Living in the Moment

Long lashes fluttered open, the pleasant morning sunshine illuminating on his dehydrated face. He blinked a couple more times as if it would clear the fog that was messing up his head.

There was no headache or nausea, per se. In fact, Deku woke up feeling like this was the best sleep he had since he entered college. It's just that he felt confused like he woke up in the wrong side of the room. Literally.

This post-drinking morning would've been the polar opposite of last time's experience if only the muscle pain disappeared. But compared to the last time, Deku felt uncomfortable and wet inside his backside.

"Fuck," Deku abruptly sat up, sending the sheets flying over. He looked down and realized that he was completely naked. He was also lying down on Kacchan's bed. "Oh fuck."

Izuku remembered.

The taste of Kacchan's tongue. The saltiness of his sweat. The hardness of his muscles. The sharp curves of his body that Deku wanted himself to dig deeper inside. The taste of Kacchan's cock inside Deku's mouth. The feeling of something rock hard forcing the tight muscles of his asshole open. Kacchan's steady thrusting until it became erratic because he was about to cum. His rough yet erotic groans accompanied by I love you, Izuku and a couple of colorful words. The warm and disgusting feeling of semen filling his hole.

Everything from last night.

He remembered.

"You okay?" Kacchan's voice echoed in a distance.

Deku took consecutive deep breaths and tried to rationalize the reaction he'll show to his best friend. Are they a thing now or is this the same situation with what was going on with Kirishima and Ashido-san? Should he jump off the window instead and never appear in front of Kacchan again? Should he act like he doesn't remember--

Oh no.

Last time, Deku fell asleep while having an intimate moment with Kacchan and forgot about it. It must've been a painful experience for Kacchan that something so important between them was easily forgotten by Deku.

Now that he thinks of it, Kacchan's actions towards him all finally made sense! And he kept on antagonizing Kacchan for being too protective of him without a reason when indeed there was! If only he remembered sooner, then all their debacle wouldn't have occurred--

Izuku's nose twitched.

The room smelled.

Aside from the smell of pancakes and bacon early in the morning, something else lingered in the air.

Kacchan entered the room while holding a tray, wearing nothing but loose shorts. "Here's breakfast," He raised it lightly as if it wasn't obvious.

Sex.

"Kacchan," Deku tried to talk, but his throat was sore and raspy. The feeling of Kacchan's dick choking him made its phantom presence in his mouth.

Kacchan must be remembering the same thing because his expression also darkened.

"Eat up," He urged, abruptly turning around. He might have tried his best to hide it, but Izuku saw a growing tent in his shorts. "You look surprisingly better than last time's night-out. Remember, you were puking your guts out and complaining about how your head hurts so bad--"

Katsuki froze, quickly catching on.

Kacchan was too smart even for his own sake

"God, what happened last night?" Deku contemplated if he sounded too enthusiastic.

But judging from the look of relief on Kacchan's face, maybe Deku was good at acting.

***

Deku doesn't know how but for some reason, this became an ongoing cycle between them. They'll hang out with Shigaraki and his cronies in the pub, drink their guts out to celebrate whatever trivial matter there was worth celebrating, have sex when they get home, and act like nothing happened the next morning. Kacchan seemed like he preferred it if Deku didn't remember anything, while Deku pretended that he didn't because deep inside he knew that he didn't want to ruin this cycle of theirs.

He knew Kacchan wasn't stupid. Having a complete blackout on every post-drinking session is too convenient even for their fragile fantasy. And he really proved that he wasn't because somewhere along the timeline of events, he must've realized that Deku was just acting.

How did Izuku confirm it?

It occurred during one of their many sexual encounters. Deku had his arms and legs around Kacchan, moaning and gasping for air. He was close, he could feel the pressure in his abdomen impending to explode and so did Katsuki. He grabbed his dick and furiously stroked it, sending the smaller man, no longer a boy, over the edge, coming all over their stomachs. Due to the tight muscles wringing him out, Kacchan followed soon after. He pulled out with a deep exhale, grabbing the tissue over their nightstand and began cleaning the combination of both their shmucks off of Deku who was flatly and tiredly lying down on his sheets.

Today, they were fucking on Deku's bed.

"Kacchan," Deku said, resting his face on his palm while shamelessly presenting his ass as Kacchan continued to wipe it clean.

"Hm?" Katsuki threw the used tissue in the trash bin. It was a rather amazing feat since the trash bin was relatively far away from their beds.

"What are we?"

Kacchan's head abruptly pivoted to his direction, evidently startled at the question. He didn't say anything. Instead, he wiped the expression off his face and positioned himself behind Deku. For some reason, he was hard again, as if the question was something sort of secret dirty phrase that would easily turn the switch in him.

"We've been doing this for a while now," Deku gasped as he felt something intruding his already loose asshole. "There, please rub it there...! Are we just like K-K-Kirishima-kun and Ashido-san--"

"Don't moan Shitty Hair's name," Kacchan slammed particularly hard, making sure to hit a specific site in Deku's rectum.

"S-s-sorry," Deku writhed against the sheets. "Are we fuck--"

"We aren't," Kacchan breathed against his ear, immediately cutting him off. "We're living in the moment."