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The first snowfall had never been such a welcome sight to Katsuki. In the early morning, the fresh layer glimmered far off into the distance. He’d loved this view of the valley from their cabin from the moment he’d first laid eyes on it. However, those rolling hills and fields were not his destination today, and instead he turned to the forest, knowing that his time was limited before he’d no longer be able to hunt and bring back prey with ease.

Katsuki disliked the cold, bundling himself heavily before venturing out and climbing astride Tiienutii, who laid patiently as he made himself comfortable, standing smoothly when he beckoned her. The massive wolf had been uncharactatistically distressed when Izuku left to bring the flock to further pastures and give the hills closer to home a break. Katsuki had quickly grown weary of her hovering; it seemed that every time he turned around the beast was right up his ass. Ordering her to her bed only resulted in keen eyes watching his every move. Yes, she was only laying there, but he got that sense that she was prepared to spring into action at any moment.

Looking back, she probably knew he was pregnant before Izuku left in August. But there was no helping it. By the time he’d realized himself, Izuku was already far into the mountains on the other side of the valley, and would remain there until October or deep snow, whatever came first. Going to him with the news would be a waste of time, and he had his own preparations to make at the homestead, farming alone during the harvest season and hunting so they could feed themselves and the flock when foraging would no longer be enough.

It wasn’t long before Tiienutii had a scent, and even less time for deer tracks to appear. Sign reading was almost comically easy for a hunter of Katsuki’s caliber in this climate, if nothing else. He dismounted, pulling on a pair of goggles with thin slits that would prevent snow blindness in the bright light of day. Izuku had carved it for him from caribou antler, and it was a deep black color that had taken ages to treat. The man had apparently spent each night the entire summer he was away applying fresh soot, until he came home again to present Katsuki’s gift. They hadn’t been engaged then, but that followed soon after.

Fresh snow on the ground did have its advantages, of course. It meant more activity from deer once easy to reach food sources disappeared. The sudden frigid cold would put the biggest bucks on their feet during daylight. Katsuki was well-versed in the behavior patterns of the animals he hunted, and he paid close attention to the weather and their preferred sanctuaries to best strategize his approach with every hunt. He was slow and careful as he went, nearly silent despite the snow and always ensuring that he remained downwind of his prey. There wasn’t a better still-hunter in their entire village.

Of course, it was a fairly small village. Toshinori Yagi and Izuku had the monopoly on goats and sheep in Mustafu, and everyone else relied on various types of farms, or more specialized services. The Bakugous had a small farm for crops as well, but the majority of their income was from tailoring.

While it was easier for roles to be shared with other families—with his parents taking on the final step in making clothing—Katsuki had been educated in the entire process from start to finish. He could spin, weave, dye, finish, and tailor. And he could shear the damn wool himself, goat or sheep. Even more valuable were the pelts and furs that his parents taught him to trap and hunt. The meat they sold to the butcher from the carcass was mere pennies compared to what a set of fur clothing could fetch them.

The key to hunting deer was to spot his prey before they sensed him, and before long the trail led him to a herd. About a dozen or so deer had gathered among the spruce trees. He signaled Tiienutii to lay silent, pulling two arrows. He needed enough time to butcher the deer and return home before dark. He would track one after it was shot, and the wolf would track and wait for him by the other, guarding it from predators.

He picked two perfect broadside shots at eye-level, envisioning how the second buck would move after the first one was struck and keeping his second arrow held tightly between his fingers so he could quickly prepare the follow-up. Katsuki could be patient in the interest of perfection, only moving when his quarry had looked away, drawing silently when he was certain he wouldn't alert a single member.

Deep even breaths—hold—and then he loosed, aiming for the heart hidden just behind the front shoulder, visualizing his arrow going clean through the opposite shoulder's back edge. A solid thump let him know his shot was good even as his attention immediately diverted. Before the first had started its death run, his next arrow was nocked, feet still planted firmly as he swiveled slightly toward his next target. It struck true, and while the first deer took off beyond his sight, the second ran maybe 30 meters before halting—as if confused—and then simply stood for fifteen seconds before dropping.

By then the entire herd had scattered, some even running past him and Tiienutii in the confusion. He could see the wolf’s temptation to catch another in her jaws, and patted her head for behaving.

“You’ll get plenty of hunting time alone once I’m too big to ride you.” For now he still could, so long as he kept the canine at a slower pace, but once his balance changed it would no longer be worth the risk of falling.

Since he’d need to wait before sending her after the other deer, in case it spooked and ran further, he let the wolf remain in the patch of snow she’d burrowed into while he went to clean the first deer. Normally he would haul a kill to where she was waiting with another, but admittedly it would be easier this way. After about thirty minutes had passed as he butchered, he deposited the quartered deer into the sacks that Tiienutii was outfitted with, leaving the gut pile behind and following the fresh trail of blood to his other quarry.

It was still warm when he found it, and hadn’t made it too much further than the first before dropping. Carving into it with practiced hands, he loaded the deer into the sacks on the other side of the large wolf to keep her balanced. Her dark form stuck out in the snow, a shadow beside him, his own hair glittering in the sun. It was a swifter return to the cabin, now that he had no care for whether or not he was heard or smelled by the animals of the forest.

He got to work on the meat once home, preserving, preparing some for smoking, and setting aside some meat in the hope that Izuku would make the journey home soon enough to enjoy it. The ice house still had some remaining from last year, and in the current freeze it would be easy work to keep the venison fresh. He wrapped up the last of his salt-curing prep just as the sun met the treeline. Perfect timing. He’d even be able to chop some more wood for the smoke house before it got too dark. It was unlikely that Izuku would let him keep swinging an axe once he got much further along.

They had six cords ready to go, but this was his favorite time to get new wood for the following year. Trees had less sap, and the cold made it easier to split. There wasn't much else to do until the flock was back. Life just moved at a slower pace in the winter.

Tiienutii’s sudden howl was an alert for him that something was approaching. Katsuki gripped the axe handle and steadily made his way in the direction her warning had come from. Running and falling on the blade would do him no good.

Rather than a threat, he was greeted by a welcome sight. The wagon moved steadily across the snowy fields, pulled by an enormous ram while a shepherd walked alongside it, crook in hand. Behind them trailed a familiar flock of just over three hundred sheep. Izuku was an excellent shepherd, after all. He was tough, and cared deeply for every animal. Their sheep trusted him and saw him as a natural leader—thanks to his protection, guidance and selflessness. He always ensured the flock's safety and well-being, even above his own. Sometimes that inclination of his worried Katsuki, but here he was, safety returned to him. Soon he’d have one more reason to make it home.

Tiienutii whined and paced next to him. Chuckling at her antics, he gave her permission to run with a simple, “Sic ‘em.”

The wagon stopped moving, Izuku no doubt releasing Muchi from the driving harness to reunite with Tiienutii now that they’d been spotted, her howl carrying down into the valley.

Katsuki followed as the two animals charged one another in a game of chicken. One that Tiienutii would certainly lose if they actually crashed headfirst into one another. Muchi chickened out and hit the brakes—unwilling to brain his friend on his horns—just as Tiienutii vaulted over him with a powerful leap, barreling straight for Izuku.

“Wait, slow down, girl. Tiienutii, no—heel! Heel!” Unfortunately, Katsuki’s command took priority: she hadn’t yet finished her attack. Massive paws slammed him into the snow, and she took his head into her maw, gnawing happily on his hat.

Izuku laughed and giggled, pushing her muzzle back, a slobbery wet tongue stroking over his face. Muchi continued his path to Kacchan, bleating for attention and then freezing, his nostrils flaring. Finally fending the massive wolf off, Izuku ran to Katsuki through the snow, removing his now saliva-covered cap. He slowed as he noticed Muchi’s strange behavior, the ram approaching Katsuki as if he was afraid to spook him, before dropping onto his belly right before him. Katsuki stepped forward, petting the 300kg animal. He’d probably lost a little weight now that it was breeding season, not that he had many real challengers for ewes.

Gingerly, the ram sniffed at his stomach, ears relaxed, then only very slightly rubbed its big head against it. Normally, the beast was inclined to snuggle hard enough to knock him off his feet. Katsuki supposed Tiienutii wasn’t the only one with a keen sense of smell.

“He’s being so weird,” Izuku said, “But I’m sure he’s still excited to see you, Kacchan.” Actually, it was rare to see the ram looking so relaxed. Izuku wiped Tiienutii’s slobber from his face as he approached.

“You’re supposed to tell her to stay. Not heel. And I think I have an idea why he’s acting like this,” Katsuki said, stepping away from the sheep as it rose back onto its hooves. He could hardly wait to tell him the good news. “Guess you’re the last one here to know.”

“Yeah?” Izuku asked, only half listening as he finally closed the distance, too intent on making it to his long-absent love. There was no hesitation as he drew near, hugging Katsuki tightly to him. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” Katsuki whispered, letting Izuku draw him into a kiss. Despite the daylight ending, he felt as though he’d stepped right into the path of a warm sunbeam, basking in the heat of his husband’s embrace. The fear that had settled in the pit of his stomach—which he’d grown so accustomed to while they were parted—released its hold on him, claws coming unstuck as Izuku ran a hand through his hair and then tweaked his earlobe playfully.

They parted, and Katsuki realized he’d instinctually placed a hand over the barely perceptible bump beneath his sash. While his worries about Izuku’s safety might be over, he found a new one had replaced it.

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, carefully examining his face and cupping his cheek in a large palm.

Now that the moment had finally come, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Just minutes ago he’d been so excited to tell him about the baby, concerned that he’d barely be able to hold back long enough to say, ‘Welcome home.’ Which—damn it, he hadn’t yet.

“Welcome home,” he said, his voice warbling terribly. Of all times for the waterworks to begin, now was not a good one. Izuku was supposed to be the one sobbing and fawning over the new curve of his stomach. But the words caught in his throat. What if Izuku wasn’t ready? His own father had continued shepherding most of the year after Izuku was born, hardly ever seeing Izuku before dying in the hills in a flash flood when they were ten years old. Obviously they were trying for a baby, what with the activities they got up to, but they’d only just married this summer.

That was the point of a June marriage, of course. It meant a spring birth; plenty of time for his body to recover before the harvest, and to enjoy his new baby while food was abundant and the weather was warm. But Izuku was a shepherd. He was going to need Katsuki’s help in lambing season, and by then he’d be heavily pregnant. Farming customs had always been in opposition to shepherds’ lifestyles. Izuku wasn’t the type to resent him for it, but he hadn’t even considered another time when Izuku had proposed, even when it meant he had to pay to pasture his flock for the ceremony. Everyone in the village, his parents, they all shared the same schedule for events and celebrations. Only old man Yagi and Izuku missed out on the harvest festivals every year.

He couldn’t help but feel that he was letting Izuku down in some way. Izuku loved shepherding, but it was traditionally a job for bachelors. He’d soon be faced with the same choice his father once made. The last thing Katsuki wanted was for Izuku to give up what made him happy, but the life they had made together was going to force the issue, and soon.

“You’re crying,” Izuku remarked, tears filling his eyes as well. He seemed to be catching on to the fact that something was wrong.

“It’s okay,” Katsuki quickly assured him, rubbing the tears from his eyes with his fist. “I’m just… fucking happy to see you. You’re even earlier than I hoped, we only had our first real snowstorm yesterday.”

“It started earlier in the mountains, and it was about time to leave, anyway. Why don’t you head inside and make us something warm to drink,” Izuku said. “Your cheeks are so red.”

Katsuki nodded, leaning down just a little to give him a kiss.

“I’m just going to finish moving the wagon to the shed and getting the flock settled. I’ll put it away for the winter tomorrow.” Izuku stepped away, jerking a thumb back at the inert vehicle. Katsuki hurried back to the cabin and busied himself on the stove making tea, watching through the window as Muchi finished hauling the wagon to its resting place. He poured boiling water into the teapot with practice ease, the process a calming ritual for him. Maybe that was why Izuku had suggested it.

Izuku adored him, that was something he could never doubt. Was he thinking badly of his husband when he worried the news of the baby would disappoint him in some way? Outside, Izuku was leading the sheep into the shelters they’d use this winter, separating them into his chosen breeding groups, as it was still tupping time. Muchi observed carefully, occasionally headbutting another ram as they were allowed in with the ewes, as if to say that he was permitting their entry.

He wanted to start this whole reunion over, to be filled with nothing but excitement for the moment he told Izuku, as he had been just earlier today. Katsuki looked through the window again for his husband, this time catching his gaze in the fading light of day. Izuku smiled brilliantly at him, waving, and then blew him a kiss.

Katsuki’s feet carried him out of the door before his mind had caught up, bounding through the snow to bring his husband home. Izuku turned from his task of counting sheep as he heard Katsuki stomping toward him, expression going from one of concentration to one of fear as Katsuki barrelled at him with no intention of stopping.

He was through overthinking this.

“Kacchan? Kacchan, wait, I’m coming in soon! Kacchan, no—!”

He leapt, Izuku shifting his stance just in time to take the impact without being knocked over; Katsuki didn’t weigh nearly as much as Tiienutii. His arms went around Izuku’s shoulders, legs clamping around his hips and squeezing to keep him in place, locking his ankles. Izuku’s hands came up to support him, resting on his thighs just under his backside. The crook had been tossed into the snow, a thin line left on the surface where it had disappeared. Muchi stepped forward, his massive body blocking the gated entrance in the fencing and preventing more of the flock from sneaking in while Izuku was occupied.

Katsuki leaned down to kiss his husband as he stabilized them, letting himself get swept away in the feeling of how much he loved this man, how good it was to be held by him and loved in turn. Izuku met him just as desperately, chasing his lips and shifting one arm under Katsuki to support him, the other hand moving up to the back of the blond’s neck to press him closer, kiss him deeper. He knew that in these moments, Izuku’s attention was entirely on him, the waiting members of the flock forgotten. Slowly, he loosened his leglock, letting his feet dangle. Izuku continued to support him in the air with one arm, until he reached down and pushed at his hand. Looking dazed, Izuku broke the kiss and carefully let his feet touch the ground once more. Katsuki smiled, so full of joy and more than ready to share the reason for it.

“Izuku. You’re going to be a father.”

Immediately, tears pooled in green eyes. He looked Katsuki over, as if he could somehow see it now when he hadn’t before.

“Really?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Really,” Katsuki assured him, his vision clouding as wetness welled up. He took Izuku’s hand, guiding it to the barely-there swell that had formed, though it was probably just bloating from the pregnancy, not the baby. Even so, a baby was certainly in there. Izuku sank to his knees in the snow, until he was eye-level with where Katsuki had guided his palm to rest.

“Our baby’s right here?” he asked, lips parted in wonder as he looked up to see Katsuki’s answer.

“Mhmm. I think I’m probably about 12 weeks,” he reached down, pinching Izuku’s chin and tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “My guess is that it was your birthday.”

Izuku flushed bright red. They had done quite a few things on his birthday that could have resulted in the miracle of life. In fact, the words ‘please get pregnant’ had been uttered countless times on that date.

“Then—I guess it’s okay to tell you what my wish was, now.” Izuku smiled sheepishly, and Katsuki threw his head back with laughter, clinging to Izuku as he stood and pulled him into an embrace. He cried out in startled surprise as Izuku swept him off his feet, whistling for Muchi to let the flock through.

“Wait, I should let you finish—” Katsuki said, pulling himself up by putting his arms around Izuku’s neck.

“I can count them tomorrow,” he insisted, leaning down to give Katsuki a sweet kiss. “You deserve a break from taking care of our baby all on your own.”

“I’m not really doing anything,” Katsuki grumbled, feeling his cheeks grow hotter.

“Not doing anything?” Izuku stopped dead in his tracks. “Kacchan, you’re carrying our baby.”

In truth, it had not been entirely easy. His breasts were now constantly, horribly sore, and he’d felt nauseated most nights, sometimes resulting in vomiting. There was one day when every food he tried to eat had made him sick, and he’d desperately wanted Izuku to comfort him and find something he could handle, so that he didn’t need to keep smelling them and then putting them away. More tears welled in his eyes, but he willed them away. Stupid hormones.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he said instead, pressing his face into Izuku’s chest.

“You’re been working too hard,” Izuku chided. “I’d rather have paid for more feed than have you doing so much while you’re pregnant.”

“I’m not useless yet,” Katsuki protested, “Not like there will be much for me to do around here now that winter has come.” He imagined he’d mostly make clothes for the baby, and blankets as well. That was hardly strenuous work.

“Good,” Izuku said. “You can leave it all to me!” He shouldered them through the cabin door that Katsuki had left open, settling him down gently on the fur-covered settee in front of the cast iron stove that heated their home.

“The tea is done,” he said, warming his hands, though Izuku was quickly bringing him a cup to heat them more directly. He sipped at the contents and hummed. His husband had fixed it just right.

“I’ll build a bigger cabin,” Izuku said, sitting next to him with his own mug. “Get help with the lambing season from my mom, maybe hire someone. You’ll be due around then, right?”

“Should be just about ready to pop. The flock will deliver before I do. I might even share a birthday with the brat,” Katsuki replied, drinking slowly and enjoying his view of Izuku’s profile as his husband’s mind raced with planning.

“That’s good, I’ll be less busy. Guess I’ll even be used to sleepless nights by the time our own little lamb is here,” he joked, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek. Katsuki groaned and pretended to shove him away.

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.”

Izuku rubbed the stubble on his chin, muttering about home improvements and how many new members of the flock he was expecting. Estimating how much it would be to buy provisions and animal feed instead of having Katsuki work alone again next harvest season. He seemed confident that he’d make a significant surplus of money from selling wool and a small amount of meat.

“Ah, but I’ll be here anyway to help with the harvest. Maybe I can keep on whoever I hire to help with lambing as the shepherd—”

“What?” Katsuki could not believe what he was hearing. Those sheep were his life, and he’d entrust their care to someone else?

“I need to be here with you and the baby. You can tell me what to do for the harvest, I know a bit from working with mom,” Izuku said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and kissing his temple.

“I just can’t believe you’d let someone else take them up the mountains.”

“Leaving my family alone isn’t an option,” Izuku said. “I wish I hadn’t needed to leave this season, but it was probably going to be the last time I was able to. Shepherding is for single men.”

Katsuki snuggled into him, averting his gaze to the stove. So Izuku had always known that this was going to be his last journey as a shepherd. Not only that, but he’d wanted it this way. He turned, taking note of Izuku’s long, dark lashes and the way his eyes gleamed as his gaze lingered on Katsuki adoringly.

“Go bathe while I make dinner,” Katsuki ordered.

“What? I can cook tonight—”

“You smell like sheep,” Katsuki interrupted, chuckling as Izuku tried to covertly smell himself in his peripheral vision. Sighing in defeat, Izuku began grabbing bathing supplies while Katsuki decided how he’d prepare the venison from earlier that day. He turned to find that Izuku had stripped down to his long johns, carrying a bar of soap and rooting around for a towel. Once it was in hand, he made his way to the cabin door and opened it.

“What are you doing?” Katsuki asked, incredulous. “It’s freezing out!” Quickly closing it, Izuku came back for a brief kiss, mollifying him.

“I’m going to make a run for the river and wash up, we still have about an hour of light left. Oh, can you make some water for me? I want to shave.” Katsuki supposed that this was how Izuku had kept clean up in the mountains, but he shivered in sympathy as he pushed open the door. Before long he returned, stark naked aside from his boots, his frozen hair quickly thawing in the warm cabin. He found a clean pair of long johns to put on, then gathered the hot water from Katsuki, his straight razor, and a mirror. Katsuki continued to cook as Izuku worked on getting his jaw smooth again, first putting the hot towel over his face.

“Maybe Yagi would do it. He misses the goats,” Izuku said, pulling the towel off and beginning to shave.

“Yagi is old,” Katsuki replied, nearly finished cooking in the Dutch oven. If the baby didn’t let him have this venison stroganoff, he was going to be very upset.

“What about Kota? He’s old enough to be up there alone,” Izuku said, cleaning off the table and putting his supplies away. In the kitchen he gathered plates and cutlery, leaning over Katsuki’s shoulder as he cooked and kissing his cheek. “Smells good.”

Katsuki turned and pecked him on the lips, “It’s done. And Kota is still too young.”

“I was already shepherding alone at his age,” Izuku said. Katsuki kept his thoughts on that to himself, grateful for an interruption as Tiienutii pawed at the door to be let in, the last light of the day fading. She curled up in front of the stove as Izuku closed the door again, watching her humans idly.

Of all the furniture they owned, or would ever own, their feather bed was by far the nicest. Inko had sold Izuku’s out from under him to buy this new one for them. Katsuki had slowly adorned it with more wool and quilts as the weather got colder. He smoothed out one of the older covers, stripping off his clothes and climbing atop it. Izuku was making a quick round outside to check that the flock was settled, and Tiienutii was back on guard duty with Muchi for the night.

He sprawled out on the bed, trying to assume an alluring pose. Frowning, he switched his positioning a few times before settling up against the pillows at the headboard, sitting with his calves sideways, hips twisted, and one arm behind him to show off the stretch of his torso. The cabin door opened and brought in a cold draft, making his nipples pebble. Izuku was pulling off his outerwear and hadn’t yet noticed him. Katsuki waited until he was down to his long johns again.

“Come to bed,” he called, reaching a hand out to beckon. Izuku looked up, and then froze. The blond smirked, knowing that just like always, Izuku would pounce and then absolutely ravish him.

A moment passed.

Izuku reached up, rubbing the back of his neck. Katsuki’s face fell, lowering his hand as it went ignored. His husband had never, ever acted like this at the sight of him naked. One flash of his tits and Izuku would fall to his knees, baying to touch. He self-consciously smoothed a hand over his stomach, the only feature that had changed. Was the bloating that bad? Izuku stepped closer, as he’d asked, but he kept his eyes downcast, like he was avoiding looking at Katsuki.

Katsuki hated how his emotions seemed so easily stirred lately, but his face went hot with shame and embarrassment. Here he was having this man’s baby, and it was making Katsuki repulsive to him.

“Is it because I’m fat?” he asked, meaning for it to sound more like an accusation, only for his tone to become twisted in agony. Izuku’s head snapped up.

“What?” He hurried to the bed, immediately reaching to wipe away the tears that Katsuki hadn’t realized were spilling over. “Kacchan, no. No! You’re so beautiful. You’re too beautiful. I don’t think you’re even showing at all, yet. I just—I mean I don't know if it—wouldn’t… Wouldn’t doing it hurt the baby?”

Katsuki smacked his shoulder harder than necessary.

“Idiot! Your dick isn’t going to make me miscarry. And it’s the size of a plum right now, so you’d better enjoy how beautiful I am before I look more like a whale.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Izuku said, kissing his drying cheeks. “I’m more worried I won’t be able to keep my hands off you when you’re all round with our baby.”

“You’re so full of shit,” he grumbled, letting Izuku nuzzle their noses together.

“Kacchan is going to be so cute,” Izuku said. “It’s a good thing I’ll be busy with lambing before you’re due, otherwise I wouldn’t have a single reason to keep my hands off you all winter.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” he demanded, in lieu of a real response. Izuku obeyed, shimmying out of his undergarments as he pressed Katsuki into the pillows, licking into his mouth. Katsuki teased his tongue against Izuku’s, baiting him deeper into his mouth as he chased the feeling. He could feel Izuku kicking free of the garment, his eyes shut as he enjoyed the sensation of Izuku’s warm skin against his. He’d thrown some more fuel in the stove while he’d been preparing, so the cabin was nice and cozy for a romp in the sheets.

Katsuki ran his hands over Izuku’s chest, goosepimples rising on his skin as Izuku shivered at the touch. He was all freckled skin and hard muscle, toned from a lifetime of hard work. Katsuki pulled him in tighter, spreading his legs, eager to get Izuku on him, in him, where he wanted it most. Izuku shifted, kissing along his jaw and hugging him tighter. His lips were a little chapped from being in the elements, and Katsuki wanted them everywhere. They travelled down his neck as Izuku’s hardness pressed into the space between his thighs, rubbing tantalizingly over his sex.

Eagerly, Katsuki titled his hips up into the pressure, grinding the smaller swell of his own cock against that length as he felt himself begin to drip with arousal. Izuku took his time sucking on his neck, Katsuki shuddering in his hold as the sensitive area was given attention. He ran his hands over Izuku’s back and leaned down to whisper a warning into his ear.

“Be gentle with my chest. It’s really sore.”

“Sore?” Izuku asked, releasing the careful bite he was applying to the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Yeah, every day for the past two months.” Izuku looked horrified at the thought, and Katsuki scoffed. He was lucky that Katsuki was in the mood for sex at all tonight, and not actively emptying the contents of his stomach. It had been a good day for his symptoms.

“I’ll massage them for you tomorrow night,” Izuku said, rubbing one hand over his ribs soothingly. Izuku kissed the smooth, pale skin of each breast, careful. Katsuki’s breath caught in his throat, watching that mop of dark hair continue to descend his body. Izuku wrapped an arm around the small of his back and pulled him a little further down the bed, until he was sitting up slightly against the pillows and headboard. More kisses were sucked into his stomach, and Izuku paused over the small swell below his navel. It was really only so visible because of how lean and athletic he was.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, leaving another gentle kiss. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. Your daddy is here.” Katsuki ran a hand through green hair, smiling as more tears tried to escape his waterline. It was the sweetest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re so sappy,” he remarked, running a thumb over Izuku’s scarred cheekbone, the curve of his ear.

“I’m the happiest man on the planet,” Izuku said, taking his hand and holding it in his, “And you’re just as bad.”

“How dare you,” he threatened, squeezing Izuku’s palm. “You’d better occupy that mouth with something else before I send you outside with Tiienutii.”

“Hm, I’d definitely rather have my mouth on you than be in the doghouse,” Izuku said, dragging his nose through Katsuki’s abundant blond pubic hair as he neared his destination. Katsuki pulled his legs up, holding one himself but still squeezing Izuku’s palm with his other hand. Izuku’s tongue struck at the motion, delving in to part delicate folds as Katuski offered more room with the change in position. Already he was dripping, and Izuku groaned at the taste, greedily slurping at the source and laving his tongue over Katsuki’s hole.

“Ah, yes. Fuck me with your tongue,” he said, dropping his hold on his leg in favor of grabbing a fistfull of Izuku’s hair, cramming his head against his pussy. “Shit, so hot and wet, wanna feel it inside me.”

Izuku obeyed, pushing his tongue in and out of Katsuki’s tight entrance, head bobbing with the motion as he tried to press in as far as he could. He was grateful that Izuku had just shaved, loving the smooth slide of Izuku’s lips and chin against his slick cunt. With his free hand, Izuku dragged his thumb through the wetness that was gathering, pressing it up against his clit and gently rubbing in circles. Katsuki’s hips jumped at the pressure, and he pulled Izuku out of his bush with a gasp.

“Suck it,” he said, dropping his hand to cup the back of Izuku’s neck, guiding him further up, “Suck my cock.” Izuku drooled over it, licking and circling with his tongue to get it nice and wet before he wrapped his lips around it. He kept a steady suction as he pressed his lips around the small length, expertly pulsing, rocking up and down to the base. Katsuki groaned, the sight of those green eyes staring up at him for approval making him leak. It was so erotic, watching his burly husband’s head bob between his legs, focused only on giving him pleasure.

“Your tongue,” he said, pushing Izuku’s head down and taking over stroking his own dick. Izuku knew what he needed, burying the muscle in his pussy once more and giving him just enough of the feeling of having his hole stuffed to have him clenching on it and coming. Feverishly, Izuku lapped at his pussy, catching every drop as his hips jerked, his insides spasming around nothing. He clutched desperately at Izuku’s hand to ground himself, holding on for dear life as his vision blurred and his sex continued to quiver with his release. He drew his fingers away from his clit, wiping them on his leg.

“Kacchan, you taste so good,” Izuku groaned, his cock soft and spent between his legs and his other hand drenched in his release. Ah, so that’s where he’d had it. Izuku’s refractory period was hardly notable, in that it didn’t really seem to exist. He was certain that might have been something a doctor would find interesting, but for him it just meant a good time. As he came down from his orgasm, Izuku laying beside him and still holding his hand, he felt the other man steadily grow stiff against him once more.

“Pervert,” he accused, though there was no malice behind it.

“I just do what Kacchan wants,” Izuku replied, shrugging. Well, he had him there.

“Kacchan wants your cock,” he said, reaching for it and stroking the impressive size. There was a time that it took endless patience to get him wet and open enough to take its girth. It had only been easy and comfortable in the couple months after their wedding, when he’d had plenty of time to adjust. He wondered if he’d be tight again, or if experience would give him the confidence to take that intimidating member without being overwhelmed.

Izuku heeded his command, letting Katsuki stroke him as he got back onto his knees between his legs. Slowly, he guided Izuku closer to his core, until the tip was kissing his entrance. Izuku bore down, the head pushing past resistance as it popped inside. They moaned in unison, and gently, Izuku sank deeper, letting gravity pull him down. Within a minute he was at the base, somehow entirely sheathed inside of Katsuki’s little pink pussy.

“Fuck, so deep,” Katsuki whimpered, feeling how Izuku was nestled all the way inside, as far as he could possibly go.

“You’re amazing. Always so wet and tight,” Izuku said, beginning to work his hips in slow, short thrusts as Katsuki adjusted to the intrusion. Katsuki brought a hand up to Izuku’s lips, sliding the fingers that still had faint traces of his essence over Izuku’s tongue as he opened his mouth eagerly to take them in. He slobbered and drooled over the digits, following Katsuki’s unspoken instructions to get them wet.

Once it was sufficient, he returned to lazily stroking himself, trying to relax and ease the slide of Izuku as he bullied his pussy back into the shape of his cock. Over time, Izuku picked up the pace, pushing harder as the resistance was less, moving faster as the friction eased and Katsuki was dripping wet around him. Katsuki clenched on that insistent hardness as Izuku fucked him just right. The pleasure from having his husband fully pressed inside him was feeding the flames of his pleasure differently than the first climax. It built in his core, molten and spreading like dripping sap to all his limbs, making him loose as the tension melted out of him.

Izuku noticed the change, drawing back until just the tip was nestled inside Katsuki’s wanting cunt, and then slamming in deep as he could go. Katsuki yelped, fingers flying over his cock in time with the lewd gushes of Izuku continuing the same motion over and over at a rapid pace, claiming every inch of his insides aggressively, as if making up for lost time.

“Ha-ah,” Katsuki stuttered, trying to get closer to the edge, but distracted by the feeling that Izuku might actually be bruising him as he met the limits of his womb. “You’re so deep, shit.”

Izuku didn’t falter, single minded as he carved out the place where his cock belonged, pounding his husband into the bed and listening to the slick, filthy sounds of where the pieces of them met and came together perfectly.

“I’m—ah—I’m already pregnant,” Katsuki gasped, trying to ease them into a slightly shallower drag but unable to slow Izuku’s powerful thrusts. “E-ease up, Izuku.”

Green eyes analyzed his body language, and then strong, scarred hands were lifting his hips until Izuku was pounding against that place just inside him with every stroke. His rutting was still ceaseless, but his intent had now changed from the goal of claiming every available inch inside of him, to forcing out increasingly loud cries from the blond.

“Like this?” Izuku grunted. Katsuki could only nod, out of breath and relieved as Izuku slowed his pace. Now he had more opportunity to meet Izuku’s passionate rhythm, rolling his hips and clenching around his husband in encouragement.

“Gonna come in me?” Katsuki asked. “You wanna fill my pussy up? Empty it all deep inside and then watch it drip out because it’s too much. Is that what you want, you little freak?”

“Yes,” Izuku agreed, nodding rapidly. “I wanna come inside, please. Please, Kacchan.”

“You have to make me come again,” Katsuki said, taking his fingers away from where he’d been touching himself. Immediately, Izuku replaced them, quickly getting his own fingers wet before stroking Katsuki’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Ah, good boy. That’s perfect, hng.”

“Are you close?” Izuku asked, angling his thrusts up and pressing down harder on his clit.

“Yeah,” he answered, strained. “Don’t stop.” Grim determination was all he could make of Izuku’s expression, and then his efforts quickly sent him right to the edge once again. Katsuki held on to his hand, squeezing tight as the tsunami of pleasure crested just over him.

“Damn it, you bastard, I’m coming, I’m—” a high keen interrupted him as his limbs seized, clamping down hard on the cock still trying to bury inside him over and over, despite his walls creating a vise-grip. “Ngh—I want—do it. Dump your nasty come in my pussy.”

Izuku needed no further encouragement, stomach tensing as he shuddered and sank in deep, bucking involuntarily as ropes of his spend filled the still-convulsing insides of his lover. He continued to rub in uncoordinated presses on Katsuki’s cock, until he ceased shivering in ecstasy and started squirming from overstimulation. Izuku jerked a final time as his balls emptied, satisfied that he’d pumped Katsuki full of everything he’d been saving with the goal of breeding him upon his return. He continued panting on top of him for several moments, then slowly and carefully pulled out of the forceful clench his pussy, releasing with a slick sound. With the girth out of the way, a deluge of come dribbled right behind, pouring from his gaping and utterly abused little hole.

Izuku laid next to him in slow motion, still getting his bearings after coming so hard. He pressed a kiss to the back of Katsuki’s hand before letting it go, helping him to stretch his legs back out. They were still trembling.

“I love you so much,” Izuku said, peppering his face in light pecks.

“Mhm. Love you too,” Katsuki mumbled, fucked out and wrecked. He clumsily captured Izuku’s lips in a kiss. “You gotta clean up your mess before we go to sleep.”

Izuku chuckled, wisely refraining from reminding Katsuki that he’d told him to make it. Katsuki sighed as Izuku slid back between his thighs, carefully wiping him with his tongue. He relaxed, Izuku moving slowly and predictably in an effort not to agitate the oversensitive area. If this was any indication of what he could look forward to during the cold season from now on, perhaps it wouldn’t bother him anyway.