[He may never get to the point of knowing all the nuances but thanks to Bakugo and a few others he's learning and learned. However, the aforementioned is the best state of ruination and one he's keen to repeat any time. As for if he could do what Bakugo could do, luckily he's heard that turn of phrase before in his adult life.]
Yes. I could be stringent if I wanted to. I just don't see the need sometimes.
[Which is, yep, that doubt coming to fruition. Shoto definitely does want to meet, see and talk to people but he also doesn't want to do that when he could be home with Bakugo. Or even doing things like this, just menial tasks that Bakugo himself doesn't have to do if he does them for him while he's busy. It's not taking it from his lover it's just taking it in the stead of him for efficiency sake.
They really are a good team and while they match well with a few other heroes, or even larger groups, them together is usually enough. Then again, them together is why he's handling things like this. It's not his fault. It's his fault... he shouldn't have been implying things while he was out. Instead he lets the lady ring him through and pays sometime during their conversation.]
I hope so, I don't want to practice on my own even if you've given me the drive to do so.
[Being in public sucks. They might have to make a new rule not to talk until missions are over if this keeps up. ...or maybe talk more during missions who knows.]
[And rash despite his normally calm state. Those differences are something Bakugo finds attractive. From how someone as unassuming as Shoto can come a massive torrent of ice or flames. Thinking the other hero wasn't passionate simply because he's quiet and thoughtful was a big fucking mistake. He's seen just how intense Shoto can get.
He's not going to find Bakugo telling him to go out and meet other people when he could be home with him. Shoto's not exactly "more" social than the explosive blonde; he's simply more willing to accept invites to social things than Bakugo.
Living together had been a huge adjusted for them. They didn't have an entire dormitory and 18 other people between them to distract or cover up their differences. Those menial tasks had quickly turned into a "my way your way" clash, from where to put the recycle bin to who's in charge of the dishes. Did they want to have set chores on a schedule or do things as they arose in front of whoever was in the apartment at the time.
Yet despite all that, their teamwork and relationship saw it through. Not without some fights and bumps along the way. A few villains got to be on the tail end of the occasional argument, when Bakugo came at them full of pent-up frustration. HE wasn't going to be the idiot who thought he could push Shoto around. Didn't mean the blonde got to avoid the occasional apology to his boyfriend. Guilty and he knew it, so... at least he's mature enough to own up the times he fucked up.
Ah shit, don't go talking about practicing on your own!! He KNOWS Shoto means the event, from speech to presentation, but his BRAIN immediately goes to their planned intermissions... Fucking hell.]
Practice what...?
[Gonna possibly really screw himself with this question.]
[There are things that Shoto won't move or budge on, but there are things he knows he has to make concessions for as well. Their disagreements were always just that, disagreements that they worked out somehow. That icy/fiery personality isn't without it's faults but Bakugo navigates those waters just as well. Working well in school and in the field are two things that probably saved both of them and then again is probably some of the reason that they were able to get together in the first place. Shoto owes a lot to AU and that includes that, too.
But. It's true. Villains are definitely their outlet. Both of them and thankfully right in that moment neither had to worry about that. Bakugo might a little since he's still at work, but Shoto is free to be a man thinking about all the fun things he wants to do to Bakugo as he is carrying out bags from the store.
Shoto by no means meant the event. Well, yes, but not in the least this time. He's opening the trunk and putting the bags in by the time he's asked.]
I wasn't actually talking about practicing. I was in the grocery line, I meant I don't want to end up touching myself when you're a perfectly acceptable partner.
[Yep super sexy. Here's the sound of the trunk as he closes it and fiddles with the keys again to open the door.]
[Bakugo's more stubborn than Shoto more often, not bending when it comes to going on outings with their friends (though he's gone to more than he would've at the start of his first year in U.A.) or when it comes to doing PR business for the agency. But he's come to learn how to navigate Shoto's waters as well as the other boy's navigated his own. Surprise surprise what comes with sticking around someone long enough to learn their personality. Or at least adjust to it once you come to know it.
He's still over here silently grumbling he can't think as much about his boyfriend and his stupid sexy face. Has to focus on the mission ahead of him, even if that mission is sitting in the back of the truck, keeping an eye on the wares being delivered with the rest of the group. One more stop and then they can be on their way home.
They're only a few minutes away from the drop point anyways. Bakugo's wandering his mind off to the PR event, figuring what he's going to wear and where he's going to be. How to meet Shoto between showings... what they'll do. Fuck.]
Why the fuck do you wanna touch yourself when I'm on my way there?! Have some damn patience!
[Says one of the most impatient people on the face of the planet. And now Bakugo's thinking about his boyfriend touching himself in the car and fuuuck it's making some problems!]
[This is also a truth, Bakugo has been obstinate for as long as Shoto has known him. Another endearing factor when a person can realize why. But going out with their friends or going out in general is something that Shoto enjoys openly where Bakugo has a different approach. Both of their ways of doing things can cause problems, but they always find a way.
Much like right then. Maybe not an earth shattering problem, but both are definitely thinking of the other and exactly just what they wish they were doing instead. The tonal understanding of what Shoto is saying in full, bluntly put, is somewhat amusing and arousing to him at the same time. The keys are put in the ignition but the car isn't turned over, instead, he replies very casually.]
Mm? Wasn't it just you telling me not to let myself be pushed around? Or what else is it you say? "Don't tell me what to do?"
[Finding a way. That's what makes them work well together, no trying to force the other to bend into a specific path or become a person they're not. What's comfortable for them is important, though being able to adjust on occasion to help the other makes it far more flexible. Easier to keep it up without making issues. Bakugou understands things about Shoto and opts not to bother him about some of those aspects he might otherwise bitch about.
This? Yeah this isn't a "problem" at all, more an annoyance Bakugo wants to grab and throttle a few times. Probably against the wall, and with a few less articles of clothing. And by "throttle" he means more "grind against and make out with" until Shoto's gasping for breath. Bakugo's glad no one else is around to listen to him growl at his boyfriend on the phone about sexual things. That casual tone earns another glare. Fucking hell...]
Don't make me hang up on you... I'm not getting a boner in a supply truck, dammit.
[They're both just destined to go together in hero life and in their daily life, Shoto wouldn't have it any other way anymore. While they're probably a long way off thinking of anything paper signing wise aside maybe a lease, he most certainly sees Bakugo in the rest of his life, too.
Not to mention the immediate part of his life that he's got Bakugo on the other end of the phone talking about boners. Yep. Healthy relationship right here, y'know. Kinda, okay not at all wherein Shoto can't help but poke a little bit.]
Don't hang up.
[Shoto looks around him to see if he can see anyone in the immediate area.]
How long until you're out of the truck and able to get here to the market? Without your quirk.
[Don't give him that destiny crap! It's his own damn decision to do his life! And he chooses to go with Shoto because he fucking loves that half-n-half bastard and no one's gonna tell him that was "fate" any fucking day! The future's definitely going to have more of this dumbass in it and Bakugo's fine with that.
Happy for it, even if he won't say it immediately. Mostly because he's in the back of a supply truck, guarding the wares, and talking about fucking boners on the phone with his boyfriend who's out on a damn grocery run. What a life he leads. Bakugo growls right into the phone receiver.]
Don't order me around.
[While he follows orders and doesn't hang up. No one's in the immediate area because Shoto's in his car? Bakugo jerks his phone to the side and looks at it with a angry "the fuck?" expression.]
I'm on a delivery mission! It's gonna be another fucking hour or so!
[Arrive and deliver the goods, then, if nothing happens, he can catch a bus or something and get to the market. Get there faster if he used his Quirk, but...]
[Then Bakugo can believe in anything else, but the way Shoto feels he can't help believing otherwise. Wow something they don't agree on? That's new. As long as the outcome is them staying in one another's lives, Shoto won't ever complain.
Bakugo doesn't have to say it for the other man to know that he's happy. If he weren't there would be no Bakugo in Shoto's life, he'd be off elsewhere with as little contact or as much contact as he felt like having. No, he knows. Even if he's being growled to. It almost makes him smile, but it most certainly makes him happy.
An hour won't do, he'll have to calm himself down and wait for Bakugo to get home. Which, might just be better... Considering that he'll have to wait that entire time and be anticipating the arrival of his lover to their house.]
Alright, alright. I'll behave.
[For now. Shoto leans forward, trying to flex out his current situation and starts the car.]
Get home when you can. You can tell me all about your day.
[Amazing. They've been so streamlined in their way of thinking until this point. The sarcasm is real. Bakugo wouldn't break up with Shoto over a damn disagreement, especially not one over something as stupid as fate.
Not his fault he's stuck on this stupid truck. The final shipping order sits across from him in all its shrink-wrapped glory and he kind of wants to kick it for being the interruption to his time with Shoto. At least he gets to hear his voice on the phone. And if they really wanted to... things could get... heated with just that.
But Dynamight would rather not end up with a mess on top of a damn boner. Guess he's going to have to wait the hour and earn Shoto's happy smile when he gets back home.]
You don't have to. No one's in the fucking car to see.
[Whether that's encouragement for Shoto to do something naughty in the car or not, it's up to him to figure out. Bakugo glances up at the truck wall again. Nope, still trundling along.]
Gonna leave me time to? Hard to talk around your mouth.
[Or whatever else he happens to have shoved into his own.]
[Too bad Shoto is hard to get rid of no matter what happens. It'd be a long cold day in... anywhere Shoto could make it a long cold day that he'd accept Bakugo just throwing down the gauntlet like that. Not after everything.
It's his fault though that he's stuck on a stupid truck. Imagine going to work?? Who does that? Not Shoto, instead he's sitting in a car, in the parking lot contemplating all the things he wants to do to the body attached to that voice on the other end of the phone. All of that and not mention a word of it to Bakugo who has already said he's trying not to make things awkward for himself at wor-- ...Ohhh..]
No... I don't.
[The tone of Shoto's voice is an almost eureka moment. There's an easy way to find out if it's encouragement or if it's just voicing an opinion. ...Or there would have to be if Bakugo weren't talking about things Shoto isn't going to be able to ignore that easily.]
That depends. Are you going to hang up on me if I tell you?
[There's nothing he can do about Bakugo's boner problems at the moment if Bakugo intends to listen while he manifestly tries to discern and perhaps even get off in the car.]
[Bakugo's stubborn and it's very rare that he'll give up on something cause he feels like it's "not working" or some shit like that. He stuck with tutoring Kirishima and hell if that'd been an easy process! Giving up on Shoto, the guy he loves? No fucking way in hell.
HE GOES TO WORK AND HE'S NOT BITCHING ABOUT IT!! Just irritated it's currently delaying him from going home to see his damn boyfriend who's spent the last several minutes being a horndog pain in the ass over the phone. And probably just shot himself in the foot by more or less tempting Shoto into being naughty in the car. Wait... he's still in the parking lot. Fuck, no he should wait until he gets back home to do it!]
Yeah but you're in the damn public parking lot!
[Don't "eureka" this shit! You're supposed to be the calm and logical one with the formal side! And yet he's over there entertaining the idea and Bakugo's trapped between wanting to get off to his boyfriend getting off over the phone in their car... or not having to deal with making a fucking mess in his pants. Any more a mess that's already made a mess, that is.]
I should. Hell if I know what you've got melting in the fucking back seat...
[Which probably shouldn't have sounded as growlingly-sultry as it does, but guess fucking what.]
[At least there's that and in return he has someone as loyal as himself to trust won't leave his side. Metaphorically since physically there are times they have to leave one another. One such time being times like this, obviously.
The gun is definitely pointed downward and the smoke is telling, because yes. Yes he did shoot himself in the foot over that.]
I'm alone.
[OR so he hopes, ro thinks at least. There's no one he can see and any of the cameras aren't in this section of the parkinglot so...]
Not much, there are a couple frozen items but nothing I'll mourn. Nothing that I can't freeze myself. Things that are a side thought along the more pressing one of wishing you weren't working.
[Loyal is a good word to describe Shoto. For as weird as the guy can be sometimes, he's someone Katuski trusts almost implicitly. It's what makes their separations a lot easier to bear, since he knows the other hero can take care of himself and won't be wandering off to some other guy.
Pfft, not gonna help him with his own self-inflicted injury. Bakugo's not that nice. But he's likely not making things any easier for either of them by still pushing this along.]
I know that!
[He better be. Katsuki's alone as well, left in the back of the truck with the remaining delivery, but that doesn't mean he should be jerking off to his boyfriend and losing track of his surroundings. Fuck knows a second or two can turn ugly out on the roads.
Right, as obvious as it is, there are times Bakugo's an idiot and forgets his boyfriend can freeze their groceries without a problem. RIP his excuse.]
Well I am working and I won't be home for at least another hour and a half.
[Wandering isn't a problem when he gets everything he needs and more right there. Even if Bakugo put a hard stop on some aspects of their relationship, he still wouldn't want to go. While the physical is great, it's how he's made to feel that keeps him there among other things.
Like right that moment if Bakugo hung up, Shoto would've just gone home. And in his defense, Shoto is actually talking about them jerking off in public together over the phone. He's allowed a slipup in remembering his boyfriend's quirk. There's a shift of fabric sound and Shoto's settling his jacket aside on the seat.]
Then tell me to stop, or you can listen and anticipate. The thought of you is enough at times.
[Bakugo knows he can't give Shoto "everything" he could possibly need, but he tries to give him as much as he can, even if some of those things are rare or take a lot of work to wrangle out of him. Not like he doesn't have struggles with Shoto as well. But as frustrating as they are, it reminds him more of why he loves the idiot. Shoto can reach emotions and places inside him, comfortably, that practically no others can.
Yeah, he should've just hung up. Let Shoto go home and focused his own self on the task at hand. But unfortunately, he left himself on the line and now he's getting the hear the telltale rustle of cloth and is cursing himself for his own negligence. Because there's no going back once Shoto starts taking his stupid clothes off.]
Dammit, Half-n-Half... [There's a soft rustle and clink of a belt on the other side.]
[There's nothing worth having that isn't hard worked for. Including where Bakugo is concerned, even if there's times that he doesn't really feel he's worked hard enough. He'll take what he can get and thankfuly that's Bakugo's heart. His trust. Things that Shoto won't easily want to ever lose.
His love for Bakugo aside, it's only overshadowed by his physical attraction. Both of them, by trade are used to some adrenlyin and this is no different. Shoto's right hand reaches out to further add to the tint of the windows with a soft frost around them when he hears the resignation in Bakugo's voice and the unmistakable sound of his belt.
He win's again.]
We'll be quick.
[Mainly for Bakugo's needs, not Shoto's needs who is already unzipping with one hand while the other one is reaching fingers inside his pants to the tune of a small, stunted grasp in Bakugo's ear.]
[He'll agree with that. Ironically, despite both Bakugo and Shoto being born into upper class families, with perfect bodies for their Quirks and plenty of innate natural talent and intelligence, both of them have worked fucking hard for their success and prowess. There are times where Bakugo has to push himself even further to catch up to Shoto, at least where he feels he does. But... that's part of their relationship, always pushing the other forward with improvements.
Not something the blonde ever wants to lose. Even if he's grumbling about how that stubborn love and attraction is gonna fuck up a boring mission. Back here with a damn delivery, alone in the truck trailer, with the droning sound of the road under him, and he's pulling one glove from his hand to give himself an easier grip and access to his belt and hardened flesh beneath. Someone's gonna get his fucking ass handed to him when he gets back home... SHOTO.]
Better be.
[There's a part of him that doesn't want someone happening upon his boyfriend in the public parking lot either, so quick for Shoto is good for Bakugo too. A low cuss drifts through the phone as he leans back against the wall, fingers finally touching himself. Drinking in that soft gasp that meets his ear.]
You better fucking promise you will be imagining me.
[That is definitely one of the best part of their upbringing, they're both driven for their own reasons and reasons that they came into during school, too. But sometimes, just sometimes, it ends up in situations like this where someone, namely Shoto, pushes for other reasons that they know the other might be amicable to.
Amicable and yes, because he figures when Bakugo gets home he's most certainly not getting off the hook about it. Shoto, at least in his part, does intend on this being quick. Especially on Bakugo's side. He can't imagine the danger he's in right now with it and yet, yes he can, which is making it all the more thrilling for him, too.
Sitting in his car with his pants open and his free hand pulling them down a little further, the other one gripped around the shaft of his hard flesh with no qualms about moving. The growl of his lover's insistence makes it easy to fall into the thoughts.]
Alright... I am th-thinking about you, Katsuki. Pretending this isn't my hand and yours instead.
[These things. These sort of vulnerable times. These are the things that Shoto trusts Bakugo with the most.]
[It's because Shoto's become someone Katsuki has grown to respect, trust, and care for that the other boy's able to push for a reason the obstinate blonde would otherwise be resistant too. Their relationship has a lot of weight behind it as well. Hard to deny the guy he finds annoyingly attractive and would jump in front of a bullet for.]
And I'm... fuck... I'm thinking about just... just how bad I'm gonna... fucking wreck you when I get back.
[Promises promises. He wouldn't let Shoto off with this at all. Bakugo regrets that it has to be quick, but simultaneously appreciates that his boyfriend isn't going to drag it out. Even as he drags his hand over himself, thumbing the head and thinking back to how Shoto does this when he touches him. Wouldn't say he's in "danger" right now, but you never know. Besides, the blonde's not driving.
He can't drag his own pants down without messing shit up and having to tuck back in, so he's opting to open his fly and work from within there. Only his shaft free from his pants, leaving his other hand to rub at his balls within the dark material. A soft breath stammers out of his mouth and he quickly cuts it off with a growl, trying to pretend it's not getting to him already.]
Damn... I know you too well... I know exactly how you feel... where you fit in my palm... how soft your head is... You leak like water, babe...
[Once Shoto learns, one day, how to get his way more easily, that may be a lot of fun for Bakugo. Or a lot of headache, or both. Right now it could be either, or both. Shoto isn't willing to try to figure out which one it is, not with the quick movement of his hand distracting him and the soft cries leaving his mouth.
He's also trying, with varied results, not to rock the car at all. The last thing he needs is that, but it's desperately difficult with Bakugo making promises in his ear and reminding him what it's like to hear a pet name from those lips. Let alone what his body does or doesn't do, which he's being called out on in the most accurate of ways considering the situation. Re: leaking, he certainly is and Shoto's shoulders push in against the car seat so his hips have an easier time of lifting to each stroke of his hand and every wish that he was so much better at this verbally.]
N-nh-never mind your hand. I'll never get over your mouth.
[The one that's driving him crazy speaking into his ear as he pants openly, hand trying to avoid the steering wheel with its swift movements.]
You'd best eat before you come home... I'm... I can promise you won't have time for food.
[Fun and a headache. Bakugo's gonna be a grouse when he figures out Shoto's starting to predict him or learn how to wrangle him like that. Bastard. But that's not now and he's distracted from deeper thinking (and being irritated at his boyfriend for other reasons) by the hand working up and down his shaft and the intent not to let his noises out.
Heh, at least Bakugo doesn't have to deal with rocking the truck. He can jerk off in here pretty intensely and still not get a damn response from outside. Not that he's going to. Last thing he needs is for someone to come back here and check on him in such an embarrassing position. (And yes, he checked to make sure there were no cameras back here either.)
It's not his fault he's been with Shoto enough to know how his body reacts like this. What areas on his skin to kiss or touch, what sort of motions he likes when Bakugo has his hands on him. A gentle twist to wring his silken foreskin, lips wrapped firmly around his tip so he can suck while his tongue plays freely over the oozing slit crowning his head.
He really enjoys those reactions, and the ones those reactions pull from the rest of his boyfriend's body.]
Yeah? You wanna remember my mouth on you? The way my tongue... does circles around your head... You know your toes curl when I... slip my tongue of fingers inside your foreskin... And damn... your abs are fucking gorgeous... if I put my mouth... anywhere near your balls... Todoroki.
[Give him ammo, Shoto, and he'll take it for a ride. Hearing Shoto panting like that only encourages him more.]
[That's what keeps Shoto on his toes, too and part of the many things that he loves about this man.
One of them had lucked out at least on one aspect of this, and still Shoto is pretty certain that he's going to have to move a little quicker. He wants desperately to keep pace with his lover but also be able to keep from getting caught. A bad idea that's boiling his blood in every way he could want and his eyes close when his thumb emulates Bakugo's direction on what he would be doing right in that moment. He's never been one to mince words with anyone and in this kind of thing it's even better and much less insulting at points.
A soft breath has the trailing of a small curse and a hiss of "Yesss..." to that expertly crafted methodology that he has come to adore. Shoto wishes, above all else, that he had the skill to do more than clench his teeth and arch his hips toward his quickly moving hand. Car be damned. His mouth, his throat are all on Shoto's mind as he presses his feet hard into the floor beside each pedal and the heat from the breath of his mouth is puffs of air while Shoto keeps everything chilled. Maybe he could try this story weaving thing. Likely with less skill than Bakugo by far.]
I wish those things right now. I wish I c-could watch my cum drip down y-mhh your lips.
[Alright, that's more honesty than story weaving but it's the truth. The imagery in his mind is quite a lot and the deep sounds on the trails of his breath is belying his approaching end.]
[He may be predictable in some ways, but never 100%. Wouldn't want Shoto to end up getting bored with him.
He doesn't directly insult Shoto on anything sexual, though he did vent comical frustrations over his boyfriend's lack of experience when they first started (from vocabulary to technique to that damn monotone emphasis) and isn't above egging him on during sex because Bakugo's a dick. I don't feel a fucking thing. You call that shitty thrusting "hard"? Want me to scream, then force it outta me, Half-n-Half. Usually ending up with him a complete wreck, holding onto his boyfriend and basking in he sensation of his efforts. For all Shoto's blank expression, the guy is ridiculously passionate.
Bakugo hears it in his breath right now, the heat behind his words. It's making his own struggles in this damn truck even worse, as he wants desperately to be nowhere else but beside his boyfriend. Shit, why does hearing Shoto curse always make his blood run hot?! Hips buck upward and he slouches in the seat, working his hand up and down. Dammit, he needs something to catch this, cover it up, can't just explode all over his costume! His boots grind against the truck floor and he grits his teeth, breath seething through them in quiet pants.
D... did he just... Holy shit.]
That... heh... haa, haa... that whatcha want... fuck... come all over my f- fuck... nh- face... could... could catch it... on my tongue... You taste good... ngh- nha... Todoroki.
[He doesn't sound like he's going to last much longer either, breathing catching and his pace turning erratic as everything tightens up.]
[Bored is never going to be an issue with them, even if they do start predicting one another. Nor will he ever begrudge the other part of their life where they can egg each other on either as detailed by Bakugo. Things that only spurred Shoto on instead of discouraged him. If things like reading between the lines did, then he'd be a sorry mate for Bakugo and miss out on some of the most mind blowing moments of his life.
Some of those moments are dead center in his mind as he bites down on his lip a little harder than he maybe would've liked to but envisioning every moment of Bakugo's body arching up to his and hearing him say those words, knowing just how insidious they would be... None of that helped him want to release the tier from his teeth or the stiff shaft from his hand and the quick, squeezed movement over it. A sore replacement for the Bakugo in his mind's eye, a desperate minds eye that keeps trying to hold on to one image before yet another one of their trysts comes to mind and fuels him higher.
The onslaught of his own orgasm hits him harder than he thought and while less vocal than his counterpart as per usual, and at least having some memory of being in public, there was no less enthusiasm. Heavy breath, low groans and the strained sound of "K-ah'ts... suki--!" left his lungs at around the same time as his mind blanked away in electric distraction running through him all culminating in his hand in long streams of white. Or rather, on his hand. Maybe the steering wheel. His pantleg. He certainly hadn't thought that much through but at least he was headed home.
It left him panting in the seat of his car, eyes still closed and his muscles feeling weak while he listened to the other end of this call.]
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Date: 5/9/22 15:56 (UTC)Yes. I could be stringent if I wanted to. I just don't see the need sometimes.
[Which is, yep, that doubt coming to fruition. Shoto definitely does want to meet, see and talk to people but he also doesn't want to do that when he could be home with Bakugo. Or even doing things like this, just menial tasks that Bakugo himself doesn't have to do if he does them for him while he's busy. It's not taking it from his lover it's just taking it in the stead of him for efficiency sake.
They really are a good team and while they match well with a few other heroes, or even larger groups, them together is usually enough. Then again, them together is why he's handling things like this. It's not his fault. It's his fault... he shouldn't have been implying things while he was out. Instead he lets the lady ring him through and pays sometime during their conversation.]
I hope so, I don't want to practice on my own even if you've given me the drive to do so.
[Being in public sucks. They might have to make a new rule not to talk until missions are over if this keeps up. ...or maybe talk more during missions who knows.]
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Date: 5/9/22 22:32 (UTC)[And rash despite his normally calm state. Those differences are something Bakugo finds attractive. From how someone as unassuming as Shoto can come a massive torrent of ice or flames. Thinking the other hero wasn't passionate simply because he's quiet and thoughtful was a big fucking mistake. He's seen just how intense Shoto can get.
He's not going to find Bakugo telling him to go out and meet other people when he could be home with him. Shoto's not exactly "more" social than the explosive blonde; he's simply more willing to accept invites to social things than Bakugo.
Living together had been a huge adjusted for them. They didn't have an entire dormitory and 18 other people between them to distract or cover up their differences. Those menial tasks had quickly turned into a "my way your way" clash, from where to put the recycle bin to who's in charge of the dishes. Did they want to have set chores on a schedule or do things as they arose in front of whoever was in the apartment at the time.
Yet despite all that, their teamwork and relationship saw it through. Not without some fights and bumps along the way. A few villains got to be on the tail end of the occasional argument, when Bakugo came at them full of pent-up frustration. HE wasn't going to be the idiot who thought he could push Shoto around. Didn't mean the blonde got to avoid the occasional apology to his boyfriend. Guilty and he knew it, so... at least he's mature enough to own up the times he fucked up.
Ah shit, don't go talking about practicing on your own!! He KNOWS Shoto means the event, from speech to presentation, but his BRAIN immediately goes to their planned intermissions... Fucking hell.]
Practice what...?
[Gonna possibly really screw himself with this question.]
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Date: 5/11/22 03:24 (UTC)[There are things that Shoto won't move or budge on, but there are things he knows he has to make concessions for as well. Their disagreements were always just that, disagreements that they worked out somehow. That icy/fiery personality isn't without it's faults but Bakugo navigates those waters just as well. Working well in school and in the field are two things that probably saved both of them and then again is probably some of the reason that they were able to get together in the first place. Shoto owes a lot to AU and that includes that, too.
But. It's true. Villains are definitely their outlet. Both of them and thankfully right in that moment neither had to worry about that. Bakugo might a little since he's still at work, but Shoto is free to be a man thinking about all the fun things he wants to do to Bakugo as he is carrying out bags from the store.
Shoto by no means meant the event. Well, yes, but not in the least this time. He's opening the trunk and putting the bags in by the time he's asked.]
I wasn't actually talking about practicing. I was in the grocery line, I meant I don't want to end up touching myself when you're a perfectly acceptable partner.
[Yep super sexy. Here's the sound of the trunk as he closes it and fiddles with the keys again to open the door.]
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Date: 5/11/22 16:22 (UTC)[Bakugo's more stubborn than Shoto more often, not bending when it comes to going on outings with their friends (though he's gone to more than he would've at the start of his first year in U.A.) or when it comes to doing PR business for the agency. But he's come to learn how to navigate Shoto's waters as well as the other boy's navigated his own. Surprise surprise what comes with sticking around someone long enough to learn their personality. Or at least adjust to it once you come to know it.
He's still over here silently grumbling he can't think as much about his boyfriend and his stupid sexy face. Has to focus on the mission ahead of him, even if that mission is sitting in the back of the truck, keeping an eye on the wares being delivered with the rest of the group. One more stop and then they can be on their way home.
They're only a few minutes away from the drop point anyways. Bakugo's wandering his mind off to the PR event, figuring what he's going to wear and where he's going to be. How to meet Shoto between showings... what they'll do. Fuck.]
Why the fuck do you wanna touch yourself when I'm on my way there?! Have some damn patience!
[Says one of the most impatient people on the face of the planet. And now Bakugo's thinking about his boyfriend touching himself in the car and fuuuck it's making some problems!]
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Date: 5/11/22 22:51 (UTC)Much like right then. Maybe not an earth shattering problem, but both are definitely thinking of the other and exactly just what they wish they were doing instead. The tonal understanding of what Shoto is saying in full, bluntly put, is somewhat amusing and arousing to him at the same time. The keys are put in the ignition but the car isn't turned over, instead, he replies very casually.]
Mm? Wasn't it just you telling me not to let myself be pushed around? Or what else is it you say? "Don't tell me what to do?"
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Date: 5/11/22 23:29 (UTC)This? Yeah this isn't a "problem" at all, more an annoyance Bakugo wants to grab and throttle a few times. Probably against the wall, and with a few less articles of clothing. And by "throttle" he means more "grind against and make out with" until Shoto's gasping for breath. Bakugo's glad no one else is around to listen to him growl at his boyfriend on the phone about sexual things. That casual tone earns another glare. Fucking hell...]
Don't make me hang up on you... I'm not getting a boner in a supply truck, dammit.
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Date: 5/15/22 05:35 (UTC)Not to mention the immediate part of his life that he's got Bakugo on the other end of the phone talking about boners. Yep. Healthy relationship right here, y'know. Kinda, okay not at all wherein Shoto can't help but poke a little bit.]
Don't hang up.
[Shoto looks around him to see if he can see anyone in the immediate area.]
How long until you're out of the truck and able to get here to the market? Without your quirk.
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Date: 5/15/22 17:58 (UTC)Happy for it, even if he won't say it immediately. Mostly because he's in the back of a supply truck, guarding the wares, and talking about fucking boners on the phone with his boyfriend who's out on a damn grocery run. What a life he leads. Bakugo growls right into the phone receiver.]
Don't order me around.
[While he follows orders and doesn't hang up. No one's in the immediate area because Shoto's in his car? Bakugo jerks his phone to the side and looks at it with a angry "the fuck?" expression.]
I'm on a delivery mission! It's gonna be another fucking hour or so!
[Arrive and deliver the goods, then, if nothing happens, he can catch a bus or something and get to the market. Get there faster if he used his Quirk, but...]
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Date: 5/16/22 02:56 (UTC)Bakugo doesn't have to say it for the other man to know that he's happy. If he weren't there would be no Bakugo in Shoto's life, he'd be off elsewhere with as little contact or as much contact as he felt like having. No, he knows. Even if he's being growled to. It almost makes him smile, but it most certainly makes him happy.
An hour won't do, he'll have to calm himself down and wait for Bakugo to get home. Which, might just be better... Considering that he'll have to wait that entire time and be anticipating the arrival of his lover to their house.]
Alright, alright. I'll behave.
[For now. Shoto leans forward, trying to flex out his current situation and starts the car.]
Get home when you can. You can tell me all about your day.
[After being bent over every piece of furniture.]
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Date: 5/16/22 03:11 (UTC)Not his fault he's stuck on this stupid truck. The final shipping order sits across from him in all its shrink-wrapped glory and he kind of wants to kick it for being the interruption to his time with Shoto. At least he gets to hear his voice on the phone. And if they really wanted to... things could get... heated with just that.
But Dynamight would rather not end up with a mess on top of a damn boner. Guess he's going to have to wait the hour and earn Shoto's happy smile when he gets back home.]
You don't have to. No one's in the fucking car to see.
[Whether that's encouragement for Shoto to do something naughty in the car or not, it's up to him to figure out. Bakugo glances up at the truck wall again. Nope, still trundling along.]
Gonna leave me time to? Hard to talk around your mouth.
[Or whatever else he happens to have shoved into his own.]
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Date: 5/16/22 04:15 (UTC)It's his fault though that he's stuck on a stupid truck. Imagine going to work?? Who does that? Not Shoto, instead he's sitting in a car, in the parking lot contemplating all the things he wants to do to the body attached to that voice on the other end of the phone. All of that and not mention a word of it to Bakugo who has already said he's trying not to make things awkward for himself at wor-- ...Ohhh..]
No... I don't.
[The tone of Shoto's voice is an almost eureka moment. There's an easy way to find out if it's encouragement or if it's just voicing an opinion. ...Or there would have to be if Bakugo weren't talking about things Shoto isn't going to be able to ignore that easily.]
That depends. Are you going to hang up on me if I tell you?
[There's nothing he can do about Bakugo's boner problems at the moment if Bakugo intends to listen while he manifestly tries to discern and perhaps even get off in the car.]
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Date: 5/16/22 04:43 (UTC)HE GOES TO WORK AND HE'S NOT BITCHING ABOUT IT!! Just irritated it's currently delaying him from going home to see his damn boyfriend who's spent the last several minutes being a horndog pain in the ass over the phone. And probably just shot himself in the foot by more or less tempting Shoto into being naughty in the car. Wait... he's still in the parking lot. Fuck, no he should wait until he gets back home to do it!]
Yeah but you're in the damn public parking lot!
[Don't "eureka" this shit! You're supposed to be the calm and logical one with the formal side! And yet he's over there entertaining the idea and Bakugo's trapped between wanting to get off to his boyfriend getting off over the phone in their car... or not having to deal with making a fucking mess in his pants. Any more a mess that's already made a mess, that is.]
I should. Hell if I know what you've got melting in the fucking back seat...
[Which probably shouldn't have sounded as growlingly-sultry as it does, but guess fucking what.]
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Date: 5/21/22 10:06 (UTC)The gun is definitely pointed downward and the smoke is telling, because yes. Yes he did shoot himself in the foot over that.]
I'm alone.
[OR so he hopes, ro thinks at least. There's no one he can see and any of the cameras aren't in this section of the parkinglot so...]
Not much, there are a couple frozen items but nothing I'll mourn. Nothing that I can't freeze myself. Things that are a side thought along the more pressing one of wishing you weren't working.
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Date: 5/21/22 17:42 (UTC)Pfft, not gonna help him with his own self-inflicted injury. Bakugo's not that nice. But he's likely not making things any easier for either of them by still pushing this along.]
I know that!
[He better be. Katsuki's alone as well, left in the back of the truck with the remaining delivery, but that doesn't mean he should be jerking off to his boyfriend and losing track of his surroundings. Fuck knows a second or two can turn ugly out on the roads.
Right, as obvious as it is, there are times Bakugo's an idiot and forgets his boyfriend can freeze their groceries without a problem. RIP his excuse.]
Well I am working and I won't be home for at least another hour and a half.
[And he's half hard in his fucking costume.]
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Date: 5/21/22 21:14 (UTC)Like right that moment if Bakugo hung up, Shoto would've just gone home. And in his defense, Shoto is actually talking about them jerking off in public together over the phone. He's allowed a slipup in remembering his boyfriend's quirk. There's a shift of fabric sound and Shoto's settling his jacket aside on the seat.]
Then tell me to stop, or you can listen and anticipate. The thought of you is enough at times.
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Date: 5/22/22 00:03 (UTC)Yeah, he should've just hung up. Let Shoto go home and focused his own self on the task at hand. But unfortunately, he left himself on the line and now he's getting the hear the telltale rustle of cloth and is cursing himself for his own negligence. Because there's no going back once Shoto starts taking his stupid clothes off.]
Dammit, Half-n-Half... [There's a soft rustle and clink of a belt on the other side.]
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Date: 5/22/22 02:26 (UTC)His love for Bakugo aside, it's only overshadowed by his physical attraction. Both of them, by trade are used to some adrenlyin and this is no different. Shoto's right hand reaches out to further add to the tint of the windows with a soft frost around them when he hears the resignation in Bakugo's voice and the unmistakable sound of his belt.
He win's again.]
We'll be quick.
[Mainly for Bakugo's needs, not Shoto's needs who is already unzipping with one hand while the other one is reaching fingers inside his pants to the tune of a small, stunted grasp in Bakugo's ear.]
I won't promise you I won't be imagining you.
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Date: 5/22/22 02:56 (UTC)Not something the blonde ever wants to lose. Even if he's grumbling about how that stubborn love and attraction is gonna fuck up a boring mission. Back here with a damn delivery, alone in the truck trailer, with the droning sound of the road under him, and he's pulling one glove from his hand to give himself an easier grip and access to his belt and hardened flesh beneath. Someone's gonna get his fucking ass handed to him when he gets back home... SHOTO.]
Better be.
[There's a part of him that doesn't want someone happening upon his boyfriend in the public parking lot either, so quick for Shoto is good for Bakugo too. A low cuss drifts through the phone as he leans back against the wall, fingers finally touching himself. Drinking in that soft gasp that meets his ear.]
You better fucking promise you will be imagining me.
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Date: 5/22/22 04:44 (UTC)Amicable and yes, because he figures when Bakugo gets home he's most certainly not getting off the hook about it. Shoto, at least in his part, does intend on this being quick. Especially on Bakugo's side. He can't imagine the danger he's in right now with it and yet, yes he can, which is making it all the more thrilling for him, too.
Sitting in his car with his pants open and his free hand pulling them down a little further, the other one gripped around the shaft of his hard flesh with no qualms about moving. The growl of his lover's insistence makes it easy to fall into the thoughts.]
Alright... I am th-thinking about you, Katsuki. Pretending this isn't my hand and yours instead.
[These things. These sort of vulnerable times. These are the things that Shoto trusts Bakugo with the most.]
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Date: 5/22/22 05:30 (UTC)And I'm... fuck... I'm thinking about just... just how bad I'm gonna... fucking wreck you when I get back.
[Promises promises. He wouldn't let Shoto off with this at all. Bakugo regrets that it has to be quick, but simultaneously appreciates that his boyfriend isn't going to drag it out. Even as he drags his hand over himself, thumbing the head and thinking back to how Shoto does this when he touches him. Wouldn't say he's in "danger" right now, but you never know. Besides, the blonde's not driving.
He can't drag his own pants down without messing shit up and having to tuck back in, so he's opting to open his fly and work from within there. Only his shaft free from his pants, leaving his other hand to rub at his balls within the dark material. A soft breath stammers out of his mouth and he quickly cuts it off with a growl, trying to pretend it's not getting to him already.]
Damn... I know you too well... I know exactly how you feel... where you fit in my palm... how soft your head is... You leak like water, babe...
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Date: 5/22/22 07:49 (UTC)He's also trying, with varied results, not to rock the car at all. The last thing he needs is that, but it's desperately difficult with Bakugo making promises in his ear and reminding him what it's like to hear a pet name from those lips. Let alone what his body does or doesn't do, which he's being called out on in the most accurate of ways considering the situation. Re: leaking, he certainly is and Shoto's shoulders push in against the car seat so his hips have an easier time of lifting to each stroke of his hand and every wish that he was so much better at this verbally.]
N-nh-never mind your hand. I'll never get over your mouth.
[The one that's driving him crazy speaking into his ear as he pants openly, hand trying to avoid the steering wheel with its swift movements.]
You'd best eat before you come home... I'm... I can promise you won't have time for food.
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Date: 5/22/22 19:13 (UTC)Heh, at least Bakugo doesn't have to deal with rocking the truck. He can jerk off in here pretty intensely and still not get a damn response from outside. Not that he's going to. Last thing he needs is for someone to come back here and check on him in such an embarrassing position. (And yes, he checked to make sure there were no cameras back here either.)
It's not his fault he's been with Shoto enough to know how his body reacts like this. What areas on his skin to kiss or touch, what sort of motions he likes when Bakugo has his hands on him. A gentle twist to wring his silken foreskin, lips wrapped firmly around his tip so he can suck while his tongue plays freely over the oozing slit crowning his head.
He really enjoys those reactions, and the ones those reactions pull from the rest of his boyfriend's body.]
Yeah? You wanna remember my mouth on you? The way my tongue... does circles around your head... You know your toes curl when I... slip my tongue of fingers inside your foreskin... And damn... your abs are fucking gorgeous... if I put my mouth... anywhere near your balls... Todoroki.
[Give him ammo, Shoto, and he'll take it for a ride. Hearing Shoto panting like that only encourages him more.]
Maybe... I'll just eat you...
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Date: 5/27/22 07:29 (UTC)One of them had lucked out at least on one aspect of this, and still Shoto is pretty certain that he's going to have to move a little quicker. He wants desperately to keep pace with his lover but also be able to keep from getting caught. A bad idea that's boiling his blood in every way he could want and his eyes close when his thumb emulates Bakugo's direction on what he would be doing right in that moment. He's never been one to mince words with anyone and in this kind of thing it's even better and much less insulting at points.
A soft breath has the trailing of a small curse and a hiss of "Yesss..." to that expertly crafted methodology that he has come to adore. Shoto wishes, above all else, that he had the skill to do more than clench his teeth and arch his hips toward his quickly moving hand. Car be damned. His mouth, his throat are all on Shoto's mind as he presses his feet hard into the floor beside each pedal and the heat from the breath of his mouth is puffs of air while Shoto keeps everything chilled. Maybe he could try this story weaving thing. Likely with less skill than Bakugo by far.]
I wish those things right now. I wish I c-could watch my cum drip down y-mhh your lips.
[Alright, that's more honesty than story weaving but it's the truth. The imagery in his mind is quite a lot and the deep sounds on the trails of his breath is belying his approaching end.]
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Date: 5/27/22 19:43 (UTC)He doesn't directly insult Shoto on anything sexual, though he did vent comical frustrations over his boyfriend's lack of experience when they first started (from vocabulary to technique to that damn monotone emphasis) and isn't above egging him on during sex because Bakugo's a dick. I don't feel a fucking thing. You call that shitty thrusting "hard"? Want me to scream, then force it outta me, Half-n-Half. Usually ending up with him a complete wreck, holding onto his boyfriend and basking in he sensation of his efforts. For all Shoto's blank expression, the guy is ridiculously passionate.
Bakugo hears it in his breath right now, the heat behind his words. It's making his own struggles in this damn truck even worse, as he wants desperately to be nowhere else but beside his boyfriend. Shit, why does hearing Shoto curse always make his blood run hot?! Hips buck upward and he slouches in the seat, working his hand up and down. Dammit, he needs something to catch this, cover it up, can't just explode all over his costume! His boots grind against the truck floor and he grits his teeth, breath seething through them in quiet pants.
D... did he just... Holy shit.]
That... heh... haa, haa... that whatcha want... fuck... come all over my f- fuck... nh- face... could... could catch it... on my tongue... You taste good... ngh- nha... Todoroki.
[He doesn't sound like he's going to last much longer either, breathing catching and his pace turning erratic as everything tightens up.]
Oh shit... haa... To... ngh!
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Date: 5/27/22 21:28 (UTC)Some of those moments are dead center in his mind as he bites down on his lip a little harder than he maybe would've liked to but envisioning every moment of Bakugo's body arching up to his and hearing him say those words, knowing just how insidious they would be... None of that helped him want to release the tier from his teeth or the stiff shaft from his hand and the quick, squeezed movement over it. A sore replacement for the Bakugo in his mind's eye, a desperate minds eye that keeps trying to hold on to one image before yet another one of their trysts comes to mind and fuels him higher.
The onslaught of his own orgasm hits him harder than he thought and while less vocal than his counterpart as per usual,
and at least having some memory of being in public, there was no less enthusiasm. Heavy breath, low groans and the strained sound of "K-ah'ts... suki--!" left his lungs at around the same time as his mind blanked away in electric distraction running through him all culminating in his hand in long streams of white. Or rather, on his hand. Maybe the steering wheel. His pantleg. He certainly hadn't thought that much through but at least he was headed home.It left him panting in the seat of his car, eyes still closed and his muscles feeling weak while he listened to the other end of this call.]
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