Title: My Beautiful Kitten
Genre: Smut, comfort, angst.
Based off the rp prettyboycavalcanti and ask-the-trickster-assassin are doing.
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Andrea had noticed it for the first time a couple of weeks ago, when Karma was showering. He had done as he usually did, slipped in with Karma , kissed him gently, ran his hands over the soft, perfect planes of his body. But Karma had acted as he hadn't before, crossing his arms awkwardly as if to shield himself and turning his back to Andrea to press against him, so Andrea couldn't see his body. Andrea hadn’t given it much thought, had passed it off as Karma being too cold and turned up the hot water, snuggling closer into Karma, who didn’t seem relaxed enough at all.
But in this time, Andrea could see what was happening. When Karma walked to the couch and spent a few moments awkwardly rearranging his adorable sweater, hiding himself as best he could, Andrea suddenly understood. He did his best to focus on the rest of the dinner with their friends, did his best to concentrate on whatever their over exicted friends said, but his gaze kept drifting back to the back of Karma's head, his eyes boring into his soft feathered hair as if trying to telepathically explain to him how wonderful he was.
Andrea and Karma were both quiet during the drive back to their hotel, the young Raphael was in the car with them along with their other friends. Andrea thought it best not to mention anything in front of him, and spent his time with a furrowed brow, desperately trying to catch Karma's eye, the smaller boy too concerned with shifting his weight from side to side unhappily until they finally reached the hotel driveway.
As soon as they were inside, Karma pushed past Andrea quickly, arms still crossed, and mumbled “Gonna go take a nap, tired…” but Andrea, his legs much longer than Karma's, and much faster, hurried after him, gently taking his arm and pulling him into his chest. “Kitten? Will you talk to me? Please?” Karma was silent for a moment, and Andrea's brow furrowed as he realized Karma had started to sniffle, burying his face deeper in Andrea's chest.
“N-nothing to talk about Tiger, I’m fine,” Karma choked out, through obviously not fine tears. Andrea wrapped his arms around Karma protectively, kissing his forehead and rocking him gently back and forth, rubbing up and down his back soothingly. They stayed like that; Karma hugged tightly into Andrea chest, the front of the blonds shirt slowly becoming soaked with his tears, rocking back and forth, until Andrea could no longer bear the sound of nothing being done to prevent Karma's anguish.
Slowly, gently, he pulled away, pressing a kiss to Karma’s nose and wiping underneath his red-rimmed eyes, taking Karma's hand and leading him to the couch. They sat beside each other, Karma crumpled, sniffling and Andrea worried out of his mind, trying as hard as he could to mask his anxiety, rubbing Karma's shoulder reassuringly.
“Kitten, please, tell me how to help you, I need to help,” Andrea implored, lifting Karma's chin so they were eye to eye.
Karma shook his head, sniffling before he whispered, “Can’t help, Tiger, it’s okay. You can’t make me less ugly or more important or-“
“Ugly? More important…Karma, what are you talking about?” Andrea frowned, his mind racing. Ugly? Did Karma just call himself ugly?
Karma nodded, “I don’t fit in, Andrea, you know I don’t. The rest of you... - I don’t know. Saitama's calmed down, and is annoying handsome.. . And Daichi, Daichi's got all the cool tattoos and the clothes and the hair.. And YOU! Andrea Cavalcanti, you catch the eye of everyone you pass and the muscles.. The face.. You're perfect and you’re stuck with me, and I’m just Karma. The rest of you are taller, and more mature.. You’ve all got these muscles, and my tummy’s too big and I look girly and I have stupid clothes and a stupid voice and-“
He was cut off by Andrea's mouth, Andrea, who had heard too much and was beginning to cry himself. He kissed Karma hard before gently easing off. He looked Karma directly in the eyes before speaking, softly but firmly.
“Karma, you are my Kitten. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and will ever see in my entire life, and I can’t hear you say those things about yourself, because I can’t stand the fact that you look in the mirror and you don’t see what so many people see. Every time you walk in a room my heart skips a beat, every time I touch you, I’m holding my entire world in my hands. Every time you let me kiss you I feel like it might be that last because you’ll realize that I could never deserve anyone nearly as perfect as you.”
Karma was shaking his head now, “No, no, no….you can’t mean it, you don’t mean it, it’s not true, I’m not like the rest of you, I don’t-” He was cut off yet again by Andrea's mouth, this time insistent and passionate as he whispered against Karma’s “That’s what makes you so goddamn perfect, you stupid Kitten.”
Andrea pressed Karma down on the couch, licking persuasively into his mouth, cradling Karma’s face in his hands as if it were the most precious thing in existence. Then, in a split second he changed his mind, pulling away from Karma, pulling Karma up with him, kissing him soundly again and leading him into their room. He kissed the redhead again, one, two, three times, before quickly pulling his sweater off over his head, taking the fragile pale hands in his when he tried instinctively to cover up his stomach. “Gonna make you feel special.…”
He stripped Karma of his trousers and underwear, his socks and shoes, before laying him out on their fluffy soft bed, quickly undressing himself, and climbing so he was straddling the imp's waist. He intertwined their fingers again and leaned down, capturing Karma's lips in his, kissing him slowly and deeply, kissing down his jaw, down his neck. “I love you, Kitten.. I never want to here those type of things again.”
Karma was making little noises in the back of his throat, his despair slowly melting into arousal as Andrea sucked on his nipple, breathing hotly onto his chest, mumbling endearments into his skin. Karma's breath hitched nervously as Andrea's mouth travelled down to his stomach, but Andrea nuzzled into the soft skin there, pressing kisses and sucking just above his belly button. “So fucking cute, Kitten~…” He travelled slightly lower, his chin nudging against the others cock, now swollen and hard, pressing upward to his stomach. Andrea smiled and moved his head down, kissing the tip, licking into the slit, before taking the head into his mouth and suckling gently. Karma whined and bucked his hips up in small circles, throwing his head from side to side helplessly. Andrea pressed one last kiss to the head of his throbbing dick before moving lower, lapping at his balls, playing with them between his fingers, licking down, down, down, spreading Karma's legs further apart, and suddenly Karma was gasping and writhing on the bed as Andrea licked wetly into his hole, sucking gently, moaning at the taste. He placed kisses around the edge of Karma's entrance, licking hard, stabbing his tongue, listening to the sweet, needy moans above him, reaching up a hand to stroke softly at Karma's throbbing cock. He pulled back, taking pale lips in his, kissing him over and over until Karma groaned, arching his back and trying desperately to rub his erection against Andrea's.
“What do you want, Kitten, anything you want, what is it?” The blond whispered, kissing the others eyelids, his nose, cheek, forehead, mouth.
“Want…want you, please, inside, please, need you to…” Andrea kissed him again, nodding.
“Yeah, okay, okay sweetheart, of course, just hang on, gonna get you ready.”
He shuffled over to their nightstand, grabbing the lube off the hardwood surface. Karma watched as he moved, watching how hard he was, how much he obviously needed relief, how he was putting Karma ahead of himself without a second thought. Karma whined at the sight and Andrea quickly shuffled back over to him, straddling his waist again and kissing him, before straightening up and reaching down to brush the hair out of his eyes. “Cute Kitten~.” Karma blushed and then gasped again as Andrea's cock slid against his. Andrea took pity on him and settled himself between Karma’s legs, pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers before carefully replacing the cap and throwing the bottle on the bed beside him. He spread Karma's legs so they were far apart, his entrance exposed to him. Karma blushed as Andrea stared at him, unabashedly admiring. Andrea slowly placed a finger to Karma's hole, rubbing gently before pushing into him, thrusting in and out over and over, curling the tip of his finger to hit a perfect spot inside of Karma as best he could. One finger became two, and two three, until Karma was whimpering and bucking his hips back onto Andrea's long fingers. Andrea withdrew and Karma moaned at the loss, his eyebrows adorably furrowed together. Andrea leaned forward and kissed the crinkle in his forehead before returning between his legs, the tip of his cock pressing into the other, then a bit more and a bit more until Karma's ass was cradled against his hips and Karma's was breathing in rapid quick breaths that make his head spin and his knees go weak.
Andrea starts to move then, and it’s almost too much, god almost, but it’s so perfect too and Karma thrusts up to meet him and they’re moving together as one, and Andrea's murmuring love into Karma's ears and he’s so close already. He whimpers and keens high in his throat, and Andrea just keeps kissing him and kissing him and thrusting into him and stroking him perfectly and Karma can’t take it any more and comes hard onto his chest with a broken sob that gets lost somewhere in Andrea's mouth. The blond comes seconds after, deep inside Karma, breathing hard and pressing his forehead against Karma's, and he stays there for a minute, and it’s just the two of them, breathing against each other, and the younger man feels like everything might be okay.
Andrea carefully pulled himself off Karma and immediately took the smaller boy into his arms, kissing his fiery hair, “I love you, Kitten.” Karma nuzzled his face into Andrea's bare chest and sighed.
“You really meant all those things, didn’t you.”
Andrea nodded. “I’ll always mean them.”
