[#What If#]

~{'Constellations of an Exploding Star (DekuBaku)'}~

Needy hands roam every part of the other's body, they cannot get enough, they need more, far more than what they currently have. The eldest male brings a hand between them, finding the band of the younger's sweatpants, then the band to his underwear. A frozen Izuku's eyes widen at the sudden invading of a hand directly touching his member, already leaking pre cum due to sensitivity.

Do not blame the two if they succumb to their urges and ejaculate before managing to enter and be entered, they are young, and still have yet to discover everything they can do together. It is not like they have done this before. A teenager cannot and should not be expected to know details like such.

As the hand teases the shorter, they continue to kiss, sloppily for a moment before the freckled boy catches his lover off guard by clamping down on his shoulder, a loud, gracious moan filling the greenette's ears. Music— beyond it in fact to Izuku— playing a melody of love and lust, a combination that has begun to spark something within him. A deep longing that was previously so unreachable to him, a fire igniting in the winter. Katsuki had aided in getting Izuku to discover the part of himself he had subconsciously hidden away for so long.

It wasn't lust, it wasn't love either.

It was passion.

"I-Izuku," the ash blonde gasps.

He never had the passion for anything like this, simply trying anything he had felt was right and couldn't feel. He craved a spark, a something, an anything. He had convinced himself of false love, creating a void in his heart and in his soul, not understanding until now that all he had ever wanted was proper passion.

"M-mmh, Ka-acchan," the emerald eyed boy groans.

His eyes were set on Katsuki, and now forever will be now that he's found what he's been missing.

"I-I need you, Iz-zuku..."

Struggling to force his words out, he pants and moans between every loving, yet painful word. "I... thirst for your heart, my... my love."

The ruby eyed man cups his lover's cheek, keeping his other inside his underwear as amusement and fondness take over the once harsh features he so naturally is able to hold. "Ngh... Oh, Izuku... my Izuku." Slowly, the teasing hand slips from beneath the greenette's clothing, taking his pants and pulling them to his knees, not yet exposing what was hidden under the cloth, but revealing a large, wet spot where his member is. "You needn't be so anxious. A-Allow yourself to relax with me, as you have d-done before. Please-" He brings a finger to hook around the boxer's band, tugging just enough for the cool air to brush against the wet skin upon his sensitive body part. "-let me... be... your first and last."

Bringing his hands above the other's waist, the younger male quickly rolls them to flip sides. Bakugou is now pinned beneath Midoriya, hand still somehow on his cheek as his finger slips out from the boxers. Sharing a challenging gaze, their bodies heating against each other, breaths mingling, and faces flushed deeply, the taller male finally removes the underwear, seeing Izuku's length spring free, veiny and throbbing. It entreats for the touch that Katsuki gives like no other, rough and caring to him. The ash blonde nearly gulps when seeing how the length compared to his is... quite the length for someone his age. He curiously touches the tip with his finger, feeling a semi-sticky liquid coat it

A scarred hand unbuttons at the jeans on Katsuki, giving relief and agonizingly removing patience from the older man. His thoughts grow cloudy while feralness– as he describes— consumes him. Wasting no time, the green eyed male also removes the boxers covering the ruby eyed male's length, noticeably smaller than his, but clearly average. He brought his body down between the other male's legs, facing the aching tip of his before hesitantly kissing his inner thigh, nibbling at the skin as the ash blonde looks as if he's in preparation for death. Sticking out his tongue, he swipes across the tip and wraps a hand around the base, slowly stroking it and giving the occasional squeeze as well just to hear soft whines and moans escape the bruised, gorgeously glossy lips of his lover.