Chapter 45

I carried Deku up to my bedroom, threw him onto my bed and pushed him down. "Come on, show me your damn affection! Do you even know what that is without Izuku?!" Deku grinned and put his right hand against my cheek. Then he pushed his lips onto mine with an almost unbearable fondness. My ferocity crumbled to dust.

I wrapped my arms around him and rolled onto my back, holding him as close as I could. "If you try to leave me, I'll chain your dumbass to me. You're all I have now." Then my lips clashed with his again. Deku kissed back with the same passion. That guy was one hell of a good actor. Or was he?

I allowed myself to believe Deku loved me, just for this moment. Fuck my later disappointment, I just wanted to live the illusion in this damn moment. I let one of my hands travel up his back under his shirt and buried the other one in his soft, fluffy hair.

He grinned contemptuously, but I didn't let it affect me. Deku would look down on me anyways, so why not take everything I could for the same amount of contempt? And right now, his hate was more or less mutual. I just wanted the reassurance he was here. Physically. Because in my head, he was present way too much.

Suddenly, Deku pinned my arms down at the sides of my head. "You're weird. Yesterday you kicked me out, now you want to be skin on skin with me. Like a moody child or something. You're not trying to prove something to me, right? Or to yourself?" That hit right home.

I lowered my eyes. "What's it to you?" "Oh, I don't feel like being used. You already did. The tables won't turn again." Dekus face was like a marble wall. I growled. "I really don't give a shit about the motivation of either of us right now. Can we finish what we came for?"

Deku stared for a moment, then he smiled almost nicely. "You're already way too used to this. I didn't make myself scarce enough, huh?" I looked up to him with hooded eyes, refraining from answering. He lightly shook his head and let go of my wrists. "Oh Kacchan. Just how much did I break you?"

A few moments later, Deku entered me, grinning like he knew something I didn't. It irritated me, to say the least. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him towards me. "Ngh- focus on me, Deku." "Talk about 'not affection'…" Deku shifted one arm under me and started moving. It was like someone had relieved me of my mind. Nothing like heavy thoughts, just Dekus bodyheat thrusting into me.

I clutched my arms around Deku and gave him a shaky grin. "That all you got?" Dekus answer going in so raw I almost squealed. And I wanted more this instant.

Come on, Deku. Be persistent. Be relentless and rough. That's like you. But like this, it won't hurt me. It's just burning me up worse than a fever. And burning all the doubts and bitterness away. When you're melting my head, I can't think about the price it cost. I can obliterate what's missing because of you and me. You're making me forget about the millions of skeletons in my closet that I can never get rid of again. Fuck everything for this feeling. It's not like I could turn back time anyways.

SLAM

Deku had suddenly decided he wanted to rip me in half. "Kacchan-" He was breathing heavily. "Now you're not focusing on me." He didn't really give me time to answer, I tried anyways. "I'm always focusing on you, dumbass-" I felt my ass starting to tighten around Deku. "Because you're the only thing on my fucking mind!"

Deku didn't answer. He just continued vigorously pushing into me, and this once… it looked like he was actually feeling it. Him filling me up with the last push had my orgasm turn over like a swing. It was insanely good. And I'm pretty fucking sure that was still an understatement. But… One thing… When I looked at Deku sitting over me, breathing heavily, I realized something. I wasn't a drug for Dekus satisfaction. He was the drug. And I was so fucking addicted.

He was about to get up, but I pulled him back to me. "Deku- do it again." "Excuse you?" Deku was taken aback. I dragged him closer, the heat he eradicated washing over me. "Again. Fuck me. Again." His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he smirked. "As you wish. Brace yourself." Then Deku turned my around and pushed my ass up.

In this position, Deku could get in even deeper than before and made me shiver with the first thrust. I clawed my fingers into the sheets, not wanting to let all of the noises I would've made out. This was almost too much for me.

I was being overwhelmed with Dekus bodyheat, his smell and the feeling of him in me. It was as if the whole world, the only thing existing around me was Deku. That he put his arms around me for better grip just strengthened the way he deceived my senses.

In the end, it was too much for me. I came before Deku and almost cracked down of the overstimulation. After he had finished, he put me down and dropped onto his ass. "Damn. You really drained me this time, Kacchan." He lightly brushed his fingers through my sweaty hair. "And? Did you prove your point?"

I barely caught my breath enough for a short answer. "Probably." Deku chuckled. "Now I know why makeup sex has a special term. It's more a battle than actual love, isn't it?" Then he stood up and left me alone with my churned up mind.

Asking myself if this hadn't maybe been the wrong thing to do.