Opposites is officially over on Patreon.
The first 22 chapters of Parallels are out. It has a webtoon of the first few chapters coming out. We have over 50 artists, cosplayers, and skit makers on tik tok working with me on special projects for it on the day it comes out <3 (November 1st)
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In sync, you and Katsuki's mouths collided with more fervor than ever before. He stole your breath and you stole his. It was like a combustion. Suddenly one of his palms cupped your jaw, the other firm at your hip, ensuring not a sliver of distance could be created. You grabbed his face, slid an arm around his neck, tousled your fingers through his hair.
"I'm still angry." He bit, the room and everything in it scented with your memories, bringing back the first nights you felt this close, this passionate.
"I know."
"You're still wrong for leaving like that." He growled, roughness from the back of his throat making you shiver. A smile curved your lips in gratitude and amusement alike.
"I know."
"And you have to watch your surroundings better. I could've put a grenade in your pocket for god's sake!"
"I know!" You whined it into his mouth.
His skin was hot to the touch, your fingertips dancing across his scalp till they found his roots, tugged hard enough to make him groan. The sound alone, the breath that shuddered down his spine- it awoke something in you.
Dabi's kiss didn't feel like this. It felt forced, cold, a last resort.
This was different. This wasn't a connection you could forge with a stranger. This- the fire shared between every breath, the rush of your tethered affection, every second that went by as the intensity rose and rose and rose- nothing in the world could replace it.
"When's patchwork coming back?" Katsuki whispered. Even just referring to Dabi, his hand on your hip tightened, shoving you closer.
"He isn't," You sighed, remembering the plan to wait here for a few hours to make it seem like Dabi was still with you. "Tenko needs him, he left."
Katsuki's closed eyes opened to meet yours, half-lidded. His lungs heaved, breathlessly accentuating the swelling of his lips as he reached out and swiped his thumb across yours.
You thought he might stop here. Look you in the face, give you a final longing kiss before deciding that getting physical might make things too complicated. Your heart tore at the strings thinking of him walking out the door now, before you could share any more of what you used to have.
Selfishly, you wanted to pretend the world was right even for just a few hours. That you and Katsuki were still at each other's sides and the conflict between heroes and villains didn't exist. That your hair was still long and gray and there was no such letter for him to read at night.
Staring up at him in the silent yet incredibly full exchange of your close gazes, you flexed your fingers in his hair. The act was possessive, memorable of times he said your name as you raked your nails down his back. Your nose brushed his in an at once teasing, desperate manner, like a whine should've followed.
Katsuki's red eyes burned. With wanting, with a desire to feel your body bare against his. The only thing that restrained it was his mind wondering whether any of this was right.
But his body won the argument. His heart too.
"Good." He said, grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisting them till they wrapped around his waist. It was less than a second before he pushed you back onto the bed, your breath hitching as you landed. He didn't waste any time.
