[Yeah, Katsuki at least isn't alone in that. The whole wanting thing. Izuku is a hair's bredth away from totally having lost his mind at this point, intoxicated by Katsuki's scent and flavor on his tongue. He laps at his pulse, his thoughts barely his own anymore as his teeth graze and itch to sink in where he knows he could easily mark him, but he restrains himself just from doing so. Not yet, it would be too soon for that...
But that doesn't stop him from indulging in the taste anyway, his hand tracing up to bury itself in the back of Katsuki's hair to pull him even closer still, nuzzling hard against his neck and jaw, panting against his ear...]
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But that doesn't stop him from indulging in the taste anyway, his hand tracing up to bury itself in the back of Katsuki's hair to pull him even closer still, nuzzling hard against his neck and jaw, panting against his ear...]
Kacchan...