Kacchan was touching his hair, he was kissing back -- not gently, but hard, with as much passion as he was -- and Izuku's entire body was about ready to burn from everything.
This was so good.
So, so good.
Izuku moans again, needy and heavy into his kiss.]
Kacchan--
[He whispered his name against his lips like a plea, but it feels wrong. He should be saying something else, something more intimate -- his head was fuzzed, but his heart and body were holding the reigns, leading the hand that's not in Kacchan's hair to slide down and slip under his shirt, clinging to his bare back with need and purpose.]
Katsuki.
[Yeah, that's what he should be saying. His mouth moved against Kacchan's, matching him depth for depth, passion for passion.
He'd never kissed anyone this deep, this good before. Ochaco was the closest, but even at their most intimate did he feel like he was burning alive from the inside.]
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Kacchan was touching his hair, he was kissing back -- not gently, but hard, with as much passion as he was -- and Izuku's entire body was about ready to burn from everything.
This was so good.
So, so good.
Izuku moans again, needy and heavy into his kiss.]
Kacchan--
[He whispered his name against his lips like a plea, but it feels wrong. He should be saying something else, something more intimate -- his head was fuzzed, but his heart and body were holding the reigns, leading the hand that's not in Kacchan's hair to slide down and slip under his shirt, clinging to his bare back with need and purpose.]
Katsuki.
[Yeah, that's what he should be saying. His mouth moved against Kacchan's, matching him depth for depth, passion for passion.
He'd never kissed anyone this deep, this good before. Ochaco was the closest, but even at their most intimate did he feel like he was burning alive from the inside.]
Don't stop. Please.