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Izuku decided that he very much enjoyed being a Pro Hero.
First and foremost, he loved being able to help people. He loved having a place, and a role, and a calling. He loved being the Symbol of Peace. He loved feeling useful.
The pay was nice, he would admit that, too.
The paperwork that came along with the job was often suffocating, but he understood that it was a necessary evil.
And almost as much as he loved being able to help people, he loved working with Katsuki.
Katsuki, unsurprisingly, was an amazing partner, now that he had learned the value of teamwork and how to communicate in a more effective manner.
And, well, if he were being honest – which he almost always was; he’s an awful liar, truly – being able to travel and enjoy mini vacations in exotic places when campaigning with Katsuki was a really, really nice perk.
They were in Thailand, now. Thailand! Their hotel was on a beach, and it was beautiful. Both the beach, and the shirtless Katsuki that he got to ogle on their tiny little secluded section of sand included with their hotel room.
Yes, they had rented out a section of the beach. They were in Thailand, and you only live once, you know? Don’t judge.
Katsuki stretched like a lazy, sleepy cat on the towel next to Izuku. They had just taken a fun swim in the ocean, sand sticking to their feet when they decided to take some time to enjoy the sun and lay out on their towels. It was disgustingly domestic. Izuku’s heart felt incredibly full.
It also felt hungry. Hungry to touch the exposed skin of the unfairly built man laying next to him on a fluffy white towel in Thailand.
What a life, honestly.
“Kacchan.” Izuku murmured, voice soft, but loud enough to be heard over the soothing repetition of the waves hitting the shore.
Katsuki grunted in response, skin of his back tinged pink from being kissed by the sun. He was probably in need of more sunscreen. Izuku reached over, fingers crossing the distance between them to run through the blonde’s salty locks. Katsuki cracked an eye open, releasing a hum of approval.
Izuku grinned. He rolled over so that he was propped on his side and ran his hand over the skin of Katsuki’s back, nails raking over the sun-kissed, salt-licked skin. “You look good like this.”
Katsuki glared at his partner, expression pulled into one of embarrassed annoyance. “You talking down to me?”
Izuku rolled his eyes, laughter huffing out of his nose gently. He leaned down and pressed hot lips to Katsuki’s temple. “Never. You know I only worship you, Kacchan.”
“Jesus, you’re the worst.”
Izuku’s giggled at the response, kissing down the side of Katsuki’s jaw, his hand slipping down beneath Katsuki’s swim trunks to squeeze his unfairly sculpted ass. He nipped at Katsuki’s ear teasingly. “Like this ass. Should be put on a pedestal, honestly. Everyone should worship it.”
Katsuki buried his face in his folded arms, groaning. “You’re fucking coming onto me on the beach.” It wasn’t a question.
Izuku grinned into the skin of Katsuki’s shoulder. “I certainly could be coming onto you on the beach.”
Katsuki’s turned to glare at the dark-haired man, but he couldn’t stop the quirk of his lips. “Fuckin’ pervert.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, twisting his body to face Izuku. “No, you idiot.”
Izuku smiled softly at that, leaning in close to capture Katsuki’s lips in a slow, scorching kiss that simmered with the heat of the sun on their skin. Katsuki hummed into the kiss, shifting so that he could wrap an arm around Izuku and pull him close. Izuku took no time in hitching a leg over Katsuki’s hip, slotting their bodies together. He messaged Katsuki’s ass beneath his suit, and Katsuki took Izuku’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulled, sucked it into his mouth in the way that drove Izuku crazy.
“Kacchan.” Izuku whined when his lips were free, grinding his hips in lazy circles against Katsuki’s. The blonde trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down Izuku’s jaw and throat, nipping lightly, hot, explosive hands drawing teasing circles on the skin of Izuku’s hip.
“Don’t give me that fucking shit.” Katsuki snapped, but there was no bite behind the words. “You started this.”
Izuku chuckled, but it dissolved into a soft moan when Katsuki rolled them over so that Izuku’s back was pressed into the towel beneath him. The blonde peppered Izuku’s chest with kisses, Izuku’s skin sizzling with heat.
“Love you, Kacchan.” Izuku murmured, reaching up to run his fingers through Katsuki’s hair as the blonde licked a flat stripe from his collarbone up to his ear. Hips ground slowly into Izuku’s, creating a delicious heat in his lower belly that made Izuku want to drag Katsuki back to their hotel room.
Katsuki nipped at Izuku’s ear. “Eh, you’re all right.”
Izuku laughed and whacked Katsuki on the ass, earning himself a grin and a bite to the clavicle. “Ass.” Izuku muttered.
“Yeah, I’ve got a damn nice one.” Katsuki retorted. “Some even tell me that it should be put on a pedestal and worshipped.”
Izuku tugged at Katsuki’s hair with a bit more force than was necessary, and Katsuki groaned into his ear. Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, hips stuttering for a moment. “Shut up.”
“That’s my line, stupid.” Katsuki’s words were breathy in Izuku’s ear, and they made Izuku’s insides twist with desire.
He arched slightly, chest pressing against Katsuki’s heated skin, pulling the blonde into a wet, open-mouthed kiss. “No, seriously.” He mumbled against soft lips. “Shut up and put that mouth to a constructive use.”
Katsuki laughed against Izuku’s lips, and it made Izuku’s chest tighten with emotion. Katsuki kissed him again, hot and languid, like warm, liquid honey. “I’ve never fucking heard anyone use the word ‘constructive’ in a sexual context.”
Izuku tugged at Katsuki’s hair again, but his lips pulled up into a fond smile. “Shut up, Kacchan. I’m not taking constructive criticism right now.”
Katsuki grinned into the skin of Izuku’s neck but did as he was told and put his mouth to a more constructive use.
Their only lingering regret was that they didn’t put more sunscreen on beforehand.