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Izuku sighs loudly as he falls against the door as it shuts behind him, his bag slumping to the ground. He rubs at his neck, kicking off his shoes, prepared to launch into a household wide rant about his meeting before he hears music from the back corner of the house.
Pausing to listen for a moment, Izuku smiles to himself as he practically skips towards the sound, stopping by their room to strip off his shirt and work pants and change into shorts. He grabs one of Katsuki’s T-shirts from his closet when he feels soft fuzz brush against the back of his leg, and he glances down to see a small, fluffy orange cat rubbing herself on his calves.
“Hi sweet girl.” Izuku whispers, squatting down as she smushes her head into his hand, tilting her head up as he scratches her chin, purring loudly. He smiles down at her before scratching behind her ears and standing up to make his way to the back of the house as she trails behind him.
The music grows louder until it suddenly stops and he hears loud cursing coming from the spare room before it starts up again after a few moments and he chuckles and shakes his head as he walks towards the open door.
Leaning against the doorframe, Izuku crosses his arms and tilts his head to rest on the wood as he looks into the room. Littered with old merchandise, Katsuki’s records that couldn’t fit in their living room, a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, boxes of Izuku’s old notebooks and papers from teaching, and Katsuki’s drum set tucked in the corner, where he sat now, eyes closed and headphones on, looking grumpy.
Izuku had always loved watching Katsuki play. It was the one place he really relaxed, let himself go a little and have fun. He’d mellowed out a little more and more over the years, with age and Izuku and calls with Dr. Kim, but he’d never slowed down, still always pushing for the best, still putting too much pressure on himself. Watching him drum was like watching the responsibilities and stress melt off his shoulders. He loved Katsuki, all parts of him, but he couldn’t get enough of Katsuki when he was having fun, watching the excited, wild look on his face that Izuku just adored.
His eyes carefully flicking around the drums, Katsuki’s hands fly with quick precision, keeping up with the fast paced tempo when his right hand falters slightly and he stops, grunting in frustration as he chucks his drumsticks to the ground, ripping his headphones off. Chest heaving, Katsuki stares down at the drums, his eyes darting around before he huffs and hangs his head.
“God fucking dammit.” He heaves out, looking down as he shakes his head, putting it in his hands for a few moments.
Izuku silently watches Katsuki grab the old, bleach stained T-shirt hanging off his shoulders to harshly wipe his face, an old design from Izuku’s first or second merch line. Pulling it off his shoulders, Katsuki drops it in his lap, keeping his eyes on it as he grabs his water bottle, chugging it for a few seconds. He picks up the shirt again with his other hand, fiddling with it as he stares down, and his heaving chest slows down as he breathes in and out deeply.
“Oi! Izuku! You home?” Katsuki suddenly yells, still looking at the shirt as he leans over to drop his water bottle on the ground.
“You rang, Kacchan?” Izuku can’t help but laugh as Katsuki jolts, causing him to fling the shirt across the room and lose his balance on his stool, his arms flailing before he grabs onto the drums in front of him to regain his balance. He huffs out once before glaring up at Izuku, who’s giggling in the doorway.
“Jesus fucking Christ, don’t do that. You’re as bad as Winnie.” Katsuki glares at him before looking down at the small cat curled between Izuku’s feet.
“Sorry, you’re just too easy to spook, Kacchan,” Izuku laughs out before pointing at him accusatively, “And don’t insult our daughter. She would be so offended if she could hear you.”
“That fucking furball has been biting my toes but curls up on your shoulder like she’s an angel. It’s fucking annoying.”
“Don’t be jealous, Kacchan, I think you guys are just too similar. Like you’re both moody and practically deaf,” Izuku smiles innocently, and Katsuki rolls his eyes, “That last one sounded good, but I think you were more on tempo during your second to last one.”
“You stalkin’ me or something?” Katsuki smirks, leaning forward on his elbows as he tilts his head.
“Something like that,” Izuku smiles, his thumb absentmindedly moving to rub the ring on his left hand under his crossed arms, and he nods towards the drums, “What are you playing?”
“Ugh, it’s this hard ass Dream Theater song. Shit is kicking my fucking ass ,” Katsuki groans a little, throwing a glare towards his drums, “I’ve been working it on for, like, two fucking weeks. Bad arm is trying to fuck me up.”
“Why don’t you try something else then? Take a break?” Izuku supplies, nodding towards the shelves of records behind him.
Katsuki tilts his head, looking Izuku up and down before a mischievous little smile comes across his face and he leans back on the stool.
“Come here.”
“It’s okay, I don’t wanna interrupt, I just wanted to listen for a bit.” Izuku responds with a wistful sigh, glancing over his shoulder at their kitchen table, papers scattered all over.
“Izuku. Come here.” Katsuki nods him over and Izuku’s face flushes as Katsuki shifts back on his chair slightly, waving him forward.
Izuku bends over and softly scratches the top of Winnie’s head before moving into the room and she meows grumpily before trotting off to the living room.
Walking over to stand in front of him, Izuku places his hands on Katsuki’s shoulders, rubbing his tense muscles up to his neck. His hands travel slowly up Izuku’s calves and settle on the back of his thighs, tugging his legs forward so they’re on both sides of his, before squeezing once as he looks up at him with a glint in his eyes.
“Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit down. Facing me.” Katsuki tilts his head, smirking slightly and Izuku feels his face get hot as he looks down around at Katsuki and the drum set.
“B-But won’t that distract you? I was going to go through some of our paperwork so—”
“Nah, I’m trying something else, like you said. I see it as a challenge if I can fucking still play even with my fine ass husband distracting me on my lap,” Katsuki grins, kissing Izuku’s stomach through his shirt once and squeezing his thighs again before looking back up, “Come on, Zuku, it’ll be fun.”
Izuku gazes down at Katsuki, seeing his favorite energetic light shine in his eyes and Izuku’s heart stutters as he grins up at him. He picks his hand up off Katsuki’s shoulder to run his hand through his hair, and Katsuki leans into his touch, keeping his eyes up on Izuku.
“Mmmmm, I don’t know.” Izuku pretends to think about it, curling a finger around a bit of Katsuki’s hair, knowing he wants to wrap around Katsuki like a koala as soon as possible.
“Please? I’ll play all your favorites. Whatever you want.” Katsuki presses on, tucking his chin on Izuku’s stomach as he blinks slowly up at him and tilts his head, and Izuku feels his heart sigh as he shakes his head with a small smile, rolling his eyes slightly at Katsuki’s almost kitten-like expression.
“Okay, fine.” Katsuki grins and tugs Izuku’s legs forward again eagerly as Izuku sits down, his legs on either side of Katsuki’s hips as he settles on his lap. He wraps his arms loosely around his shoulders, leaning back to look at him as Katsuki’s hands move to hold his lower back.
Katsuki’s grin drops to a soft smile, his hand trailing up Izuku’s back up to his neck to pull him down as he kisses him gently, his other hand rubbing warm circles underneath Izuku’s shirt, and Izuku sighs against his lips.
“Mm, I missed you.” Katsuki mumbles, pulling back to softly push his nose up along Izuku’s cheek and jawline, nuzzling against his skin, before leaning back up to his lips.
“We live and work together, Kacchan,” Izuku laughs lightly in between Katsuki’s light kisses, sighing as he pulls back.
“Yeah, and it feels all we fuckin’ do is eat, work, and sleep. I miss you like this, just for me,” Katsuki responds quietly, his fingers moving up into Izuku’s hair, “Want you all to myself.”
“Kacchannn.” Izuku whines as his cheeks flush and he tries to look down, but Katsuki lightly tugs his head up again by his hair.
“What? You know I’m fucking greedy.” Katsuki kisses him again, smirking as he pulls back, eyes flicking up and down Izuku’s body on his, “Can’t ever get enough of you, even after ten fucking plus years.”
“You are absurd.” Izuku rolls his eyes, lightly smacking the back of his head.
“And yet you fucking love me.” Katsuki squeezes his hip as he grins up at him.
“Yeah, I do. Still think I should get my brain checked out.”
“Nah, they already did that after the war. You’ve got no excuse,” Katsuki chuckles, leaning up to kiss him briefly again, “And you’d be so damn bored without me.”
“Mmm, probably.” Izuku concedes with a little laugh, letting himself relax against Katsuki’s lap as his hands rub up and down Izuku’s waist, “So how are you gonna do this, Kacchan? This is so not going to work.”
“You fucking doubting me, nerd?” Katsuki pulls him in closer with a grin, wrapping his arms further around his back, their chests bumping together. Katsuki playfully bites at his cheeks and nose, peppering kisses where his teeth nip at his skin as Izuku laughs, “Huh? Is that it? You’re fucking doubting me?”
“I would never dream of doubting you, Kacchan.” Izuku laughs, and Katsuki chuckles as he pulls Izuku flush against him, wrapping his arms tightly around Izuku’s back. Katsuki leans up to tuck his chin over his shoulder, as Izuku moves to hug him firmly, throwing his arms around him as he feels Katsuki’s shoulders relax.
“Good. Don’t.” Izuku shivers as Katsuki’s lips brush against his ear as he whispers, and he just nods in response, moving to pull his arms back before Katsuki’s grip tightens around his lower back.
“Wait, just fucking— just stay here for a second.” Katsuki says, his tone almost uncharacteristically whiny, and Izuku stops moving to look down at him.
“What’s wrong?” Izuku asks quickly, but Katsuki just shakes his head.
“Nothing, I just— I just want you up here for a little longer.” Katsuki replies gruffly, but a faint blush paints his cheeks, and Izuku sighs happily as he wraps his arms fully back around Katsuki’s neck and tucks his chin over his shoulder.
Katsuki’s arms wrap around him tighter, and he shifts his head to fall into Izuku’s neck, and Izuku feels him hum out in contentment underneath him.
“You’re cute when you’re clingy.” Izuku says cheerfully, smiling as Katsuki scoffs, but Izuku feels his arms wrap further around him.
“Shut the hell up.”
“Nope, never. I missed this, too, Kacchan. I always miss you, even if you’re in the office next to me. You know, we should really get a window,” Izuku sighs, tilting his head to bury his face further into Katsuki’s warm neck, “You ever think we’re too codependent?”
“Mm, maybe. Don’t think that’s always a bad thing, though, especially after everything we’ve all gone through.” Katsuki responds softly, his thumbs brushing along Izuku’s back.
“But we rely on each other more than the others do with their partners, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, sure, but we’re the best of the fucking best. Makes sense we’d be number one at being codependent, too.” Katsuki smirks as he leans over to kiss him, “Plus, we’ve always been fucking weird. Most people don’t have almost thirty years of history like we do, I’m pretty sure we were codependent as fucking toddlers.”
“But sometimes I just get worried that—” Izuku starts before Katsuki interrupts him.
“Izuku, baby, our biggest issue in our marriage is that we love each other too damn much and sometimes it gets in the way of the other parts of our lives because neither of us can fucking stand being without the other. I think if that’s our biggest fucking problem, we’re more than fine, okay?” Katsuki finishes firmly, but Izuku just breathes out deeply in response, keeping his mouth shut. Katsuki shifts and puts his hands on Izuku’s hips, running his thumbs along his stomach underneath his shirt.
“Okay?” Katsuki repeats, gentler, and he nudges Izuku’s head slightly with his to try and get him to look up, but Izuku keeps his head down, trying to push off the uncomfortable feeling that’s been sitting in his chest all week, “Hey. Did someone say something to you? Who am I about to fucking maim?”
“No, no, no maiming, Kacchan. It was just some intern’s comments I overheard,” Izuku sighs out as he picks his head up and leans back slightly, “Said something like the only reason we’re number one and two is probably because we have each other, like we’re too reliant on one another. Like we wouldn’t be able to be as good or rank as highly if we were on our own. Just got in my head a little bit.”
Katsuki stays quiet for a minute, keeping his thumbs brushing Izuku’s hips, before he squeezes him slightly, making Izuku glance up.
“We were on our own, without each other, for years. And it fucking sucked, didn’t it? Clearly did for me. Fucking 15th.” Katsuki scoffs, shaking his head, then looks up at him expectantly.
Izuku nods softly, and Katsuki tightens his grip on his hips as he looks up at him seriously.
“No one can do what we do. We’re fucking amazing, Izuku, even without each other, especially you, but absolutely fucking nothing beats the feeling I have when I’m out in the field with you. I don’t fucking care if someone else says it’s unhealthy or not because I’m better for it and I fucking love it and I fucking love you. It’s why I worked so hard towards your suit, to help you do what you were born to do. We are a force to be fucking reckoned with for a damn reason, and it’s because we fucking need each other. No one knows me better than you and no one knows you better than me. Those kids don’t know what they’re fucking talking about. They’ll watch their damn mouths if I have anything to fuckin’ say about it.”
“Kacchan, they’re already scared of you.” Izuku laughs lightly, staring down at his husband's grumpy, annoyed and slightly amusing expression as his chest begins to relax.
“Fucking good!” Katsuki shoots back, looking increasingly irritated as he wipes his sweaty palms on his shorts in frustration before quickly moving his hands back to Izuku’s waist, “They fucking should be! Not gonna let them get away with making you feel shitty or inadequate, fuck that, you’re a goddamn war hero. The goddamn war hero, for fuck’s sake. They’re cleaning the whole buildings bathrooms with fucking toothbrushes for the next fucking week, if not two, if they keep fucking up those reports too.”
“Kacchan, I’m okay, calm down, and I’m pretty sure the toothbrush thing might be illegal now.” Izuku giggles, his chest warming at Katsuki’s words as he feels his doubts melt off his body with every brush of Katsuki’s thumbs across his skin.
“Fucking hell, can’t I just have one thing to punish them that hasn’t become illegal?” Katsuki huffs out, rolling his eyes, “I liked the dunce cap. Was gonna keep it for Kaminari’s future kid.”
“Yeah, but they probably don’t know that’s illegal so the threat itself would probably still be pretty effective. As a co-owner, I approve. You can tell them it came from the top,” Izuku replies with a teasing smile, leaning down to kiss Katsuki briefly before pulling back just an inch as he whispers, “And I stole the dunce cap for you after the Board made you throw it out. I was gonna give it to you on your birthday so now you’ve spoiled your surprise.”
Katsuki snorts as he smiles fondly up at him, shaking his head and Izuku feels his heart warm up like it always does when Katsuki smiles so genuinely at him like that.
“God, I fucking love you,” Katsuki laughs, squeezing his waist and leaning up to kiss him again before shaking his head again, “The world is so lucky you’d never use your fucking big, scheming brain for evil.”
“Instead, I just use it to mess with you,” Izuku teases, scrunching his nose down at Katsuki, who leans up and tries to bite it before kissing him again and settling back in his seat, “Now, are you gonna play or what?”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and easily lifts Izuku up into the air by his hips, making him yelp, as he readjusts himself on the stool and places Izuku back down on his legs, running his hands up and down his thighs.
“What do you wanna hear, baby?” Katsuki asks, leaning forward and smirking up at him as he squeezes his legs.
“Ooh! ‘You Can’t Hurry Love.’”
“No way, you dance way too fucking much to the Supremes.” Katsuki shakes his head and Izuku pouts.
“But they’re so good!” Izuku whines, tilting his head and pouting more as he bats his eyelashes and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“I’ll play it for you after.”
“Oh, how about ‘You Make Loving Fun’?”
“Fucking Fleetwood Mac.” Katsuki snorts, shaking his head with an amused smile, “You’re nothing if not predictable.”
“Shut up, you love them too.”
“I just fuckin’ love Stevie Nicks.” Katsuki corrects him, runnng his hands from Izuku’s thighs up his sides.
“Only woman you’ll ever love.” Izuku giggles and Katsuki rolls his eyes with a stubborn smile.
“Shut the fuck up, I said that one fucking time and I was drunk. Anyway, ready?” Katsuki leans back and tilts his head up at him, an excited, almost childish smile on his face as he bounces his knee, making Izuku jolt.
“You want me leaning back or over your shoulders?” Izuku asks, readjusting himself slightly.
“Lean back just a bit, I wanna be able to see you.”
“What, my whole body weight isn’t enough for you?” Izuku jokes, and Katsuki looks up at him, his eyes softening slightly before he sighs deeply.
“Not even fucking close.” Katsuki shakes his head with a smile and Izuku feels his stomach flip as Katsuki gazes up at him.
“Okay.” Izuku responds sheepishly, feeling slightly flustered, wiggling slightly and reclasping his arms as Katsuki continues looking up at him.
“I’ll play some chiller stuff, but still gonna have to move my feet on the pedals, so you’re gonna shift and move a bit sometimes so just hold onto me.” Katsuki says casually, leaning to the side to disconnect his headphones and plug back in his speaker.
“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” Izuku tsks and shakes his head down at Katsuki, who looks back at him innocently, “Is this your long winded way of getting me to literally bounce on your lap?”
“No, just want you close to me right now. If I just wanted that, obviously I’d have you fucking face forward, but then you have nothing to hold on to and my range of motion is more limited, so really, I’m being fuckin’ practical. Rest is just an added bonus,” Katsuki smiles innocently before he smirks and shifts his hands to grip on Izuku’s waist to pull him closer, “ Really fucking good bonus.”
“You are such a horndog.” Izuku laughs, shaking his head.
“And who the fuck do you think encouraged me to be, huh?” Katsuki snorts, leaning up to kiss Izuku’s neck, mumbling against his skin, “Don’t forget your high school horndog self, you jumped me every fucking chance you got. Aizawa had to seal that damn back stairwell.”
“Kacchan, we were 16 and pining for each other for, like, years, I still couldn’t even believe we were actually dating!” Izuku complains but he leans his neck to the side, letting Katsuki’s tongue drag along his skin as he sighs deeply at the feeling of his quick but deliberate lips on his jaw.
“I fucking know, nerd. You made Recovery Girl check that you weren’t quirked up six times in the first two months.” Katsuki chuckles against his skin, finding Izuku’s pulse and kissing it softly.
“How was I supposed to know you buying me flowers was going to become a regular thing?” Izuku whines, his face flushing in embarrassment.
“Because I was a good fucking boyfriend, you little shit,” Katsuki gently bites Izuku’s collarbone, kissing it quickly before picking his head back up, looking up at him in determination, “I told you I was going to prove I deserved you. That was just step one.”
“Mhm, I know, Kacchan. And now I have flowers, a hero suit, an agency, a cat, a ring, a house, and a pretty husband as proof. You did good, honey.” Izuku smiles down at him, picking his finger up to trace Katsuki’s jawline as Katsuki glows a little under his praises.
“Anything else you wanna add to the list?” Katsuki asks as he tilts his head, softly rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, his palms warming up as Izuku sighs and relaxes slightly.
“Mm, told you I want little Kacchans running around someday.”
“And I told you ,” Katsuki pokes Izuku in the stomach, “That I want little green monsters tripping their way around here.”
“We’re at an impasse, then.” Izuku replies, sticking his nose up in the air as Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Fucking whatever. Soon. Can’t do this with kids fucking running around, can we?” Katsuki smirks as his hands travel from Izuku’s legs up to rub his waist, slipping his warm hands under Izuku’s shirt to grab his hips, tugging them further against his.
“Mm, I heard that’s what staying at their grandma’s house is for, Kacchan.” Izuku laughs, and Katsuki leans his head against Izuku’s shoulder ahead of him with a groan, shaking his head.
“Fuck. They’re going to be simultaneously the best and the worst fucking grandmothers ever. Ma’s gonna somehow turn them against me and Auntie’s gonna spoil them fucking rotten.”
“You gonna teach them how to drum, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, pushing down the little hopefulness in his heart as he pictures Katsuki sitting down at a tiny drum set with a kid in his lap, quietly explaining what each piece meant as their kid gazed up at him.
“Fuck yeah. Old hag always said I had to teach my kid to understand what they fucking went through,” Izuku laughs as Katsuki turns his head on his shoulder, looking up, “Gonna be a loud ass house, you know.”
“Yeah, but they’ll be good in no time if they’re anything like you.” Izuku replies, leaning down and kissing his forehead lightly as Katsuki sighs against him.
Katsuki stays quiet for a minute, his hands traveling back and forth from Izuku’s thighs to his waist, before he picks his head up off Izuku’s shoulder.
“Can we sit down and talk about this seriously sometime soon? Like, later this week or some shit?” Izuku tries to read his eyes as he feels Katsuki’s hands running up and down his legs, a little more anxious than before.
“You really want to?” Izuku asks, shifting his hand to play with the short ends of Katsuki’s hair by his neck.
“Mhm,” Katsuki hums in response, hands shifting to Izuku’s back to pull him closer as he leans up and kisses him softly, “Timing is good, we have solid people at the agency to handle shit, Todoroki always said he’d help out wherever we needed it. We were just talking about pulling back a bit anyway so you can focus on your quirk research and I can expand our after school programs. I like our life, but I wanna do it all with you. All of it, every step. Brats included. I don’t fucking care who they look like, I just want ‘em with you.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku’s eyes well up with tears as he sniffles slightly, “You always call me the sap but then you say stuff like this.”
“Not being sappy, just telling the truth. Told you I want you next to me in everything. Here, at work, and apparently, changing fucking diapers.” Katsuki responds with a smile, reaching up to lightly brush Izuku’s tears away with his thumbs.
Izuku giggles and wraps his arms back around Katsuki’s neck, leaning his cheek down to rest on his own shoulder.
“Yeah, we can talk about it this week. I really wanna talk about it.” Izuku responds happily, unable to keep the beaming smile off his face as Katsuki’s arms encircle his waist firmly again and he buries his face in Izuku’s neck.
“Good.” Katsuki responds, tilting to kiss Izuku’s curls gently before squeezing him gently, “Now, can I play or are we picking out fucking nursery colors already?”
“Shut up,” Izuku rolls his eyes, leaning back and settling himself back far enough to see Katsuki but not enough to get in the way, before he quickly leans forward to kiss him, pulling back and wiggling slightly, “Ready!”
Katsuki snorts lightly, shaking his head as he leans over to grab his phone. Holding Izuku with one hand, he quickly types and queues up the song.
Katsuki glances up and kisses him quickly again before settling himself and he hits the first four opening notes as the bass and guitar flow through the speaker. Katsuki’s foot lightly taps on the pedal below and Izuku shifts as Katsuki keeps the beat steady as he plays, peeking over Izuku’s shoulder every so often.
Sweet, wonderful you
You make me so happy with the things you do
Katsuki taps his foot against the pedal, head bobbing, as Izuku lets his head sway back and forth slightly as he hums along. Izuku leans back slightly as he focuses on Katsuki’s arms moving against his sides, how he can feel his muscles shifting in his shoulders as he moves, how warm he was, how his eyes were focused on playing but couldn’t really stray from Izuku above him.
“Mm, not bad, Kacchan.” Izuku laughs as Katsuki speeds up a bit as the chorus builds up, and Katsuki squeezes him slightly between his arms.
I never did believe in miracles
But I’ve feeling it’s time to try
“Shit’s easy.” Katsuki responds with a smirk as he leans up and sloppily kisses Izuku while he hits a quick sequence behind him and settles back into the rhythm as he leans back.
“Don’t knock my teeth out.” Izuku laughs, letting his fingers settle in Katsuki’s hair.
“We’ve got Recovery Girl on speed dial.” Katsuki smirks up at him as Izuku leans back slightly, closing his eyes to listen to Katsuki play as he sways along the happy, upbeat guitar and bass in the background.
You make loving fun
(It’s all I wanna do)
The song fades out as Izuku giggles and wraps his arms further around Katsuki’s neck, leaning down to kiss his cheek quickly.
“That was so good, Kacchan.”
“Think that shit was hard?” Katsuki smirks, leaning up and he lazily kisses down Izuku’s neck, “Maybe I’ll do the next song just like this.”
“Kacchan—“
“It’ll help me with my fucking focus or some shit.” Katsuki nips at Izuku’s ear, jolting his knee as Izuku falls further against him, and he obnoxiously bounces his legs as Izuku laughs and tries to keep his balance, gripping Katsuki’s shoulders.
“Okay, okay, okay!” Izuku giggles as Katsuki continues bouncing his knees and jolts him around, his chuckling lips still on his neck, “I think you need something more difficult.”
“Give it to me then.” Katsuki smirks as he pulls back, squinting playfully.
“Mm, Black Dog by Zeppelin.” Izuku tilts his head as Katsuki’s eyes flash with excitement for a moment before he smirks and leans up, grabbing the back of Izuku’s head as he drags his head down to kiss him. Izuku startles for a moment before kissing him back, his hands grabbing at his shirt before Katsuki pulls away.
“Hell yeah,” Katsuki breathes out, grinning up at him, “Fuck, you know me too damn well.”
“I haven’t heard you play it in a while, I know it’s one of your favorites.” Izuku smiles, reaching up to run his hand through Katsuki’s hair.
“Nah, I haven’t played in fucking forever.” Katsuki keeps smiling up at him as he leans into Izuku’s hand, keeping his eyes on him.
“Figured you’d been stuck in a Dream Theater loop and you need something fun.” Izuku replies simply, bringing his other hand up to Katsuki’s hair as he hums and closes his eyes.
“Yeah, shit reminds me of you.” Katsuki responds with a sigh, tilting his head back more into his hands as Izuku massages his scalp lightly.
“How?” Izuku asks, barely paying attention as he gazes down at Katsuki’s relaxed face melting into his hands.
“It was one of the first songs I played for you after we started dating,” Katsuki replies, keeping his eyes closed, “It was after we had our first dinner with my parents, back at my house, so my drum kit was way too fucking small and Ma had fucked up my seat but you told me you loved it.”
“You remember that?” Izuku pulls his head back, slightly startled as Katsuki looks up and nods with an eye roll.
“‘Course I do. You fuckin’ cried.” Katsuki smirks as Izuku flushes but glares down at him.
“Well, excuse me for appreciating an extremely romantic and loud rock drum serenade in your childhood bedroom. I take it back. I demand something else.”
“Oh, you demand, do you?” Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Stop pickin’ fights and take the fuckin’ compliment.”
“How’s that a compliment?”
“I just said it reminded me of you, dumbass. Most good things do.” Katsuki says simply, tilting his head with a cheeky smile.
“I- oh, shut up.” Izuku grumbles, his cheeks flushing as Katsuki chuckles and pulls him closer with one arm as he reaches up and brings Izuku’s face down to his, kissing him slowly as his hand slips under Izuku’s shirt, running his fingers up his spine.
“You’re awfully touchy today, Kacchan.” Izuku smiles against his lips, running his hands up from his chest to his neck.
“You complainin’, nerd?” Katsuki mumbles, his arm tugging Izuku closer against him as he softly bites his bottom lip.
“When have I ever?” Izuku sighs dreamily, and Katsuki chuckles lightly, kissing him once before leaning back.
“Alright, love you, but you’re not distracting me from fuckin’ Zeppelin.” Katsuki grins as he leans over and queues up the song.
“I would never try to distract you.” Izuku says innocently as Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, bullshit.” Katsuki scoffs as he hits play and loud lyrics come flowing out the speakers.
Hey hey mama said the way you move
Gon’ make you sweat, gon’ make you groove
Katsuki grins up at him as the line ends and he immediately starts up, hands flying fast around the drums as he plays. He keeps his foot steadily hitting the pedal hard, making Izuku shift around, and Izuku lets himself move along with in time Katsuki’s motions, keeping his arms wrapped around his neck.
Eyes that shine, burning red
Dreams of you run through my head
The music stops every so often for a few moments as the lyrics ring out, and Katsuki leans up to kiss him, practically knocking their teeth together with both of their unrelenting smiles.
Izuku sighs out a little as he stares at Katsuki playing, his face focused but he was smiling big, his eyes darting from the drums to Izuku and back, like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to focus on. His cheeks were flushed, and he couldn’t seem to stop smiling, his eyes bright and excited.
As the song continues, Katsuki breathes out quickly once before starting up the long, complex instrumental outro, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he concentrates and Izuku has to work not to fly off his lap as his hands reign down and Izuku jolts around.
The music fades out of the speaker and Katsuki hits the cymbals loudly one last time before he drops his drumsticks and loosely wraps his arms around Izuku’s waist.
“Fuck,” Katsuki laughs loudly, panting slightly as he looks up at Izuku with a smile, “Forgot how fun that song is.”
“It’s one of your best, I think.”
“Everything’s my best.” Katsuki smirks as he squeezes Izuku’s hips lightly.
“Well, then I think you need an even bigger challenge, Kacchan.” Izuku says innocently, playing with Katsuki’s hair at the back of his neck.
“Yeah? What are you thinking, nerd?” Katsuki tilts his head up at him, eyes excited and curious.
“I think you gotta deal with more of my dancing.” Izuku bites his lip to try and hold back his smile as Katsuki rolls his eyes, scoffing slightly.
“You want the fuckin’ Supremes, huh?”
“Come on, please? You introduced me to them!” Katsuki chuckles as he leans to the side to change the song, shaking his head as he shifts back towards Izuku, who’s pouting at him.
“Fine, I guess I can deal with your damn dancing,” Katsuki rolls his eyes before glancing up and stretches up to kiss him, “I’ll make it fun.”
“I am having fun, Kacchan.” Izuku laughs and Katsuki smiles up at him and sneaks another quick kiss.
“Good. Me too.”
Izuku leans back, reclasping his arms around Katsuki’s neck, his cheeks hurting slightly from smiling too much, as Katsuki starts off the beat and the lyrics begin.
“I need loooove, loooove, to ease my mind.” Izuku sings loudly and off key, and Katsuki shakes his head as he starts off the song, keeping his foot tapping the pedal evenly before he hits the quick sequence as the chorus builds up.
I remember Mama said
“(You can’t hurry love) no, you just have to wait”
She said “love don’t come easy,
It’s a game of give and take”
How long must I wait?
Katsuki laughs as Izuku sways from side to side in time with Katsuki’s legs bouncing against the pedal, and he adjusts his motions to be a little looser to mirror Izuku’s movements. Bouncing back and forth, Katsuki sways from the left and right along with Izuku, staring at him as he sings along happily.
Izuku laughs loudly, his cheeks flushing as he glances down at Katsuki’s happy expression, grinning up at him, his eyes flicking over his shoulder ever so often, but his gaze remains firmly on Izuku through the bridge.
No, I can’t bear to live my life alone,
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
Katsuki’s eyebrows crease slightly before he surges up and kisses Izuku hard, hands still drumming behind him. Izuku pulls himself closer around his neck as Katsuki’s lips fight against his, both of them chasing each other as Izuku continues shifting on Katsuki’s lap as the song fades out.
Bringing his hands back from the drumset as he pulls back, Katsuki smiles up at him, the song looping around and softly playing in the background.
“That was fun.” Izuku laughs and Katsuki smiles wider at him, loosely bringing his arms around his back.
“Yeah, it was,” Katsuki tilts his head up, now softly smiling up at him, his face brightened with a happy glow that Izuku wants to drink up, “What’s next?”
“What do you wanna play?”
“Thought this was about you,” Katsuki responds, leaning up and kissing Izuku’s jaw softly, “What do you want?”
“I want whatever you want, Kacchan.” Izuku glances down, and Katsuki stares up at him, a small smile tugging on his lips as he wraps his arms around Izuku’s lower back and leans forward on his stool, holding Izuku up as he presses his forehead to his.
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks quietly, nudging his cheek with his nose, kissing it quickly, “Whatever I want?”
“Mhm, whatever Kacchan wants.” Izuku breathes out as Katsuki’s deep red eyes stare into his, but he doesn’t respond.
Izuku’s heart stutters slightly as Katsuki stays quiet, keeping his eyes locked on him as he shifts to hold him with one arm, bringing his hand up to gently tuck Izuku’s hair behind his ear. Katsuki lets his knuckles lightly brush down his cheek as he looks at him, eyes glazing over slightly as his fingers trail down to his jaw.
“Beautiful.” Katsuki whispers quietly, staring up at him as he gently holds Izuku’s chin with his thumb.
“Kacchan, stop.” Izuku flushes deeply, his chest fluttering as Katsuki shakes his head, blinking slowly as his eyes are locked on Izuku, flicking around his face.
“No. Just… you’re fuckin’ beautiful.” Katsuki sighs, with an almost dazed smile, and Izuku feels his face burn hotter as Katsuki smiles at him and leans up to quiet his stuttered response.
“I’ve got one.” Katsuki whispers, kissing him gently and softly tugs his bottom lip before pulling away, and Izuku feels slightly breathless as Katsuki leans over and quickly queues up a song.
A soft voice flows through the speaker as Katsuki softly hits the drums behind Izuku, and he smiles as he shifts and loosely folds his arms around Katsuki’s neck. He tucks his shoulder under Katsuki’s chin so he can still see, and as Katsuki starts the slow, steady rhythm, Izuku feels him kiss his head softly for a moment.
“Mm. Kacchan.” Izuku smiles, leaning his warming cheeks on his folded arms.
“Yeah?”
“You know ‘Pretty Boy’ reminds me of us.”
“Does it? Kinda narcissistic of you.”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I like the Neighborhood.” Katsuki responds simply, turning to kiss Izuku’s head again, “Song’s always reminded me of you.”
“Mmm.” Izuku hums, and Katsuki keeps playing slowly, leaning his head against Izuku’s.
Even if the my hearts stops beating
You’re the only thing I need, with me
Even if the earth starts shaking
You’re the only thing worth taking, with me
Izuku hears Katsuki’s deep, low hum following along with the song, shifting until his lips are pressed to Izuku’s ear, his hands slowly playing behind him.
Even if the sky’s on fire, got you here it’s alright, with me
And if it’s all over, I’m taking this moment, with me
Wherever I’m going, I’m happy you’re coming, with me
Katsuki mumbles along with the lyrics, kissing Izuku’s head every so often, and his soft, deep, rumbling hums makes Izuku’s heart race, and he finds himself squeezing Katsuki tighter.
The song winds down, the soft outro trailing off as Katsuki finishes early, tossing his drumsticks on the ground before he wraps Izuku up in his arms, holding him tightly around his waist.
Izuku smiles as he hugs him back, closing his eyes as he squeezes him and Katsuki sighs deeply.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Izuku.” Katsuki whispers quietly, his lips stilling by Izuku’s ear as he kisses his temple gently and Izuku’s body warms up to his toes.
“I love you, Kacchan. More than you’ll ever know.” Izuku whispers back, and Katsuki’s grip tightens for a moment before he reluctantly loosens his arms.
“I like this. Reminds me of high school.” Katsuki says with a sigh, loosening his grip slightly more as he rubs up and down Izuku’s back.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. All those little fucking games and competitions we used to make up in the band room.”
“Mhm, you got a kiss every time you got a song right.” Izuku laughs, shifting his head to the side to look up at him.
“And you always picked the easiest damn songs.” Katsuki turns to look back, smiling smugly.
“Well, I liked kissing you.” Izuku grumbles with a pout, and Katsuki tilts his head and kisses him softly, his thumbs brushing his hips.
“Mm, I didn’t complain but Jirou definitely did.” Katsuki chuckles as Izuku flushes and picks his head off Katsuki’s shoulder.
“Stop, I still have nightmares about that.”
“She still holds it over my fuckin’ head,” Katsuki rolls his eyes, and Izuku laughs lightly, “It was always your job to lock the damn door.”
“You always distracted me!”
“Tch. I would fuckin’ never.” Katsuki squeezes him with a grin as Izuku rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
“Yeah, okay.” Izuku laughs, “What’s next, Kacchan?”
“That’s up to you.” Katsuki replies, shifting his hands under Izuku’s shirt again, rubbing up and down his back.
“Mm, something classic.”
“Somethin’ classic, huh?” Katsuki hums, nudging his nose along Izuku’s jaw, kissing it lightly once, before pulling back, “Mmkay.”
Leaning to the side and shielding his phone from Izuku, Katsuki scrolls through his music before his lips twitch and he looks up, “Got it.”
“Which one?”
“You’ll know it. Old favorite.” Katsuki says simply, leaning up to kiss him quickly once, then twice as he leans back and picks up his drumsticks off the ground before adjusting himself as the music starts up.
Katsuki’s foot hits the pedal for the first beat, then again harder twice, and Izuku feels himself bounce slightly, his hips grinding against Katsuki’s. From below, he hears Katsuki inhale sharply before hitting the pedal harder, eyes flicking up to Izuku as he shifts him back and forth on his lap.
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner,
Breathing in your dust
Staring down, Izuku leans back, his hands wrapped around Katsuki’s neck, and he lets himself move along with Katsuki’s movements below. Katsuki stares up at him, his hands slowing for a moment on the drums before he regains his timing, but keeps his eyes on Izuku the whole time.
Katsuki follows the steady beat on the pedal, hitting it harder than he needs to as he makes Izuku bounce slightly off his lap. He leans forward slightly, his eyes only glancing at the drums behind Izuku for a second before returning his burning gaze to his.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to keep than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
Izuku feels his heart speed up as Katsuki shifts and Izuku falls further against him, their hips flush against each other as Katsuki hits the pedal again, jolting Izuku harder and he stifles a groan.
“Come down here,” Katsuki grunts quietly after a minute, his eyes still locked on Izuku, tilting his head for him to tuck his head in his neck. Izuku happily obliges, slipping his hands down around Katsuki’s waist and gently laying his head between his shoulder and neck, “Yeah, just like that.”
“Are you comfy?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki sighs, leaning over to kiss his forehead, not missing a beat, “Fuckin’ perfect.”
Izuku smiles to himself as he closes his eyes and breathes in, inhaling Katsuki’s sweet, smoky scent as he listens to him play. He lets his body go boneless with Katsuki’s shifting thighs underneath him and warmth pools in his stomach as Katsuki’s lips and hot breath hit his ear, still lowly humming along.
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Wanna be yours, wanna be yours
Izuku tilts his head slightly, and a mischievous smile comes onto his face as he leans in, softly pressing his lips to Katsuki’s neck. He feels Katsuki’s shoulders tense for a moment before relaxing, his head tilting back slightly to expose his neck more, and Izuku lets his lips just brush against his skin, trailing down the sharp curve of his jaw.
“Izuku.”
“Yes, Kacchan?” Izuku whispers innocently, tilting his head more to lightly kiss just underneath Katsuki’s ear, his tongue darting out, and he feels him squirm slightly underneath him as his hands falter for a second.
“Mm, you’re fucking distracting me.”
“Thought that was the point,” Izuku responds simply, shifting his hips forward slightly and bringing his hand up to tilt Katsuki’s neck further, “Focus and relax.”
“Bastard.” Katsuki breathes out, messing up his timing slightly but he regains it, the slow music still pouring from the speakers. Izuku smiles to himself before widening his mouth slightly, planting slow, open mouthed kisses trailing from his neck up to his ear.
“Fuck,” Katsuki groans, his hands slowing down as Izuku moves his hips against his in time with the music and Katsuki hitting the pedal, “Izuku—”
“Shh.” Izuku whispers against his ear, kissing his earlobe lightly before tugging it with his teeth, and hears Katsuki inhale sharply, “You just gotta focus.”
“But—”
“Focus, baby.” Izuku whispers again, smiling to himself as he pushes his hips down and feels Katsuki’s groan in his throat against his lips.
“Nah, fuck this.” Katsuki throws his drumsticks on the ground and quickly grabs Izuku by the back of the head, fisting his hair to yank him up from his neck to his lips.
He kisses him desperately, his other hand furiously running up and down Izuku’s side, pausing for a moment each time to squeeze his waist. Izuku kisses him back quickly, smiling victoriously to himself before leaning down and pushing against Katsuki’s aggressive lips as he throws his arms around him.
Katsuki grunts and suddenly stands up, grabbing Izuku by the back of his thighs and hoists him up against him. Izuku quickly wraps his legs around Katsuki’s waist as Katsuki stumbles out of the way of his drums towards the door, lips never leaving each other.
“Fuck you. I was doing good.” Katsuki grumbles against his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently as he tries to make their way to their bedroom.
“Mhm, I know, you were doing so good, Kacchan, I couldn’t help myself, you always look so good playing.” Izuku breathes out in between Katsuki’s lips as he feels his back hit the wall.
“Harder than I fucking expected, you’re too fucking distracting, baby, fuck,” Katsuki mutters, tucking his head into Izuku’s neck and kissing along his skin, his lips trailing from his ear down his neck, just along the hollow of his throat, and back up the other side, whispering in his ear, “Just can’t let me fuckin’ win, can you?”
“Mm, no, you wouldn’t have married me if I did.” Izuku laughs lightly and he feels Katsuki stop and smile against his skin before picking his head up.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Katsuki readjusts his hands on Izuku’s thighs, leaning him further against the wall as he presses his forehead to Izuku’s, “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Kacchan.” Izuku blushes, and Katsuki leans to kiss his cheek sweetly, his expression softening from a few moments before.
“You are, perfect for me,” Katsuki smiles, nudging his nose against Izuku’s cheek, kissing it again softly, “I’m so fucking lucky.”
“What’s gotten into you today?” Izuku giggles, loosening his hold around Katsuki’s neck as he sighs and tilts his head down at him.
“Nothin’ really, I’m just in a good mood. Our life has just been really good lately, I’m just stupid fucking happy. Sometimes makes me laugh at how dumb I used to be about you.”
“Yeah? What would 16 year old Kacchan say if he saw us now?” Izuku smiles, tilting his head against the wall.
“Realistically?” Katsuki asks, shifting to readjust his hands on Izuku’s thighs as Izuku nods, “Probably tell us to ‘get fucked and die’, then sit his room for an hour and stare at the wall, wishing it was him before going to blow up something.”
“Aw, you were so cute and angsty.” Izuku giggles as Katsuki rolls his eyes, picking Izuku up off the wall and moving towards their room.
“Who the fuck do you think was making me angsty, you little shit?” Katsuki shoots back, lightly knocking his head against Izuku’s as he walks to the door.
“So not my fault.” Izuku rolls his eyes as Katsuki scoffs and kicks open the door, shifting Izuku away from it as he walks into the room.
“Mhm, is fucking too. Just came in rambling and fucking up all my plans,” Katsuki leans in and kisses him obnoxiously, “Annoyed me into loving you.”
“Shut up, Kacchan, you’re more annoying than me.” Izuku pushes him off slightly as Katsuki keeps aggressively kissing Izuku all over his face with a grin.
“That’s ‘cause you’re the only fucking one who gets me like this.” Katsuki rolls his eyes as he pulls back before leaning in slightly and squinting, “I think you rub off on me.”
“Nuh uh, you’ve been a pest since we were kids.”
“A fucking pest?” Katsuki stops in the middle of their room, leaning back and glaring at Izuku.
“Mhm. A pest, Kacchan.” Izuku smiles innocently, tilting his head as he leans in and kisses him quickly, a mischievous smile on his face.
Katsuki stares at him for a moment before grinning and shaking his head, “Hm. Guess I fuckin’ am.”
Katsuki smirks before he hoists Izuku off himself and chucks him onto their bed, causing him to disappear into their pillows before Katsuki launches himself on top of him.
“Kacchan, can’t breathe!” Izuku wheezes out as he feels Katsuki laugh on top of him.
“Weird, my pillows talking.” Katsuki says innocently as Izuku shoves his shoulder off of him, his red face popping back up.
“Ugh, stop doing that,” Izuku groans, “You’re gonna break me or the bed one day, you already did it when we had to go to New York.”
“You or the bed?” Katsuki smirks as he shifts to lean on his elbows on either side of him and Izuku rolls his eyes
“Shut up.”
“Nah, you like getting manhandled, don’t lie,” Katsuki snorts, dipping his head down to kiss him before pulling his head back with a smirk, “Besides, I already know the answer’s fucking both.”
“I’m so glad your confidence has never waned, Kacchan.”
“Nah, fuckin’ impossible. Not when I’ve got you.” Katsuki smiles down at him, kissing his forehead quickly before looking back at Izuku and his flushed cheeks.
“You're being so cute today,” Izuku giggles, tilting his head, “Are you sure nothings going on?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Katsuki replies, picking up one of Izuku’s curls with his finger to play with, “Just one of those days where I still can’t believe you’re actually fuckin’ mine.”
“Always have been, Kacchan.” Izuku replies softly, turning his head to kiss the inside of Katsuki’s wrist.
“I know,” Katsuki sighs, leaning down on his elbow with his head tilted in his palm, “Just one of those days.”
“I get them, too.” Izuku responds softly, letting his eyes trace over Katsuki’s features.
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, brushing away Izuku’s hair from his face before his hand settles on his neck.
“Yeah,” Izuku replies, picking his hand up to trace the outline of Katsuki’s face, “Sometimes, I can’t believe this is our life. You, the agency…I don’t even think I could've even dreamed up a life this good.”
“Better fuckin’ believe it, baby.” Katsuki grins as he leans up and smushes his lips against Izuku’s cheek as he laughs.
“Mm, I do. You make me so happy.” Izuku sighs as Katsuki brings his head back up, their faces just a few inches from each other.
“That’s all I want.” Katsuki says softly, brushing the back of his fingers on Izuku’s cheek.
“You’re really good at it.” Izuku breathes out, leaning his head slightly into Katsuki’s fingers.
“I’m really good at everything.” Katsuki smirks, tracing down his jaw.
“Yeah, including being humble.” Izuku rolls his eyes as Katsuki snorts, dropping his head into Izuku’s neck.
“Shut up.”
“Nah.” Izuku hums, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, hearing him grumble into his neck. Exhaling deeply, Katsuki brings his hand to Izuku’s head, rubbing his thumb softly into his hair.
Feeling soft, warm lips on his neck, Izuku relaxes against the bed, Katsuki’s soft kisses against his skin making his head fog up slightly.
He kisses him slowly, taking his time with his lips and tongue before shifting, his warm breath hitting Izuku’s ear as he pulls back to move.
His lips speed up, getting sloppier as his tongue runs along Izuku’s jawline and he fails to hold back a deep groan, fisting Katsuki’s hair. When he does, Katsuki kisses him harder, trying to elicit more noises and groans from Izuku, nipping at his skin.
“Kacchan.” Izuku tries not to whine as Katsuki’s lips leave his neck.
“Shut up. I gotta get back at you for being too damn distracting.” Katsuki smirks, shifting up to sit back on his legs to run his hand down Izuku’s stomach.
“It was your idea!” Izuku protests weakly as Katsuki’s fingertips slowly slip under his shirt, trailing up and down his abs.
“Yeah, and you proved me a little too wrong for my taste and I didn’t fucking like it.” Katsuki teases, yanking Izuku down by his waist towards him with a yelp as he kneels on the bed, Izuku’s legs on either side of his hips.
“Mm, but I’m so good at proving you wrong.” Izuku smiles innocently, batting his eyelashes.
“Yeah. Pisses me off,” Katsuki smirks, leaning down to hover over his face, “You’re too good at it.”
“Do something about it, then.” Izuku replies teasingly, and Katsuki’s lips twitch into a smile, and he leans down to kiss him, softer and less frantic than before, in a way that still makes Izuku lose his breath for a moment.
“I fucking love you, you know that?” Katsuki says as he pulls back, shaking his head as he looks down at him, “Goddamn perfect.”
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it,” Izuku smiles, leaning up to kiss him quickly again, “I love you, too.”
Katsuki stares down at him, his eyes gentler as he shakes his head again with a smile and leans down to kiss him slowly, tilting his head to push his lips deeper against Izuku’s, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. He shifts to bring up one of his hands and gently holds Izuku’s face, his fingertips just barely grazing his cheeks as he tilts his head further and slips his tongue into Izuku’s mouth with a groan.
Izuku kisses him back with a sigh, his head lifting off the pillow in an attempt to meet him halfway when Katsuki abruptly pulls away. Izuku chases his lips, his head fully off the pillow as he glances up at him, confused.
Katsuki grins wickedly and shoves Izuku’s chest down back against the bed as he eagerly runs his hands up and down Izuku’s thighs, squeezing as he nears his hips.
“Now sit back and shut up, you distracting ass nerd.”