Closets & Heaven

Closets and Heaven (One Shot)

"Oi Deku!" Katsuki calls from the living room.

"Yes?" Izuku timidly asks.

"Shitty hair invited us to a party tonight, unless you have nerd stuff to do."

"I should be able to go," Izuku replies, looking for any work on his desk, "Yeah I'm good!"

"Alright," Katsuki responds, then muttering something through the phone and ending the call with a 'bye.'

"I'm gonna take a shower," Katsuki yells to Izuku before he gets up and begins heading to the bathroom. Stopping at Izuku's door, he pops his head in. Izuku is lying on his stomach, shorts risen a little too far up his soft thighs, and playing on his phone.

Katsuki freezes, slowly eying up his pale, freckled legs. His sight landing on Izuku's plush ass.

Izuku innocently looks up with big green eyes, "Yes Kachan?" He asks in a sweet voice.

Katsuki flushes a pink hue and clears his throat, "Are you gonna take one after me?"

"Mhmm!" He responds.

Katsuki quickly leaves the doorway as he feels his shorts begin to tent.

He rushes to the bathroom, closing the door as calmly as he can. Katsuki leans against the door and puts his palm on his buldge, applying light pressure.

"Fucking Deku," He mutters, slowly grinding into his hand. Katsuki stops and huffs out loud. He then begins the shower, turning the temp colder than usual to calm his body.

He takes off his clothes and examines himself in the mirror, looking at the bruises and scars from hero work.

Katsuki looks at himself for another minute before hopping into the shower.

He lets the water run down his face and lets out a relaxed sigh.

'Now for this' he thinks while looking down at his hardened cock.

Katsuki wraps his hand around himself, slipping his index finger into the slit, gathering the precum that beaded up there.

He uses the precum to lube himself up. He apples more pressure around his cock and begins to move his hand, slow at first but speeds up quickly.

Small huffs coming out of his parted lips, Izuku's name on the edge of his tongue.

Katsuki closes his eyes and begins to imagine Izuku on his knees in front of him with his mouth cutely parted open, waiting on Katsuki to come.

Katsuki speeds up more at the thought, breathing becoming faster.

"Fuck Izuku," Katsuki gasps quietly as the edge comes closer and closer. He begins bucking into his hand as his imagination gets wilder.

"Mmm," he moans softly, trying not to alert the other person in the house.

His thrusting becomes erratic when his climax gets closer.

Katsuki imagines Izuku's face being painted with his cum and he immediately comes undone, splurting into his hand that's slowly stroking to help him through.

He lets out a silent moan, throwing his head back onto the wall.

Once he comes down from his high, the guilt immediately sets in. 'I need to stop thinking about him when he does even like me like that' he whines in his head.

Katsuki quickly washes up, wanting to get out of the shower already. He turns off the water and grabs his towel that's hanging next to the curtain.

He wipes his face first and then ruffles his wet hair with the towel to somewhat dry it. He wraps the towel loosely around his waist, too distracted at the moment.