#makelovenotporn

Ship: BakuSero.

It all started with that one kiss one summer, that led to the love making of his life. It was hot. No, not the mood. The sun beat down on Hanta in waves, and the noirette was suffering. His hand was fanning his face, his hair now in a man-bun. Katsuki was in a chair, curled up on his hammok in his boyfriends dorm, reading a book with small reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Hanta was doing homework at his desk, silently watching Katsuki when he got all of it done. He licked his lips, they were dry because it was so hot. He hasn't felt heat in months, since beibg incased in ice didn't suit his body well, and usually hed be estatic. But now? He was suffering. The blond in his hammok wasn't any better off, by the slam of the book hed guessed Katsuki was done with the book for now. Hanta watched, and their eyes met. The red-eyed blonds gaze softened at the sight of his sweaty, misrable boyfriend. "I haven't seen you this hot and bothered before."

Katsuki had a hard time controlling his quirk in the heat, that's why he had his fists clenched as Hanta gently grabbed his wrists. Hanta stood up from his rickety desk chair, and held the slightly smaller male to him. He bent his knees so he could snuggle into his boyfriends chest. "Hey, hey, I thought you'd be too hot for that."

Hanta shrugged, "I mean, I wonder what being Kat-defincent would be like. I cant just let myself do that."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and pecked Hantas lips. Hantas face lit up, like, red. It was already flushed by the heat, but by his slackened posture and by the way he tried to hide himself hid himself in his hair even though it was up in a bun (for the most part, anyway). The tape user huffed, puffing his cheeks out. Explosion boy answered in kind, which (of course) would be squishing Hantas cheeks together so the air would be let out. Hanta broke into a small, embarassed grin. Katsuki felt himself start to melt more from the small smile, and damn, did it melt him more than the heat ever could. Hanta was just so..pretty. He wanted to appriciate every part of skin on his boyfriend, and even parts (like his mouth) that would definitely make them ignite together. Hanta was so perfect, and theyve talked about making love before, but they've been nervous. Hanta gets overstimulated easy, and even when pleasuring himself, he has to drag it out but not let it go too far, or he'll become a whiny mess, as Hanta had told him. They haven't had any intercourse yet, Hanta finds it very important that love comes before pleasure, and with those eyes, Katsuki couldn't help but agree. Hantas eyes met Katsukis, and Katsuki said, "do you want to try to make love, hun?"

Hanta bit his lip, "its kinda hot though," he said.

Katsuki said, "because you dont have your 'ditioning on, dumbass."

Hanta pouted, separating from Kat with hesitancy and draggung himself to his controls. He turned the air on, and instantly felt the cold sweep across his feet and he gratefully took it. He fanned himself, slipping his ponytail holder out of his hair at the same time. Katsuki bit his own lip, and couldn't help but want Hanta more. Not sexually, just want his touch. Hanta looked over, sweat starting to go away. He immediately went to cuddle up to Katsuki, giggling and nuzzling his chest. "Yes. Im ready, honeybee."

The blond nodded, slowly bringing their lips together. Hanta didnt fight against Katsuki, only wrapped his muscular arms around Katsukis stomach. Despite that, his elbows rested against his hips. Its a great resting place, he doesn't have to work as hard to hold Kat like this. Hanta felt Katsukis lips part from his, and he took in a shuddering breath, feeling his body reacting to the stimuli that Katsuki was now giving him, not groping, gods no, seemingly appreciating Hantas behind. Ths calloused hands of the other muscular man were rubbing small circles on his butt, he couldn't help but start to feel embarassed. "Remember the safeword we talked about?"

"M-mhm. Soy Sauce. And slow down is Spicy."

"Just making sure, thank you, Hanta."

Hanta nodded, kissing Katsukis head and led him to his big bed. He laid on his back, beckoning the other male to come overtop. The blond did so, but ducked his head to slowly make love bites on Hantas exposed skin. He sat back up, appreciating the flushed face and the whine he pratcially felt vibrating in Hantas throat, waiting to be released. Hanta let put that high pitched whine when Katsuki started sweet talking him.

"Your body is perfect. Your elbows are so pretty on you. No one can amount to how amazing you look. Ever."

Hanta shook his head, the whine mentioned ripping through his throat. He gasped, "K-Kat," he felt himself about to cry as Katsuki kissed all over his face, and kissed the first stray, salty tear that made its way over the pale skin of Hanta. Katsuki spoke in a small, soft voice that had an edge of roughness. Hanta loved it. Its a great representation of his love. It may seem rough, his love, but he fell in love with Katsuki for a reason. Study session forgotten, books amd pencils abandoned, they started to slowly make out as the room seemed to heat back up again. The wet noises of their lips was basically the only sound in the room, besides the rustling of Hantas squirming legs desrately needing a hold on something. They found Katsukis waist, and brought him closer with his lips. Katsuki now leaned over Hanta on his forearms and elbows.

Hanta played with Katsukis hair as they started their intimacy. They didn't rush, theres no need to. They have each other, this is to show their love. Even if its cold, and Hanta is having trouble sleeping because of his anxiety, or if its cold he'll be anxious because he thinks he'll be trapped. Again. He never wants to experience that again, the shivering cold. But now, hes shivering in excitement, so he guesses Katsuki is the only reason that he'll shiver and smile at the same time for. Katsuki pulled from the session first, slowly peeling Hantas tank-top up. He kisses all the exposed skin he could, sometimes nipping at the skin. Hanta whined at the attention, feeling like royalty.

"I want to kiss every inch of you, because I want to kiss perfection. Every peice and inch of skin is so perfect on you, Hanta, baby. You are sculpted so well, you arent a beast but you are so strong. Not even just physically, Han. Just in general. You always tease me to push me to do better, and you believe in me. You make me so happy. And I know you sell yourself short. I see it in your face. But youre so perfect, so pretty, I cant help but love you so, so much."

Hanta let out a sob as Katsuki finished, now full-on crying. "B-but I'm just.. so plain."

Katsuki pulled the tank off Hanta, who just let him. His muscular chest was kind of like Katsukis, but not near as thick. Hanta blushed, still crying but it got worse as Katsuki splayed his warm hands on Hantas chest, fondling the muscles with gentle touches, but somehow loving. "Plain beautiful, baby. You drive me mad, sometimes. You are so f.."

Hanta didnt like excessive cussing during love time, so he corrected himself,

"You are so amazing. You have a good body. Your face is beautiful, and unique. Do people look like you anymore? No? Then youre not plain. You're unique. You will make such an awesome hero."

Hanta clutched Katsukis shirt, sobbing into it. Katsuki kissed Hantas cheek and the noirette peeled his face off Katsuki, tugging silently on the shirt with red-rimmed and tear-filled eyes. The blond pulled it off, anf Hanta latched onto one of Katsukis shoulders, making love bites. With marking Kats skin, his soft whines were muffled. "Those sounds are beautiful, baby. I love you."

Things continued to get more and more heated until Katsukis fingers were at Hantas quivering rim. Katsuki pushed a finger in and Hanta whimpered, mostly of embrassment. As he got stretched out, he whimpered and whined - not excessively, though. They came out short, and high pitched. Katsuki loved them. He took his time stretching Hanta out, his other hand holding Hantas. The noirette has always been embarassed about intimacy, something he never though hed deserve or get. But here he is, the love of his life, stretching him so they can make love. Hanta squirmed at the thought, and Katsuki kissed Hantas thighs. Hanta gasped, biting his lips. His thighs were sensitive, especially toward the insides. Hanta let out his first small moan when Katsuki slowly found his prostate, and with the pace he was going, brushed along it slowly. Katsuki flushed, hearing that sound. He was aroused, sure, aching. But this is about love, and he was going to treat Hanta like an ancient relic, all the love and attention he needs. Once Hanta was stretched enough, it only felt like a few seconds to them, but they took five minutes slowly preparing each other, physically (Hanta) or mentally.. (Hanta and Katsuki). The only thing left on the blond was his boxers, while his lover was naked. He pulled his fingers out and watched Hantas eyebrows furrow. He was still crying. Sniffling. It was cute, under the cicumstances.

Katsuki shimmied out of his underwear and hissed as the (now) cold air swept across his penis, holding it in place. Hanta peeked pver and squealed, hiding his face in his arms. Katsuki leaned over and moved the arms away, exposing the embarassed face and tear marks. Hanta whimpered and nodded and Katsuki asked "are you ready?"

Hanta took a huge inhale to relax himself as Kat pushed into him, a long, high pitched whine followed, not because it was /that/ good, but because it felt good to feel loved. He always felt like this was all about love, and the whine was something apong the line of " you love me enough to do this. "

He trusted Katsuki, and the two threaded their fingers together and held eachothers hands, Hanta started full-on sobbing again and Katsuki said nothing of it, just kissing away tears he could reach. "I love you," Kat said, voice deep with arousal. Hanta gasped in air that he desprately needed, and replied with a shakey "I love you too."

After Hanta adjusted, Katsuki started a slow, easing pace that made Hanta squirm. They kept going.

They had tested for any desiease any of the two might have, and Hanta found out hes sensitive to condoms (don't ask) so they went in raw. And, Hanta can't get pregnant. So, they hadn't thought about it. Hanta whimpered and whined until Katsuki gradually sped up, and the pace he went was still slow and love-filled. Katsuki was pouring his love into Hanta and the noirette couldnt help but keep crying. "You're so pretty, baby. You always make me smile, you know?"

"B-but doesn't everyone think I'm weird?"

"No, baby. You're perfect. They all care about you."

They both talked about problems while they made love, comforting each other and holding each other close. Telling eachother they love them. It was sweet, and even if theyre still in high school they still loved each other very much.