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The realization springs on Shoto when he’s getting ready for bed. Since they’ve started dating, Shoto and Izuku made it their unspoken tradition to text each other goodnight before they go to bed. Tonight was no different.
After Shoto brushes his teeth, he sends a quick text to Izuku wishing him a good night’s rest. Izuku does the same a minute later.
He’s always able to sleep peacefully after they send their goodnight texts. It’s oddly comforting for some reason.
Just as Shoto begins to drift off, his head suddenly goes to a place it’s never once been before.
Shoto’s Teenage Hormones.
He’s too tired to try and redirect his thoughts to something else, so his eyes stay drawn shut, mouth twitching from the lewd pictures his brain was painting.
It first starts off with Shoto caressing a very familiar face. He says familiar looking because the person's face is blurred out. Shoto feels like he’s seen this person before, though.
The soft caresses soon turn to something a bit more.. raunchy. Shoto’s fingers trace the lips of the person, outlining their cupid’s bow, following down to their plump bottom lip before slipping his finger into their mouth.
Shoto shudders in his sleep. What kind of dream is this?
There’s a person sucking on his finger. Is he into this stuff? Is that what his brain is trying to tell him? Who even is this person sucking on his finger?!
Dream Shoto slips his finger out of the person's mouth and sticks it right into his own, tasting the saliva of another’s, savoring each lick and suck.
He lets go of his finger with a sinful pop , then leans in close to the person's face, right before he kisses them.
Shoto’s never kissed anyone in his life. Why does it feel so vivid?
Suddenly, their tongues are involved and it gets a lot messier than when the kissing first started. Their lips smack against each other, saliva, teeth, tongues all meshing together.
The person lets out a whimper. They sound familiar.
“ Sh-Shoto, ” Izuku whispers seductively, biting on Shoto’s bottom lip and slowly tugging it outwards.
Izuku is so perfect..
...
Wait.
“ I-Izuku?! ” Shoto gasps, sitting up in his futon, chest heaving.
That’s when he comes to the sick realization that he has a boner and that he and Izuku haven’t kissed yet.
What the hell.
Shoto’s grateful for the weekend. Normally he resented them because he hardly saw Izuku on the weekends, but after the.. dream ( and realization ) he had last night, he wouldn’t be able to face his boyfriend without combusting.
He had a dream of them kissing. That’s not bad, is it? It’s not bad to want to kiss your boyfriend. It’s a normal thing that couples usually do. It’s just something they haven’t gotten to doing.
It may come as a shock to some but, Izuku and Shoto are both very much awkward about doing couple things. Such as, cuddling, holding hands, complimenting each other, basically anything affectionate.
During a movie night they had at Izuku’s place, Shoto had tried cuddling, but it resulted in him being kicked in the balls because Izuku got nervous. They’ve held hands dozens of times, but every time they do it’s a bit stiff at first. Izuku calls Shoto cute sometimes, and Shoto does the same but they haven’t gotten past that point.
So, as you can see, they have a lot to work on.
Shoto is in no rush, believe him, especially not after the ‘getting kicked in the balls’ incident. Izuku wanted to take things slow, and so did he. For the benefit of either one's health.
But now.. now Shoto wants to kiss Izuku. Or at least, that’s what he thinks he wants. If he had a dream about it, then it must be his subconscious telling him to go for it.
He’d have to talk to Izuku about it.
It’s Sunday afternoon when Shoto gets the bright idea to invite Izuku over to his house to.. talk ( and maybe kiss if that’s what Izuku wants ).
Happy couples are supposed to have good communication. He remembers reading this somewhere.
He’ll just communicate to Izuku that he wants to kiss him.
...Yeah, because that’ll go swell .
Izuku sends him a quick text saying he’s on his way. Shoto’s heart plummets to his stomach.
He quickly rushes to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, examining his face in the mirror. Does he look ok? Does his breath stink?
He breathes into his hand, smells nothing, and decides it's better to be safe than sorry.
Shoto brushes his teeth for a solid ten minutes, alternating between violently brushing his tongue and gargling very minty mouthwash in the back of his throat.
After his mouth feels like the inside of a bleach bottle, he figures it’s time to put down his toothpaste, and change into something more presentable.
He’s been at home all weekend, having no reason to wear anything other than sweatpants and a very worn out t-shirt.
He slips into a black turtleneck he only wears on special occasions ( kissing your boyfriend for the first time is a special occasion for Shoto ) and matching dark washed jeans.
Shoto gives himself a once over in his body length mirror. Good enough.
Maybe he should brush his hair? He’s never done that before—
There’s a knock at the front door. FUCK.
“ Izuku ,” Shoto mumbles in mild horror, hurrying out of his room.
He smoothes out his hair a bit with his fingers, now self conscious about not brushing it beforehand. The boy stops in front of the door, taking in a deep breath before pushing it open.
Izuku smiles sweetly at him, lips stretching across his face. Lips. Sweet lips. No. “Hello,” Izuku greets, waving shyly.
Ffrffhgghhh???
“H-Hi,” Shoto coughs. “Hey. Come in.” He says cooly, opening the door wider for Izuku to walk in.
The boy waltzes in, shooting Shoto a quick smile as he passes by him, making his way to the boy’s room.
“So, wh-why’d you i-invite me over? T-To do homework? I b-brought my backpack, j-just in case.” He says, setting down his yellow bag on the floor next to Shoto’s desk.
The two toned boy blinks. Homework. Poor Izuku. Poor sweet, innocent Izuku.
Shoto reflexively lets out a nervous chuckle. “Um, not quite. I.. uh.. actually wanted to t-talk to you about something.”
Izuku’s smile fades. He looks anxious now. “I-Is it bad?”
Why are you being vague? You’re making him worry. Just say you want to kiss him.
“It’s not bad , but it’s kind of embarrassing.” He affirms, walking until he stands in front of Izuku. The boy blushes a dark red, taking a timid step back, his bottom hitting the edge of Shoto’s desk.
“ E-E-Embarrassing? ” Izuku repeats nervously, eyes looking everywhere but Shoto.
“I.. I would like to k-kiss you. If that’s ok.” He says finally, trapping Izuku between him and the desk, his hands leaning against the wood behind the boy. Shoto watches and waits for Izuku’s response.
The boy’s body tenses at first before his face turns the darkest shade of red Shoto’s ever seen on a person.
“K-K-Kissing? M-M-Me and y-you?” Izuku splutters, hiding his face in his hands.
Shoto feels his face heat up at his boyfriend's sudden shyness. “Uh, y-yeah. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just—“
“N-No! I-I d-d-do want to!” Shoto’s face grows even hotter. “Y-You were r-right. Th-This is embarrassing.”
Shoto chuckles, the tightness in his chest unwinding. He lifts his palms from the desk to gently grab Izuku’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. He doesn’t move from where he has him trapped.
The boy notices this, and flushes. “S-So, a-a-are we gonna d-d-do it n-now?” He asks, eyes looking past Shoto.
He nods. “If you want.”
Izuku smiles timidly, green eyes finally peering into his own mismatched pair. “I-I w-want to.”
Ok. So, what now? Do they just.. do it?
Shoto inches his face closer, not sure when would be the appropriate time to close his eyes. Izuku doesn’t have his closed yet, so he assumes he’s doing fine.
He goes to close the gap between them, eyes quickly drawing shut, going for it.
Unfortunately, Izuku chooses the exact same moment to go for it as well, and instead of them connecting at their lips, their foreheads smack against each other hard.
“ Ow! ” They both say simultaneously. Shoto backs away suddenly, hand flying up to nurse his pulsating forehead.
Izuku giggles painfully, wincing when he rubs a bit too roughly on the now forming bruise.
Shoto smiles fondly at him, dropping his hand. “Are you ok?”
Izuku nods, looking off to the side. “Y-Yeah. My f-forehead just hurts n-now.” He giggles again, cheeks filling with color.
Shoto chuckles, embarrassed. “Sorry. I should’ve asked beforehand, who should kiss who first.”
“Y-You sh-should probably do it. I’ll g-g-get too nervous.” Izuku admits, playing with his fingers timidly.
The two toned boy flushes with excitement. He gets to kiss Izuku. “Ok. I can do it.” Izuku didn’t even have to ask, he would’ve done it anyway.
The boy nods silently, leaning back against the desk again, dropping his hand from his forehead to reveal a big red mark. Shoto bites back an affectionate snort.
“I’m gonna k-kiss you now. Ready?” He asks, grabbing Izuku’s chubby face between his hands, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs gently.
The boy blushes violently, nodding again.
Shoto sucks in a breath.
This is it. You cannot fuck this up. This is your first kiss. Your first kiss with Izuku.
Oh man, maybe Shoto had bitten off more than he could chew. Oh well.
He breathes in again, slowly leaning closer and closer, bringing Izuku’s face to meet him in the middle.
The kiss only lasts, like, two seconds because Shoto gets too flustered feeling the lips of his boyfriend on top of his. They’re really soft, and warm.
He pulls away quickly, blushing bright red with Izuku’s face still squished between his palms. Izuku’s face is equally as red, maybe even more so. It’s a relief that he’s not the only one feeling the way he is.
“H-How was that?” Shoto asks, biting his lip nervously. How he can still look Izuku in the eye after kissing him is beyond him.
The boy blinks owlishly, mouth parting. “I… I l-loved it.” He gulps, looking up at Shoto. “C-Can we do i-it again?”
Again?!?!
Shoto’s brain short circuits, and before he processes what he’s doing, he presses his lips onto Izuku’s for the second time, kissing more languidly than before. It definitely lasts longer than the first one.
Izuku’s the one who pulls away this time, red all the way down to his collarbones.
Shoto smiles smugly, caressing the boy’s cheeks again. “How was that? ”
Izuku whines, trying ( and failing ) to hide his blushing face away from Shoto.
He laughs outright, dropping his hands from Izuku’s face to wind his arms around the boy’s slim waist, drawing his body flush against his.
“I l-l-like k-kissing you.” Izuku mumbles into the fabric of his turtleneck.
Shoto grins shamelessly, nuzzling his cheek into Izuku’s curly hair. “I like kissing you, too. Let’s do it more often.”
Izuku giggles shyly, leaning up to kiss Shoto’s cheek tenderly. “Ok,”
They may or may not have spent the rest of the afternoon in Shoto’s futon practicing how to kiss each other.
( They did )