In the dimly lit bathroom of the bustling wedding venue, Izuku and Katsuki found themselves locked in a passionate embrace, their lips melding together in a fervent kiss.
"I can't believe we're doing this. We just met!" Izuku exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Katsuki's response was a low chuckle as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Izuku's ear. "Who cares? I've never felt a connection like this before."
Izuku hesitated for a moment, torn between the thrill of the moment and the sense of responsibility nagging at the back of his mind. "But what about the bride and groom? We're supposed to be celebrating with them."
A smirk played on Katsuki's lips as he brushed his fingers through Izuku's hair. "They'll be fine. Right now, I just want to focus on you."
"You're crazy, you know that?" Izuku replied, a hint of laughter in his voice despite his lingering doubts.
"Maybe," Katsuki admitted with a shrug. "But I can't resist you."
In the secluded confines of the bathroom, with the distant echoes of the wedding celebration muffled by the closed door, Katsuki's confession hung heavy in the air like an electric charge.
"You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "ever since I saw you walk into that wedding, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to..." He paused, searching for the right words, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, "...how badly I wanted to fuck you."
Izuku's cheeks flushed crimson at the blunt admission, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to process the intensity of Katsuki's desire.
"Katsuki," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, "you can't just say things like that."
But Katsuki seemed unfazed by Izuku's reaction, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer, the heat of his breath grazing Izuku's ear. "Why not?" he murmured, his tone dripping with confidence. "It's the truth. You've been driving me crazy all night."
Izuku's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of embarrassment, excitement, and a twinge of disbelief. He had never imagined that Katsuki, with his brash demeanor and fiery personality, could harbor such intense desires for him.
"I-I had no idea..." Izuku trailed off, his words faltering as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.
Katsuki's smirk softened into a tender smile, his gaze locking with Izuku's as he reached out to gently cup his cheek. "Well, now you do," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I'm not planning on holding back."
Izuku's breath caught in his throat at Katsuki's words, his heart fluttering with a heady mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. He felt a surge of warmth flood through him, igniting a spark of desire that mirrored Katsuki's own.
"I...I don't know what to say," Izuku admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
But Katsuki only shook his head, his eyes alight with determination. "You don't have to say anything," he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "Just let me show you how much I want you."
As Katsuki's fingers deftly worked to unbutton Izuku's pants, a quiet tension filled the air, mingling with the heat of their desire. With each button undone, the fabric loosened around Izuku's waist, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin that only fueled Katsuki's hunger.
As he worked, Katsuki couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers pausing for a moment as he met Izuku's gaze. "You know," he began, his voice laced with amusement, "I always hated dressing up for events like this. Suits are so damn constricting."
