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“Mmphf- jesus, you really don’t hold back, huh?” His carmine eyes glint in the dim light of the club’s bathroom stall, purple-tinted bulbs making them shine ruby instead of their usual flaming red. His lips are bitten and flushed, a clearly defined crescent of tooth indentations decorating the lower portion, left by his partner. Izuku shakes his head, panting breathlessly against Katsuki’s jawline. It’s a marvel how someone can be so angular and yet so soft at the same time, rounded cheeks- that he could kiss for days- fading into a jaw sharp enough to cut like a knife. It’s much like the blonde himself, really- but there’s no time for waxing philosophical right now, not when they’ve only got a short amount of time before the others come looking for them.
Izuku’s hands wander over the blonde’s chest, eager and uninhibited. He has an absurd amount of alcohol on his side, erasing any timidness. “No, not when- you look like this.” Katsuki isn’t used to it, but he’s not complaining by any means. His movements are sluggish from inebriation- there’s no way he could take control right now.
The look on Izuku’s face as he parts the front of Katsuki’s shirt, fumbling to unbutton with clumsy fingers, is nothing short of reverent. No matter how many times he’d seen this sight, Katsuki’s bare chest, it never ceases to make his mind become staticky with lust and admiration. He’s sculpted, beautiful, an Adonis incarnate. Scarred fingers travel the muscled expanse aimlessly, grazing over pebbled nipples and through well-trimmed hair.
He can’t help but move downwards, half kneeling and half falling to the ground in front of Katsuki. The blonde looks down at him incredulously, mind dragging along at a snail’s pace. His cheeks flush pink as what Izuku is planning finally registers. He’s as clumsy and embarrassed as a virgin right now, crammed into the tiny bathroom stall with his boyfriend and hoping not to get caught.
It takes a little work to unfasten Katsuki’s pants, Izuku’s face hovering close enough as he squints in concentration that the blonde can feel his heated breath through the cloth. His boxers are tugged down unceremoniously, allowing Katsuki’s member to spring free. He’s rock-hard, tip shining with pre and shaft pulsing with blood. Izuku breathes heavily as he takes in the sight. Just as with Katsuki’s chest, his cock is something Izuku has seen and touched many times, but it never ceases to look miraculous to the emerald-eyed man. He flicks his gaze up towards the blonde for just a moment, taking in the sight of flushed pink cheeks and blown red eyes before moving in to taste the treat before him.
Katsuki’s cock is heavy on the man’s tongue, the tang of salty sweat strongly present. It was hot in the club- but Izuku doesn’t mind at all. Quite the contrary, really- it tastes like the most alluring ambrosia, godly nectar straight from the heavens. He’s Persephone in the Underworld, and he’s far too eager to taste the pomegranates and stay forever. There’s no hesitation in taking the blonde in to the hilt, gag reflex repressed by years of practice. He moans, sending vibrations up Katsuki’s length. The blonde groans in response, fingers winding through verdant curls. He pulls Izuku in closer, holding him there. “Good boy-“ he groans, voice low. It’s hardly audible over the loud music from outside the bathroom, but Izuku can read the blonde’s lips easily.
Katsuki is admittedly not the best at controlling himself while sober, and drunkenness amplifies this lack of control tenfold. He can’t help the way he thrusts into Izuku’s mouth, battering the poor man’s throat. It feels too good to stop. His fingers clench into green curls, tugging him in, keeping him close. “Fucking- take it,” he breathes. Izuku’s face is red, spluttering around the blonde’s shaft. A drip of saliva tracks down his chin. He’s drooling profusely, unable to breathe or think about anything except the blonde man using his mouth with feral vigor. Eventually it’s too much, though, and he has to roughly pull back to gasp for air. Katsuki groans aloud, looking down at him with desperation. “’S too much, gotta- gotta catch my breath,” Izuku gasps, chest heaving. He lifts a scarred hand to wipe away the spit around his mouth, bracing himself against the wall with the other.
“Fuck that,” grunts Katsuki, words imperceptibly slurring together. He drags Izuku up with a firm grip on his arms, lifting him almost effortlessly. He slots himself between Izuku’s thighs, slick cock rubbing against Izuku’s jeans. “‘M gonna- ‘m gonna fuck you,” he huffs.
Izuku is wide-eyed and compliant, hands traveling to cling to Katsuki’s shoulders as his back is pressed to the cool metal wall of the bathroom stall. Katsuki makes short work of his pants, not bothering to take them fully off. They’re shoved down unceremoniously until they dangle from one leg precariously over the bathroom floor, his boxers following quickly behind. No time is wasted by the two, foregoing any prep entirely. It’s a dangerous game, one Izuku is sure to be incredibly sore for later, but Katsuki is too needy and they’ve got too little time to take it slow. There’s a burn as the blonde pushes inwards, bringing tears to Izuku’s eyes. His nails dig into Katsuki’s skin as he grits his teeth, groaning. Within moments, Katsuki is settled fully to the hilt, panting. It will be impossible to last long like this, drunk with a tight ass clenching around his cock like a vice.
Their bodies meet with the sound of rustling cloth, dampened skin loudly slapping together in the enclosed space. Thank god there’s nobody else in the bathroom, and hopefully nobody near the bathroom door. They pant in tandem, too dazed to kiss. Instead, their eyes simply meet, watching each other as they climb higher towards climaxing. Katsuki’s eyes are hazy from sex and alcohol, eyelids hooded and hardly opened. Izuku is in a similar state, emerald eyes clenched shut as he tries desperately not to moan.
Izuku is the first to come undone. All it takes is a particularly sharp thrust to his prostate, and he shouts. His back arches away from the wall, every muscle of his body tensing in unison as pleasure courses through his veins. Katsuki’s eyes go wide at Izuku’s volume- there’s no way people nearby outside didn’t hear him. It’s embarrassing, and he feverishly hopes that none of their friends heard, but god does it stroke his pride. Izuku, usually so composed in public, moaning like a whore all because of him.
With that thought on his mind, Katsuki doesn’t last much longer. A few more thrusts and he tips over the edge too, biting at Izuku’s shoulder to muffle his own groan. His cock spasms, spurting thick, white fluid to fill the freckled man. He’s too tired to continue, the alcohol in his system taking its toll. They cling together, catching their breath, chests heaving. It’s hot and stuffy in the bathroom, and the scent of sex hangs heavily in the air. To whoever comes in next, there will be no doubt of what just happened in that tiny stall.
Just as they begin to redress, Izuku blushing over how Katsuki’s seed is beginning to leak from his ass as Katsuki wipes Izuku’s off of his chest, the door creaks. They freeze, looking wide-eyed over the stall door. It’s much too apparent who has just come in the door- a shock of spiky red hair entering the bathroom. “Midoriya? Bakubro? Are you guys okay?”
As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, another voice chimes in, it’s owner too short to be seen over the stall. “Yeah, you guys have been in here a while- hey, wait a minute, it smells like… oh my god!” Denki exclaims, a gagging noise accentuating his reaction. Izuku covers his face with his hands, physically melting against Katsuki as he burns with embarrassment. Katsuki himself looks pale as a sheet, red eyes uncharacteristically huge. Izuku groans, thunking his head against Katsuki’s chest and giving a pitiful whimper.
“They’re never gonna let this go…”