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"You want me to teach you gaming?" Katsuki furrowed his brows, looking extremely unimpressed.
Still full of enthusiasm, Izuku nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's exactly what I've said."
The confused look on Katsuki's face only deepened. "You can literally ask your boyfriend. You know he plays just as much as I do, and his room's just a few meters down the corridor."
A warm smile bloomed on Izuku's face, his body jerking a little with barely contained excitement. "Yes, but there's this little thing. Shoto can't know about that."
"Okay, I admit, I wasn't really getting what you were trying to say. But now you have fully lost me."
"Right, right. I'm getting ahead of myself." With every word, the speed of Izuku's speech increased. "But basically we're having our one-year anniversary, and I wanna surprise him with something nice. And I just thought it would be so cool to learn how to game. 'Cause as you said, he likes gaming, and for the longest time, I couldn't bring myself to learn about this part of his life. But I guess I'm ready now, though I really need help to get into it. And who's a better teacher than his flatmate, with whom he plays all the time? So, would you help me?"
Breathlessly, Izuku stared at the man in front of him, making his best attempt at puppy eyes. With each second, he could see Katsuki's expression relaxing, gears turning in his head. Finally, fate was decided. "Okay, I'll do it."
Izuku jumped happily, wanting to hug Katsuki, but stopped himself at the last second. They weren't that close. "Thank you, thank you! You're a lifesaver."
Unexpectedly, Katsuki's expression melted from annoyance into cheerfulness. "Don't thank me yet. Maybe I'm a bad teacher."
"No way. You always beat Shoto's ass. You're actually so cool for this." Izuku squealed, shutting his mouth with a hand. "Don't tell him I said that. And obviously don't tell him about the whole teaching thing."
Katsuki chuckled. "Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear that." His eyes slowly traveled up and down Izuku's body. "Why would I talk with him about you?"
Slyly moving his brows, Izuku shrugged. "I don't know. I'm so irresistible. I'm sure Shoto can't stop gushing about me."
A little game was started, and Katsuki answered playfully, "Right, he always brings you up. Seems like he's in love with you or something."
"Or something." Izuku raised one side of his mouth in an attempt to hide his excitement. "And what does he tell you about me?"
"Oh, everything!" It stopped being a friendly game of tag when Katsuki started carelessly throwing words without a filter. "He always praises how innocent you are, how you would never say a bad word, and how you know nothing about sex."
With a loud explosion inside Izuku's head, his heart dropped, taking all the air from his lungs with it. The temperature of his face rose to an unimaginable level.
"Oh." Katsuki stared at him with wide eyes. "I shouldn't have overstepped, sorry."
"Whatever," mumbled Izuku, turning away slightly. "Let's just get to studying."
Of course, it felt extremely awkward when someone brought up Izuku's lack of knowledge in the sex sphere. However, it was all true. He knew that people did this thing when they really liked each other. But besides that? Nothing. What exactly was this thing? How did you know you liked someone enough to try it? Just thousands of blanks left untouched by his mother, while Izuku himself was too scared to look for any information about the topic. "Ignorance is bliss," he thought.
Taking this suggestion as an opportunity to escape embarrassing silence, Katsuki jumped to his computer, turning it on. "Right, I'll let you play some basics to assess the level of disaster we're working with."
Izuku came closer, staying unusually quiet, Katsuki's words still weighing him down. The screen exploded with bright colors as some happy music started playing. "What should I do?"
"Just sit on my chair." Katsuki motioned with his hand, extending the gamepad with the other. "Play how you feel. I wanna test your instincts."
Following the orders, Izuku played his first-ever game, and it felt unexpectedly incredible. Bright colors and swift movements were so distracting that he completely forgot the earlier awkwardness. Focused on trying his best, Izuku barely noticed when the round ended. Sadly, his instincts turned out to be not so great—the humiliating 11 out of 100 shone on the screen.
"Okay," Katsuki dragged out the last vowel. “Honestly, it could be worse.” Their eyes met, and Izuku saw the other’s best attempt at a reassuring smile. “On a brighter note, the only way from here is up.”
And as if right on cue, a sob escaped Izuku’s mouth, tears slowly starting to run down the cheeks. “That’s it. I’m hopeless.”
“Hey, don't even think that.” Suddenly, Katsuki's palms were cupping his face, thumbs wiping away the tears. “We’re going to fix this. Together.”
The unfamiliar touch and raw honesty in his eyes made Izuku calm down a little. “You really think so?”
“Yeah, I do.”
So there they were, in position, ready for studying. The lights were dimmed for better concentration as Izuku sat on Katsuki's lap. It was the best possible pose for both of them to be able to grip the controller comfortably. While Izuku's inexperienced fingers fumbled with buttons helplessly, Katsuki's sure ones slowly danced around the gamepad, assisting. The position felt strangely cozy. With Katsuki’s arms basically wrapped around him, Izuku felt secure, ready to face any challenge the studying would throw his way.
There was only one little problem. Well, not so little, as it felt like Katsuki had a bottle of shampoo in one of his pockets. Usually, Izuku wasn’t the one to complain about others’ strange habits. However, this particular case was bothering him. Katsuki could have random stuff in his pockets whenever he wanted, for all Izuku cared. But this thing felt hard against his bottom, drawing his attention away from the game.
“Hey,” Izuku tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. “The thing in your pocket’s kinda distracting. I can’t really sit properly.”
Katsuki chuckled. “Right, sorry. Let me just…” On that, he lifted Izuku with one hand, the other shuffling through the fabrics. Just a moment later, they were back in the same position. “Here we go. Hope that’s better.”
It definitely felt that way—no more bottom-pocking things. Now it lay flat against his front, touching his flower and lower stomach and reaching all the way to his belly button. Izuku giggled. It looked like he got some kind of huge navel piercing. And considering that apparently this thing was part of Katsuki’s body, the man himself was the jewel.
The confusing part of it all? What was that thing? Whatever, Izuku needed to lock back in and continue studying.
And he really tried to accomplish this goal, but each movement caused the thing to shift a little, gliding against his flower. It was again distracting, and Izuku was ready to complain. However, he decided against it. Firstly, he thought Katsuki would definitely get offended and stop teaching him. Secondly, this friction felt unexpectedly nice. Though the concentration still felt too out of reach.
Letting out a huff, Izuku leaned back against Katsuki’s chest. “Tired?” Izuku answered with a small nod. “Okay, rest a bit. I’ll play as a demonstration.”
Once again, Izuku really tried and really failed to focus. As Katsuki started playing himself, he got super invested in the game, making sharp movements once in a while. Each time that led to the thing rubbing Izuku’s flower. With each touch, focus seemed further and further away. And then Katsuki’s leg started bouncing. Once again, Izuku wasn’t the one to judge others for their habits. But this? It was driving him crazy.
The thing was gliding up and down against his flower. And wow, it felt nice. The warmth was slowly spreading higher. It started with tingling in his flower and now felt like sparks in his stomach. Izuku needed to say something to stop this before he was driven into full madness. But he couldn’t—too out of breath, too out of thoughts, too out of power.
So Katsuki continued to bounce his leg, and his thing continued to rub Izuku’s flower. Bright colors and loud sounds weren’t enough to draw Izuku’s attention from the sensation in his lower body. The sparks were growing in size and number, ready to burst. With all that shifting, Izuku's focus had been lost completely. Searching for some steadiness, he gripped the edge of the table. Katsuki didn't seem to notice all that turmoil as he just continued the game.
With sparks now filling all the volume of his stomach, Izuku wanted to scream, warning that something bad was coming. But he could only whimper weakly, the sound of the game hiding all his struggles. The constant rubbing against his flower seemed to reach some new intensity—the pleasure was so great that Izuku stopped feeling his fingers from how hard he was gripping the table.
And then it happened: the sparks exploded like fireworks in his stomach as he let out a scream. They kept exploding and bursting, and Izuku kept screaming and moaning.
When it stopped, Izuku breathed heavily, slowly coming back to reality. With Katsuki not moving, he finally was able to focus on things around him: the paused game, the steady body behind, and... oh no, his shorts were soaking wet, and looking down, so were Katsuki's pants. Izuku had peed himself. "I'm so sorry. I have no idea how that's happened."
Tears swelled in his eyes, ready to spill. "Oh no, don't be. It's all right." With steady hands, Katsuki lifted them from the chair, turning to stand face-to-face. His palms rested on Izuku's cheeks, thumbs wiping his eyes. At the same time, the thing poked at his stomach.
"No, it's not!" Izuku was angry at himself, but Katsuki was the collateral damage. "You were helping, and I peed at you."
A loud laugh echoed through the room. "You didn't really... Okay, it doesn't matter. It's really fine.”
"You're sure?" Opening his eyes was scary, but Katsuki looked at him with nothing but care. "Can I make it up to you?"
"Really, you don't..." Suddenly, Katsuki's expression changed. A wide smile appeared on his face, red light from the game reflecting in his eyes. "You can help me clean it."
Izuku beamed with hope: of course, he knew how to wash clothes. "I'll do it. It's the least I can do."
But to his surprise, Katsuki didn't go away to change. Instead, he simply sat back in the chair. "Okay, then do it."
"Erm, how am I supposed to wash your clothes if you're still in them?"
"Right." Katsuki chuckled. "I don't want you to wash my clothes. I want you to clean my... my joystick."
Izuku's eyes were the size of saucers. "How did I wet your joystick? I didn’t even know you had one." Without answering, Katsuki simply looked down. Following his gaze, Izuku stared at the thing that caused all of it. The fabric around it was visibly wet. "Oh, that's your joystick..."
"Yeah, and as you can see, it kinda needs to be cleaned," Katsuki responded smugly. “It’s part of studying.”
It sounded logical: Izuku asked to teach him gaming, and Katsuki offered exactly that, to play with his joystick. He was such a nice and considerate teacher. Slow steps led Izuku back, close to the chair. "But how am I supposed to..." He waved his hand around.
Katsuki raised his eyes, looking like the king of the world. "Simple. The best solution in this case is spit."
"Spit?" Honestly, Izuku wasn't the most advanced user of washing supplies, but he had never heard of saliva being used in this scenario.
"Yes, you know all the chemicals in it to digest food are actually really useful." Katsuki was so sure, so knowing, that Izuku simply couldn't not admire him, ready to follow his orders. "So come here, sit on your knees." Izuku did what he had been told, his body now almost fully hidden under the table. The joystick stretched the fabric of the pants in a way that he could barely see Katsuki's face. But the voice came, still sure and demanding. "Now take off my pants."
Not knowing why, Izuku felt nervousness bubbling in his chest. Still, he proceeded, extending his shaking hands and hooking the band of the pants with his fingers. Katsuki lifted his bottom a bit, and Izuku started the task. It was a little struggle to get the band past the joystick, as it was kinda big and sturdy, but he managed. The rest of the way down went with ease, and when the pants were off, Izuku looked up.
The joystick looked interesting: long and thick. At the top, there was a round red ending, and at the bottom, where it connected to Katsuki's body, a flared base hid in the blond hair.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" Katsuki sounded proud, and it suddenly made Izuku feel shy.
As their eyes connected, he gulped, nodding. "How do I..."
A blinding smile welcomed him. "You need to cover it with your saliva, so... Lick it, take it in your mouth, suck it. Just like a lollipop. But, please, don't bite," welcomed him.
Just like a lollipop. It sounded manageable. Still nervous, Izuku came closer, sticking out his tongue and making a small lick. Katsuki nodded, reassuring. More sure now, Izuku licked from the bottom to the top, collecting the taste on his tongue. It was new, musky, and salty. But surprisingly, Izuku liked it.
Trying more, he took the red top in his mouth. It went in with a bit of struggle, stretching his lips. It definitely was way bigger than any lollipop Izuku had ever tried. But still, he did his best to suck on it.
"That's right, good boy. You're doing great." The praise was followed by a hand that ran through his locks. It rested comfortably on his head, applying pressure. Happy to oblige, Izuku tried to take more. But the joystick went only a little farther inside his mouth before hitting some barrier. Coughing, he moved away and looked up with glassy eyes. "Okay, that's the area that we'll need to improve at our future studying sessions."
Izuku felt down and determined to show that he can improve even now. Thus, his mouth was back on the joystick. Slowly, Izuku went lower until it once again hit the barrier. But this time he was prepared and didn't cough, didn't move away, and stayed there, hollowing his cheeks. Katsuki laughed, patting his head. "Such an eager student. I like it."
The compliment made Izuku's chest warm, and he would've smiled if his lips weren't stretched this much. Carefully, he went up and down, trying to expand his limits.
And then the front door clicked shut. Shoto was back. Oh no, it was so over. Izuku breathed heavily, looking at Katsuki, scared. The boyfriend can't see him like that—it would spoil the whole surprise.
But the comeback didn't seem to have any effect on Katsuki—he still had the same sure and knowing look. "Continue cleaning. He won't know a thing. Trust me." On that, Izuku was shoved farther under the table, his body now fully hidden underneath. The sound of the game came just a moment before the knock on the bedroom door.
"Come in." Katsuki's voice stayed steady.
"Hi, man." Shoto sounded happy, though a bit of tiredness could be heard. "Is Izuku at ours? Saw his sneakers at the front."
Izuku's blood ran cold. How could he have been so stupid? This was the end, and he only had himself to blame. But Katsuki didn't even budge. "Nah, haven't seen him. He probably decided to be silly and wear some of yours."
"I didn't notice any pair missing." And once again, Izuku's heart raced from fear.
"As I said. Silly. He picked one of mine. I just noticed it today."
"Oh," Shoto let out a breath and a lighthearted laugh. "I'll text him to return it."
"He better." And as the air finally felt breathable again, Izuku felt calmer. "Hey, I'm playing Mighty Might. Wanna join?”
“Yes, definitely." Now, Shoto sounded more relaxed. “But just one round. I’m really tired.”
When the door clicked shut, Izuku felt a hand coming to rest on his nape. “As I said, he wouldn’t know a thing.”
Knowing that words couldn't describe the depths of the gratitude he felt at the moment, Izuku did the best thing he could think of: he placed his lips on the joystick and left a soft peck. Izuku didn't know where the idea to do this had even come from, but at the moment, it felt like the most natural thing to do. And judging by how much his face hurt from smiling and how warm his stomach was, this decision had been right.
Apparently, Katsuki liked it too. Soft laughter came from above the table, where Izuku couldn't see. "It felt nice. Do it again." And Izuku complied, leaving small kisses all over the length while giggling.
He was enjoying it so much when a hand gripped his hair, tugging him away. "That's enough for now. Your boyfriend invited me to a duel. So, as you promised, clean my joystick while I destroy him in the game. Deal?" Izuku knew he didn't need to answer. Instead, he simply wrapped his lips around the top of the length, sucking on it. "That's a good boy."
The match began: sounds of explosions and the usual bickering between two friends filled the room. At the same time, Izuku was focused on the task at hand. To clean the joystick, he needed to cover it fully in saliva. Therefore, Izuku bobbed his head up and down, trying his best to fit as much as possible. Sadly, his stubborn throat wasn't cooperating and wouldn't let it slide farther. At least, his mouth was useful, producing more spit than usual. Saliva formed thick bubbles on the length when Izuku's head went up, and calculating all the possibilities, he came up with a solution. His throat was useless, but he still had hands. Putting them on the joystick and gliding down, Izuku tried his best to spread his spit as much as possible. Obviously, it wasn't enough. But he wasn't a quitter. With his mouth back on top, Izuku continued working tirelessly. Up and down went his head. Up and down went his hands. Up and down spread his spit. Up and down.
Katsuki's steady voice didn't show any reaction to all the efforts. But at least the joystick was responsive. Under Izuku's determined attention, it twitched, producing some kind of liquid. It stained his taste buds and left a lasting impression. But the flavor was actually pleasant, making Izuku even more determined to do his best and fish out a little more of that tasty liquid. His tactic proved to be effective as more and more of it poured into his mouth, making him feel giddy. It felt amazing to do so many important things at the same time: Izuku was studying to impress his boyfriend, helping Katsuki clean his joystick, and at the same time, enjoying the process so much.
His throat started to sore, his jaw getting tired from being open so wide. But Izuku didn't stop—real improvement was possible only through pain. The progress felt tangible: almost the entire length was covered in saliva. It was just too big for Izuku's mouth to produce enough spit, with it constantly evaporating. Still, he worked tirelessly, letting Katsuki invade the deepest part of his throat.
Being so invested in the process, Izuku barely noticed the moment when Katsuki pulled his chair away from the table. And like a loyal dog on a chain, Izuku, with his lips on the joystick, was pulled too. Their eyes finally met, and Izuku saw some deep, primal feeling in the other's gaze. "I'm gonna shoot a massive load, and you're gonna eat it all up."
On the other end of the connection, Shoto groaned. "Stop talking dirty to me."
But Izuku knew these words were directed not towards his boyfriend but towards himself. He had no idea what they actually meant. Though he knew the only thing that mattered was following this order and making his teacher proud.
And then it happened—the joystick tensed in his mouth before something started coming out of it. It wasn't just the previous liquid that he liked; it was something entirely different. This one came in strong bursts, and there was a lot more of it. His brain screamed, "Eat!" and Izuku started swallowing. But the liquid was much thicker than before, clinging to his tired, overused throat. It piled up until the amount became unbearable to swallow, making Izuku cough, spilling some of it. The joystick fell out of his mouth, and a couple more bursts landed across his face.
He failed. He didn't eat it all like it was ordered. He was a hopeless student.
But when the computer produced cheering sounds, signaling Katsuki's victory, he looked down once again. And unexpectedly, he smiled wildly. Was he not upset? Hope sparked inside Izuku's chest.
"Okay, you won this one." Shoto's voice was tired and a little disappointed. "But next time, I'm gonna beat your ass."
Katsuki didn't look up, his gaze locked with Izuku's. "Oh, you wish." And then, finally, the call was discontinued. "You did great for your first time."
The compliment felt nice, but it still wasn't fully reassuring. "Even despite not swallowing it all?"
"As I said, that means there's still so much I can teach you. And I think it's beautiful." With Katsuki's hand coming down to caress his hair, Izuku finally felt better about his accomplishments. Then Katsuki fished out his phone. "Take it back as far as you can. I wanna take a photo."
Izuku's cheeks burned—he felt like he wasn't looking his best. Hair disheveled, lips swollen, eyes teary. And this liquid was still clinging to his face. "Why?"
Katsuki chuckled like it was the most overt thing. "To track progress, obviously."
The weight lifted off Izuku's shoulders. No one was going to see it besides the two of them, as it was purely for scientific purposes. He easily obeyed, opening his mouth and taking the joystick in. His sore throat was resisting, but he ignored it. One more time wouldn't hurt.
When Izuku was filled to his limits, Katsuki let out a deep, happy breath. "Perfect!" And the photoshoot began.
Just Izuku. Snap. Katsuki's hand in his hair. Snap. On his face. Snap. Smearing the liquid. Snap. From one side. Snap. From the other. Snap.
As they finished, Izuku moved away, finally breathing freely, letting his throat rest. "What should I do with your liquid?"
Katsuki stopped staring at his phone like it contained some kind of treasure. "My liquid? Oh... It's a prize for you for helping me clean everything properly." His hand once again found its way to Izuku's hair. "It's actually very good for your health. That's why I told you to swallow it. Even if it tastes weird, it's really healthy."
"Weird? I really liked the taste," Izuku answered innocently. The flavor was new but still very pleasurable, making his taste buds sing with excitement.
"Oh," Katsuki looked genuinely surprised. "Then I'll make sure to feed it to you more often."
"It'll be my pleasure." The promise made Izuku's chest bloom. However, the liquid on his face had lost its warmth and sat as a cold reminder. "But what about this portion?"
"It's actually good for your skin, too. Just rub it in like a moisturizer." As Izuku followed the advice, his fingers spreading the liquid all over his face, Katsuki didn't break eye contact even for a second. His lips moved into a sly smile. "It's called cum. So if you need it, just come to me and say, "I want your cum."
"Cum..." the word rolled naturally off Izuku’s tongue. "Your cum is so tasty. I like your cum."
And when Katsuki fully beamed at him, Izuku felt warm. He was doing something right.
While cleaning the joystick, Izuku couldn't fully grasp what his body was feeling. But now, with some post-session clarity, he managed to pinpoint the exact reason for the warmth in his lower stomach. It was his flower. It was burning with unknown desire. His wet clothes had cooled down, drastically contrasting in temperature with his flower. Izuku desperately needed to change.
Standing up, he waved his hand to the door. "I gotta go. Need to clean myself up." Ready to go away, Izuku didn't expect Katsuki to grab his waist, bringing him closer.
"Stay," he said, almost sounding desperate. "I mean, you cleaned my joystick; it's only fair I clean yours."
"You wanna clean my flower?"
"Yeah… your flower," Katsuki smirked. "As I said, saliva is the best solution."
Izuku smiled widely, showcasing his gratitude. "Oh my god, you're the best."
"Oh, I know." Squeezing his waist, Katsuki stood up, leading them away from the gaming setup. They stopped at his bed. "Sit down. It'll be more convenient here."
As always, Izuku simply followed the order, feeling the bed slightly bending under him. Katsuki hovered over him, hooking his fingers under the band of his shorts. "Let's see what we'll be working with." Effortlessly, he lifted Izuku's bottom before tugging the shorts off. The coldness of the wet fabric was replaced by chilly air, making Izuku relax a bit.
The intensity of Katsuki's gaze on him felt almost unbearable. Izuku felt shy. "Do you not like my flower?"
Katsuki licked his lips, looking up, his pupils blown out. "No, I love it. It's perfect."
"You really think so?" Still so insecure, Izuku tried to become as small as possible. "I kinda like your thing more. I mean, it's a whole joystick."
Taken aback, Katsuki rested his hands on the bed between the opened legs. "Wow, thanks. And I like yours. I guess that means we need to play with each other more frequently." His palm found its way to Izuku's thigh. "Besides, your flower's a controller too. Just a different kind."
"Yeah?" After feeling inferior for some time, Izuku clung to this revelation with hope.
"It's more of a trackball. Let me show you." With that, his palm glided lower, stopping just an inch away from the flower. And then his thumb extended, pressing on. At the moment, it seemed like the world stopped spinning. A jolt of electricity ran through Izuku's spine, making him shut his eyes tight and let out a shuddering breath. Katsuki chuckled. "That's your clit. It's like a button."
He pressed his thumb more forcefully, wiggling it a little. The sensation was still earth-shattering—Izuku grabbed his arm in a desperate attempt to find some steadiness.
"You're so sensitive. That's why I like playing with you."
When the pressure at his clit stopped, Izuku felt relieved, gulping for air hungrily. But his relief was short-lived, as just the next moment, Katsuki dropped to his knees. His face rested between Izuku's thighs, so close to his flower. "And now to the fun part." Each breath hit Izuku's skin, causing small shivers.
And then Katsuki dipped in, his mouth coming in contact with the flower, taking a trial lick. Izuku gasped as the tongue dragged slowly over the whole thing. "So tasty." This phrase didn't help either, causing Izuku to shine bright red.
Apparently, Katsuki didn't care about the effect his words and actions had, as he simply repeated the process. His tongue went up and down, covering the flower in even more saliva. It was too new, too much to take all of it—Izuku dropped on his back, breathing heavily. He was ready to scream, to show Katsuki how good he made him feel. Thank him for playing with his flower like that.
But then Izuku remembered. Shoto. Knowing that his boyfriend was just a thin wall away, Izuku realized he didn't have an opportunity to be vocal about how he felt. With all his strength, he focused on suppressing his emotions, his desire to scream.
Unbeknownst to this inner turmoil, Katsuki continued the cleaning process. The flower was so much smaller than the joystick, leaving Izuku wondering what was taking so long. Ceaselessly, Katsuki lapped on his nectar like a hungry man, tracing each fold with his skillful tongue.
It already was too much, how Katsuki handled his flower with so much care and roughness at the same time. Izuku felt a now familiar warmth spreading in his lower stomach, scared of what was to come. But then, as if the current state wasn’t tormenting enough, Katsuki pressed his tongue in the middle of the flower. With a little pressure, it gave in, letting a small part slip inside.
And that was when Izuku broke, a loud moan spilling from his lips. Katsuki just continued his torturing doings as if nothing had happened. His tongue slipped a bit deeper inside the flower, milking another moan. It was over. The moment the first sound had left Izuku's lips, a dam had broken. There was no going back to hard-earned silence. Each push of Katsuki's tongue touched deeper and deeper, making Izuku moan dirtier and dirtier.
For a moment, Katsuki slowed down, moving away. His blown-out pupils met Izuku’s eyes, mouth red and shiny. Something was coming, and Izuku used this little moment to the fullest, preparing himself, breathing in deeply as if it were the last breath of his life.
And it really felt like it. The next he knew, Katsuki was back between his thighs, but this time his mouth locked over his clit. He kissed it before sucking, and he licked it before biting. And every one of those actions drove Izuku insane. He now moaned without any care in the world, biting his lip. It didn’t matter that Shoto could hear it—the pleasure was more important.
With no heads-up, Katsuli’s finger found its way to the entrance of the flower. And while his mouth continued torturing the clit, the finger slipped inside—Izuku’s nectar and Katsuki’s saliva made the slide easy. Familiar warmth spread higher from Izuku’s flower with each movement. But he couldn’t speak a coherent word of warning, only moans leaving his mouth.
Instinctively, he grasped Katsuki’s hair. Unexpectedly to himself, Izuku didn’t try to tear him away; instead, he shoved him even closer. And with another suck to the clit and another push to the entrance, Izuku was once again covered by the wave of fireworks. He didn’t register what sounds he made, only knowing they were some very loud ones. Through all of his high, Katsuki didn’t budge an inch, staying still and playing with his flower. And Izuku’s flower happily welcomed it, squeezing around the finger inside. This time, he felt the liquid streaming out of him, wetting everything around.
When Izuku stopped convulsing, he looked down, his vision all blurry. Katsuki met his eyes, the lower part of his face all wet. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I did it again.”
But Katsuki, licking his lips, stopped this descent into self-hatred. “Don’t be sorry. It’s tasty. I like it.” His gaze held the so familiar appreciation that Izuku couldn’t do anything but accept that maybe he hadn’t ruined everything after all.
After Izuku managed to calm down his breathing, Katsuki moved again, standing up and going to his bedside table. "Okay, that was level one of our studies. Now I want to show you how to connect our controllers."
"Connect our controllers?" Feeling still lightheaded, Izuku wasn't quick to follow his line of thought.
Slowly, Katsuki rummaged through his things. "Yes, you know how playing alone is fun. But it's even better to play together. Like a two-person game." Finally, he found what he needed and came back to the bed.
It sounded interesting and logical. Izuku really had had fun in their previous round, and he already trusted Katsuki to handle this sphere with knowledge. Excited to learn more, he accepted the proposal. "But how do we connect? And what are those things?"
Katsuki contemplated for a moment before answering, "That's lube," he shook a bottle. "It's used for a smoother connection. And that're condoms," a small box appeared in his hand. "You use it... when you play with strangers."
"Why would you even play with strangers?" asked Izuku like a curious child.
"Oh, when all your friends are busy but you still wanna play with someone?"
Nodding, Izuku accepted the answer. "Okay. But what does it even do?"
It looked like Katsuki reconsidered half of his life choices before coming up with a response. "You should remember that cum is valuable. You don't wanna share it with everyone. So condoms kinda trap it."
Izuku felt a little speck of warmth spread inside his chest—Katsuki trusted him enough to share his cum. But it was only once, and now there were those stupid condoms. Izuku wanted more of his cum and felt so scared to receive none. "But I'm not a stranger. Am I?"
Surprised, Katsuki smiled at him. "Of course you aren't. I guess we don't need it then." Saying that he tossed the box away. "Gonna feed your flower well."
"Feed my flower?"
"Yeah," Katsuki answered smugly. "It lost so much water today. Need to restore the balance by putting my cum deep inside."
And then it all clicked inside Izuku's brain. Just like with his mouth, Katsuki would go in and award him with the prize. But then Izuku looked down at his flower. It was so much smaller than his mouth, and Katsuki's joystick seemed too big for this entrance. "Are you sure they are gonna fit together? No offense, but you look huge."
"That's what the lube is for." Katsuki sat on his knees between Izuku's legs. "Besides, it's still a part of the studying process. If they don't fit today, we try to improve until they do later." He caressed Izuku's thigh softly. "Are you ready to start our lesson in duo games?"
Still feeling a bit unsure, Izuku felt his thoughts jumping all over the place. He knew the only thing that was steady and constant in his world now, and he reached for it, for Katsuki, for his guidance. He nodded.
Katsuki’s eyes shone with happiness. After putting a pillow under Izuku’s back, he opened the bottle, pouring a copious amount over his joystick. With a few slow strokes, Katsuki spread the lube and positioned himself right against the entrance. Izuku didn’t know why, but he felt his palms sweating, breath hitching in anticipation. “The connection commences.” As the words left Katsuki’s lips, his joystick pressed at the entrance.
At first, the flower resisted, too small as Izuku had feared. But the pressure didn’t stop, weakening the resistance until finally the tip slipped inside. Izuku stopped breathing, a new feeling being too intense. The joystick was so much thicker than the fingers, making his flower stretch. And the stretch burned.
When Izuku let out a shattered breath, Katsuki patted his thigh supportively. “Good boy. Doing great!” However, he didn’t waste any more time and increased the pressure, prodding his joystick deeper. The pain intensified, tears ready to spill. But Izuku endured, knowing it was the only way to successful improvement.
Although he was strong, he still had limits. So after another little slide, Izuku screamed, planting his hands against Katsuki’s chest. “Please, no more. It hurts. It’s too big.”
And Katsuki, ever so considerate, stopped. “Tsk, just one-third in.” He ran fingers through his hair, contemplating. “Okay, that’ll do this time. But for a good connection, serious work needs to be done on your receiving skills.”
Izuku sobbed, feeling inferior. Why was he never good enough? It was so unfair—Izuku always put his all into achieving his dreams, never complaining, never stopping. But something about being in this position, so close with Katsuki, their controllers connected, made him comfortable enough to let his vulnerabilities show. At that moment, the tears that ran down Izuku’s cheeks weren’t caused by weakness but deep trust.
Leaning forward, Katsuki brought their faces closer until they were just inches away. “Hey, don’t cry,” he whispered, caressing Izuku’s cheeks. “You’re doing amazing for your first time.”
Then Izuku opened his eyes, allowing himself to meet the other’s gaze. And in it, he saw such a deep admiration that he didn’t know was possible. A wet sob left his mouth. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” said Katsuki with a small smile. “I’ll teach you everything. Just trust me.”
Izuku’s tears were replaced by a warm feeling spreading slowly in his chest. “Thank you for being so good with me. I, I, I appreciate you.”
“Always.” Quickly, Katsuki straightened his back, looking away. “By the way, we need to take some photos again. To track progress.”
“Right.” While Izuku knew that he looked bad—body still locked in painful spasm, face red and wet from crying—he still trusted Katsuki enough to do this. And when the pictures were being taken from different angles, soft “you’re perfect” spilled from the other’s mouth. At that moment, Izuku knew that he made the right decision—his body relaxing, the pain slowly fading away.
Throwing the phone away, Katsuki smiled at him. “And now to the game.” With that, he started slowly pulling out until only the tip was in. Izuku whined, his flower squeezing it uncontrollably. “Shh, just relax.” The thumb pressed lightly against his clit as Katsuli pushed back in. To the best of his abilities, Izuku tried to follow the order, loosening up. “Such a good boy.”
Slowly, Katsuki moved in and out, stretching the flower, turning the pain into pleasure. And soon Izuku felt it—the approaching fireworks. “Katsuki, I’m gonna…”
“I know, let it out.” Slightly increasing the pace, Katsuki moved his thumb in circles at the clit. Now, fully immersed in pleasure, Izuku set his voice free, screaming and moaning the other’s name, begging for something unknown. And it seemed that Katsuki understood him better than he himself did. Each thrust sent sparks running, spreading warmth all over Izuku’s body. And then, when the joystick slid in once more, trying to reach just a little deeper, the fireworks burst. The sparks reached even his eyes, while the flower fluttered around the length, begging it to stay. And stay it did.
For a minute, Katsuki didn’t move. And Izuku was extremely grateful, as he whined pathetically, struggling to breathe. But then. “Now, let me enjoy the game.” And Katsuki went back to his previous activity. Only this time, the pace felt much more brutal, the pushes more forceful.
The remnants of the fireworks that still lingered in Izuku’s stomach now began to burn with a newfound energy. He felt how the pleasure was turning into something bigger, almost unbearable. “Too much… stop… please…”
But this time, Katsuki didn’t listen, pushing harder. “No, be a good boy and take it. I know you can.” Izuku didn’t know where this confidence was coming from and still tried his best. Katsuki was so good to him—he could be good for Katsuki too.
The flower burned, producing the nectar like it could cool down the fire. Instead, it only riled them both up. Katsuki moved with knowing precision; each thrust of his joystick pushed Izuku further. He needed to let out some of that pleasure; otherwise, he could die from how much of it was inside him.
Izuku screamed Katsuki’s name like it was the only word he knew. Izuku gripped Katsuki’s arm, digging his nails deep into the skin. Izuku begged for Katsuki’s cum, the only thing he needed at this moment.
And Katsuki gave Izuku everything.
With another push, the joystick stretched the flower to its limits. The flower squeezed it hard, and the joystick twitched in response. Katsuki groaned, “Here you go, good boy, take your prize.” And the thick ropes of cum started shooting inside, filling the flower like never before. It reached so far inside, making Izuku feel so many things: pleasure for being filled this deeply, gratitude for being awarded with such a valuable prize, and happiness for being handled with so much care.
His flower tingled from the intensity of all those emotions, and Izuku felt like he could die from the ferocious fire in his stomach. So when Katsuki—still deep inside him—reached for his clit, whispering, “Give me just one more,” Izuku did the only thing he could. He let the fire consume him completely, let his mouth beg for Katsuki, let his flower spray its nectar everywhere. And then Izuku died.
When Izuku opened his eyes, he felt a warm chest under his cheek as a hand slowly caressed his hair. Looking up, he was met with Katsuki's soft eyes. "Morning, sleepyhead. Thought you wouldn't wake up for the whole day."
"Hey," Izuku complained, though a smile tugged at his lips. Memories of the last night came rushing. "So, did I do great? Will Shoto like my surprise?"
Immediately, Katsuki became more serious, his brows furrowed. "It was... good." He dragged every word, torturing Izuku's weak heart. "But there's still so much to improve. I mean, you literally blacked out on me."
Feeling embarrassed, Izuku buried his face into Katsuki's chest. "I'm sorry."
"No, that's fine." The hand went lower to rub his nape. "It just means that we'll need to spend more time studying."
Izuku raised his head, eyes full of surprise and hope. "You still wanna help me? Even if it takes a long time?"
"Yeah."
"But..." Izuku felt his cheeks burning from gratitude. "What's in it for you?"
Katsuki looked away, his eyes focused on something far, out of reach. "Let's just say I'm a good person and like to help others."
Their eyes met again, and both of them smiled, settling back into the warmth of each other's bodies and comfortable silence.
But it was abruptly cut short when a loud bang came from the kitchen. Izuku's eyes went wide. He forgot about his boyfriend living in the same space. Katsuki chuckled. "He's just making breakfast. He doesn't know you're here."
On hearing those words, Izuku felt a low grumble erupt from his stomach. Katsuki giggled again. "Okay, let me be a good person once more and fish out something for you."
As Katsuki stood up, Izuku felt the warmth slipping away. He was already missing it. At the same time, he felt so grateful and hoped that his eyes were conveying all these deep emotions.
When Katsuki reached the kitchen, a small conversation started. Izuku could hear almost all of it. "Good morning." Shoto's voice was cheerful.
"Morning."
"And I guess someone definitely had a good night too."
Katsuki laughed loudly. "Yeah, you can say that. Sorry for being too noisy."
"No, that's fine. I just..." Shoto seemed unsure of how to finish the sentence. Finally, he did. "I just wish Izuku and I would do this too."
"Oh, man, you will. You sure will."
And Izuku felt like the best person ever. Warmth bloomed inside his chest. He was preparing the best surprise for his boyfriend. Izuku would study hard and make sure that when the time came, Shoto would be blown away.