[He needed this. He needed this so much, and he didn't even know how badly, not until their lips touched and a fire lit within his stomach, chest--everywhere.
As he moved his lips against Kacchan's, moving one hand to massage his scalp as he pressed closer, Izuku moaned. For just a little bit, he wanted to feel, and keep feeling, and just lose himself in it and Kacchan, and forget the rest of the world existed.
Right now, he wasn't a pro-hero. Or a son. Or a man dealing with the weight of others on himself.
He was just a man in love, kissing someone else and basking in their warmth, and hoping to All Might that he felt as good about this as he did.
His kiss is no less gentle, but that need bleeds through it.
It's okay to kiss him right now, he tells himself. Kacchan isn't pushing me away. He wants this, too.
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As he moved his lips against Kacchan's, moving one hand to massage his scalp as he pressed closer, Izuku moaned. For just a little bit, he wanted to feel, and keep feeling, and just lose himself in it and Kacchan, and forget the rest of the world existed.
Right now, he wasn't a pro-hero. Or a son. Or a man dealing with the weight of others on himself.
He was just a man in love, kissing someone else and basking in their warmth, and hoping to All Might that he felt as good about this as he did.
His kiss is no less gentle, but that need bleeds through it.
It's okay to kiss him right now, he tells himself. Kacchan isn't pushing me away. He wants this, too.