the piercing and the new fashion sense helps a whole fuckin' lot.”

“Would you still like me if I only ore dumb t-shirts and jeans?”

“What, like two fuckin' weeks ago? Yeah, dumbass, I liked you then too.”

“Thank you, Kacchan.”

“Whatever, idiot.”

Another little sigh came from Izuku, mixed with a hint of a yawn, and Katsuki nodded, even though Izuku wasn't looking.

“Make it ten minutes,” he conceded. “Then we need a damn shower.”

“Together?”

“Damn right, together.”

“I'd like that.”

Izuku shifted his arms a little, wrapping one around Katsuki's slim waist in a hug, and for once Katsuki didn't try to shove him away.

“You'd look super hot with a nipple ring.”

“Would I, now?” Katsuki snorted. “I thought I was already super hot.”

“Super-even-hotter.”

“That good, huh?”

Izuku nodded, hair tickling Katsuki's chest, and Katsuki couldn't help but smile at his cute, cuddly little nerd-lump.

“I'll think about it.”