[#What If#]

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

"Y-you are- hah~ s-so good at th-this! H-how- AHN!"

Interrupting Katsuki's question by immediately deep throating as much as he could physically take. He gags, tears almost pricking at his eyes while being thrusted into not even close to a second after he nearly swallows the ash blonde's length. He is suffocating himself and he loves it. Moans, whimpers, pleas, his name, and gasps all send shivers throughout Izuku's very soul, and the hands knotted through his hair pulling and pushing leave him close to losing consciousness. His grip on the older boy's length loosens, and he struggles to look up, meeting the savage gaze of his partner whose expression switches to concern when fully taking in the sight of the freckled boy's face. He ceases all movement, attempting to pry the plump lips away from his member.

Except the greenette likes it, the feeling, sensation, it nearly tempts him to just drop dead on the spot. Before he can plan on this lovestruck thought, his stare twists to a ferocious one, and he forces his already aching body to continue bobbing his head at an increasing pace. The ash blonde is beyond his limits, and his voice cracks as he lets out a finalizing moan, releasing down the other's throat without warning.

Izuku assumes that is also why Katsuki wished to remove his head. The ash blonde body shakes in the other man's hold, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as the greenette feels a thick liquid fill his mouth, a moment weirded out until the salty taste in his mouth becomes no more upon swallowing what the older man had just released. The extravagant view, watching the greenette's throat move as he practically effortlessly drank from his member. It is a turn on, sexy in the ash blonde's eyes despite this being a constant whenever someone is given permission to perform such an action.

The shorter male brings himself back up, allowing his back to arch as his manhood hangs between the two and his lips are centimeters away from the taller boy's ear. Time has passed at unexpected speeds for them, even while they feel every minute were a second. Neither could care for the amount of time that they have used together, only giving acknowledgment to the shared moment they currently have.

Harsh breaths against Katsuki's neck affect each quiet noise which protrudes the deep red lips of his, and every peep triggers the overwhelming feeling of want devouring any slight possible hesitation.

"Kacchan... your fluids remain my alcohol. Please, allow me to fill you with mine."

The male beneath Izuku groans against him, grabbing his face to kiss, tasting his own semen from the mouth he had just cummed inside. His words follow the removing of his lips.

"My choice had been made long before this. I consent."

Demanding ruby eyes meet craving emerald ones, and— through what can only be described as a spiritual connection, read the minds of each other, ripping their hoodies and shirts off in a desperate manner before the freckled boy shoves a finger through his lover's hole. The sudden force on the ash blonde's entrance brings out a pitch he never knew of, leaving Izuku honored to be the first to make him create a beautiful sound.

"AH- H- IZUKU!!"

The finger repeats a motion of moving in and out; Izuku leans up to take in the addictive look of his partner's back arching, mouth hanging open, and sweaty chest rising and falling, calling to him to kiss, to bite.

To adore.

And he doesn't hesitate to do so. He guides his tongue over to one nipple, teasing the other with his free hand as he feels his length dripping with pre cum.

"F-FU- HAH~!!"

A ruction to the ash blonde's entrance and his chest causes his member to re-erect, barely having the ability to make an effort to think. With his throat and lungs burning, tears flowing, and pleasure manifest throughout him, he pleas— unknown to himself what for— one hand holding the behind of the greenette's neck, striving to not break it somehow. His other hand, however, is ripping grass from the earth's surface, fingers curling hard around each green blade and mercilessly yanking any they can get a hold of.