Thread by @nxxdio

#出勝 #dkbk
Deku worshipping Kacchan's body, but what about Katsuki kissing every one of his scars.

Deku tells Katsuki to not bother but Katsuki doesn't let up. His eyes focuses on Deku's as he kisses his fingers.

He doesn't say anything but Deku tears up all the same.

Katsuki kisses him softly. Unspoken words are heard. The kiss is salty, bitter. It's sweet. It fills Deku's heart until it feels like it's going to burst.

Katsuki's lips trace the contours of Deku's body, determined to like Izuku know the words he can't say.

His lips meet skin as if he can swallow the words of the past, actions he ain't proud of.

His arms cage around the man, like he could shield him from the world, from him and himself.

He has to know, he needs to know that he is loved.

Not for his quirk, not for the Hero Deku, the symbol of peace.

But because he is simply Izuku.

He needs to know that Katsuki will tear heaven, hell, and existence itself for one man.

Gentle, scarred hands hold his face as Izuku sits up. Kind eyes look at him from above.

The setting sunlight hits his face in a sacred way.

If Izuku is the devoted, Katsuki is his devotee.

Izuku smiles, a gentle curve of lips, one of endless love. "I know." He whispers, but it's like the only sound in the world. "I know." The words ring loudly.

He presses his lips to his forehead, staying there.

"There's no Deku without Kacchan." He says like a fact, like a truth.

Fingers brush away his tears as Izuku kisses him, stealing his breath away to replace it with his overwhelming love.

Katsuki can't complete with such endless love, but he doesn't need to. He loves enough for one person.

They wrap up in each other's hold, away from expecting eyes and judging words.

Here, they're no heroes. No symbols of peace or victory.

Here, they're simply Izuku and Katsuki.