in this moment you think katsuki sees how much you ache for him.
needy, yes, blatantly so.
because as he curls his nimble fingers across the dip your waist, you refuse to stay put. lively, your flesh can't help but jump about, thumping against the palm of his hand. he stalls and tersely mumbles, breathe whistling against jutted front teeth.
your eyes widen and dart upward as you chortle abruptly, wiggling your toes against his foggy grey comforter, "stop what?"
"teasing." katsuki inches forward, bending his torso. you catch the furrow of his brow following after the slight jut of his lip, spit casts shine on his bottom.
"am i?" you shift, rolling on your side, snorting as his hand slowly skates away from your balmy skin, it thumps halfheartedly.
"and what is it that you're doing?" you question, clanking your back molars in an attempt to stifle another chuckle.
katsuki huffs, middle and index fingers twitching, "aint doing shit."
"let me touch you woman." he attempts to reach for your waist once more, ivory teeth delicately sinking their way into plush pink. beige locs shroud his gaze, shielding you from the glimmer in his eyes while you lay incredibly bare. you scoot, tongue clicking against the hood of your mouth, adverse to the disadvantage.
"aht aht, don't be impatient."
"hah? all i am is patient with you." he curls his fingers, nails sinking, leaving crescents in their wake. "jus' let me touch you, had a long damn week." he lifts as heavy arm and palms the crook of his neck. his biceps pulse and shiver, veins protruding in strain, slightly sage against his skin. usually katsuki is a dark pale, but summer's heat has cooked him golden wheat. a delicious sight to see.
"mhm, need a hug from mommy?" you just, kicking out a manicured toe to inch along his forearm.
katsuki glances at the touch as he scowls, miffed at your choice in words, "you and this mommy shit." his eyes stay focused on the flex of your big toe, nose flaring in anticipation. gluttony consumes him as well, only he's so obvious in his obsession.
"you know you like it." you rebuttal.
"i like you." your toe stalls as you blink harshly, "now cut all this bratty shit out and let me touch you."