[At least that's a goal to aim for. Katsuki's not about to go driving for that any time soon, but it'd be a lie to say he hasn't wondered if he can wean Izuku off the teary response. Of course, that means he has to say more, so... Kind of a catch 22 situation, huh. He doesn't need to continued affirmation he's thought highly of. He knows.
Damned if he does and damned if he doesn't. He goes for does and takes the salty droplets on his tongue before leaning back to rest his forehead on the other boy's once again. Best part is feeling him shuddering like that, all those ripples translating up through his body and quivering against his stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
And his ass. Fuck, he can feel it in there too.
Yeah so fucking what? He's a hot, sexy nerd! Which of those three things is incorrect? Left breathing a little hotter above his mouth, Katsuki starts to twist his hand again, this time actively feeling along Izuku's walls with his finger. Wet and sticky, but flexing with each breath, shake, and heartbeat. If he's overstimulating him... "oops".]
Oh yeah? You saying you did that to me? [Grinning at him again, he presses his finger down, as if he's rubbing toward the pillows bolstering Izuku's hips. Trying to make him lose his voice again, get another shaking reaction, seeing what else he could pull from him.
Just... didn't expect to abruptly get accosted with, uh... that. Katsuki pauses, leaning up to put a bit of space between their mouths.] You were chewing on my shirt?
[Pretending he was there with him. A grin drags across his face again and he suddenly starts pushing his finger in and out. That's how you do it, right? Thrusting it. He's fucking Izuku with his finger. Kinda unreal, but the way he's clenching is amazing.] You really were eager for this, weren't you.
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Damned if he does and damned if he doesn't. He goes for does and takes the salty droplets on his tongue before leaning back to rest his forehead on the other boy's once again. Best part is feeling him shuddering like that, all those ripples translating up through his body and quivering against his stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
And his ass. Fuck, he can feel it in there too.
Yeah so fucking what? He's a hot, sexy nerd! Which of those three things is incorrect? Left breathing a little hotter above his mouth, Katsuki starts to twist his hand again, this time actively feeling along Izuku's walls with his finger. Wet and sticky, but flexing with each breath, shake, and heartbeat. If he's overstimulating him... "oops".]
Oh yeah? You saying you did that to me? [Grinning at him again, he presses his finger down, as if he's rubbing toward the pillows bolstering Izuku's hips. Trying to make him lose his voice again, get another shaking reaction, seeing what else he could pull from him.
Just... didn't expect to abruptly get accosted with, uh... that. Katsuki pauses, leaning up to put a bit of space between their mouths.] You were chewing on my shirt?
[Pretending he was there with him. A grin drags across his face again and he suddenly starts pushing his finger in and out. That's how you do it, right? Thrusting it. He's fucking Izuku with his finger. Kinda unreal, but the way he's clenching is amazing.] You really were eager for this, weren't you.