[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.]
[Good thing he can read between the lines then. And weave between the explosions. And move between the sheets. (Heh.) It's kind of surreal, to go from loathing someone's presence in the very room to staking your life on their comfort and happiness. Wanting to ensure his mate's happy and satisfied, stimulated to grow and challenged to improved. But never forgetting or even doubting that he's loved. He'll push him even still, in heroics, in relationship, in life.
It's never hard to draw up those images. The sight of his lover's face flushed above him or beneath him, how his bangs hang in dual-hued split across a glistening brow, the crimson flush running beneath his bicolored eyes, and every damn sound coming from Shoto's lips as he moves. As much as his pride shuts his eyes during some of their heated moments, even more his lust and love keeps them open, making it easy for him to summon up those memories of his lover's expression during sex. The images of his body moving in his passion, how Shoto looks and feels when everything tightens up and his voice stutters and his hand seizes up as the sweeping rush of heat spills down-
A barely-muffled grunt drives Bakugo's head back against the wall, teeth clenching around his noise and eyes slamming shut as his orgasm sweeps through without mercy. Groaning and seething loudly as his climax erupts with heavy emissions, almost like each staggered intone of his name across the phone is the thing forcing his pleasure out of him one burst at a time. It's all white, it's all pleasure, everything's hot and wet and sticky as he twitches against the seat, emptying himself into... well that's his business but lets just say he's going to be cleaning out one of his hero gear... things, later. When Shoto is NOWHERE around.
Stupid sexy bastard.
Bakugo drops against the wall, sagging and slumping as he pants into the speaker, eyes barely open as he comes down from the glowing afterburn of his climax. Fuck...] Fuck...
[This sort of thing included. Who else would Shoto feel brave enough with and yet foolhardy enough with in order to entice him into climax at work? No one else would be daring enough or take up the challenge, either. Bakugo does a great job daily of keeping him on his toes, too.
Even with his own heart hammering in his ears and his own mind still somewhere focused on the blissful feeling starting to ebb down the rest of his body to relax him back into his seat... Shoto can hear every single moment of Bakugo's build up right into the raw sound of his climax and he god damn wished he could be right there to see it. ...Maybe next time he convinces him to do this on video. Or maybe he could stop being horny for ten seconds after literally just finishing in the middle of the parking lot at the supermarket.
He lets his breath try to catch up and listens to Bakugo's doing the same and the gorgeous sound of his voice cursing is enough of a moment to make him smirk.]
Not yet.
[He breathes in deeply, letting it out to catch his own breath more.]
[Yeah well who else would see behind that quiet, focused presentation and realize there's someone behind that who would have the guts to jerk off in the damn parking lot after shopping? He refuses to fall behind Shoto in anything, so makes sure he's always able to challenge him. And himself. Cause he knows if he gives just a second, this guy'll overtake him. Shoto refuses to stop either, aiming to be the greatest.
He's not sure what got him off, the feeling of his hand around his dick, wishing it was Shoto's hand, the memories in his head playing out that amazing scenario, or his boyfriend's actual voice panting and groaning in his ear as he listened to the man he loves pleasure himself to climax right "beside" him. Shit... he's gonna ravage this boy when he gets home. Already hating the piece of merch in front of him ready for delivery cause now it's a towering obelisk that invades his way home and blocks him from shoving Shoto against the wall in a panting mess.
Bakugo's gonna get himself hard again at this rate, dammit. Shoto doesn't help at all when he decides to be a breathless sexy shit about it and comment on a stupid curse word. He hears that smirk in your voice, you ass!]
Whatever you don't want fucking ripped off, you better already have lost when I get through the door.
[No one had. He had friends who knew what he was like, or what he could be like, but Bakugo always drew out something from him that even Midoriya never had. True in the fact that if someone gave even an inch, Shoto would take that mile. Therein maybe some of the things that had happened between them, had Shoto not sensed there was some give in Bakugo's resolve, maybe they wouldn't be there, right then.
Whatever it was for either of them, they sure had and the glowing feeling along his muscles felt good. What he wanted was a hot bath and some tea if he couldn't have the other man's company right away. Sighing softly, relaxed and sated at the moment, Shoto lets out the rest of that air in a huff of amusement, something that melts off of his features soon after.]
I'll keep in mind to wear challenging clothing.
[Rip it off? He's intrigued. Excuse him while he rummages around he's got to clean up just a little bit so he can tuck away and actually start driving... And de-ice the windows.]
[He might be more smugly amused that he could draw from Shoto something that damn Deku couldn't, but wouldn't really treat the other boy like some pissing contest between him and his childhood friend rival. He's more mature than that now. Still likes to see what he can bring out of the half-cold-half-hot hero. Knowing he could never get lax around him was a positive in their relationship, because it spurred him to continue forward ever harder.
Hot bath would feel good right now. Katuski's been cooped up in this damn trailer for most of the day, only getting out to watch over the delivery of each piece of equipment collection before the escort signs off and the truck gets back on the road. He wants Shoto's company... but settles for doing a bit of needed clean up and then tucking himself away.
Katsuki scoffs into the phone.] Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
[He's not lying. He's fully intending to tackle his boyfriend right when he gets through the door. Might fuck right there on the floor, no shits given. But now he's back to "normal" and nods at the voice on the phone.]
Text me when you get home. [The truck slows and Katsuki glances up.] See 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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Date: 5/27/22 21:42 (UTC)It's never hard to draw up those images. The sight of his lover's face flushed above him or beneath him, how his bangs hang in dual-hued split across a glistening brow, the crimson flush running beneath his bicolored eyes, and every damn sound coming from Shoto's lips as he moves. As much as his pride shuts his eyes during some of their heated moments, even more his lust and love keeps them open, making it easy for him to summon up those memories of his lover's expression during sex. The images of his body moving in his passion, how Shoto looks and feels when everything tightens up and his voice stutters and his hand seizes up as the sweeping rush of heat spills down-
A barely-muffled grunt drives Bakugo's head back against the wall, teeth clenching around his noise and eyes slamming shut as his orgasm sweeps through without mercy. Groaning and seething loudly as his climax erupts with heavy emissions, almost like each staggered intone of his name across the phone is the thing forcing his pleasure out of him one burst at a time. It's all white, it's all pleasure, everything's hot and wet and sticky as he twitches against the seat, emptying himself into... well that's his business but lets just say he's going to be cleaning out one of his hero gear... things, later. When Shoto is NOWHERE around.
Stupid sexy bastard.
Bakugo drops against the wall, sagging and slumping as he pants into the speaker, eyes barely open as he comes down from the glowing afterburn of his climax. Fuck...] Fuck...
I AUDIBLY WHEEZED, poor Bakugo
Date: 5/28/22 00:44 (UTC)Even with his own heart hammering in his ears and his own mind still somewhere focused on the blissful feeling starting to ebb down the rest of his body to relax him back into his seat... Shoto can hear every single moment of Bakugo's build up right into the raw sound of his climax and he god damn wished he could be right there to see it. ...Maybe next time he convinces him to do this on video. Or maybe he could stop being horny for ten seconds after literally just finishing in the middle of the parking lot at the supermarket.
He lets his breath try to catch up and listens to Bakugo's doing the same and the gorgeous sound of his voice cursing is enough of a moment to make him smirk.]
Not yet.
[He breathes in deeply, letting it out to catch his own breath more.]
When you get home.
He's NEVER saying what happened. EVER~
Date: 5/28/22 01:10 (UTC)He's not sure what got him off, the feeling of his hand around his dick, wishing it was Shoto's hand, the memories in his head playing out that amazing scenario, or his boyfriend's actual voice panting and groaning in his ear as he listened to the man he loves pleasure himself to climax right "beside" him. Shit... he's gonna ravage this boy when he gets home. Already hating the piece of merch in front of him ready for delivery cause now it's a towering obelisk that invades his way home and blocks him from shoving Shoto against the wall in a panting mess.
Bakugo's gonna get himself hard again at this rate, dammit. Shoto doesn't help at all when he decides to be a breathless sexy shit about it and comment on a stupid curse word. He hears that smirk in your voice, you ass!]
Whatever you don't want fucking ripped off, you better already have lost when I get through the door.
LMAO "Didn't you have seven of tho--" "SHUT UP."
Date: 5/28/22 17:13 (UTC)Whatever it was for either of them, they sure had and the glowing feeling along his muscles felt good. What he wanted was a hot bath and some tea if he couldn't have the other man's company right away. Sighing softly, relaxed and sated at the moment, Shoto lets out the rest of that air in a huff of amusement, something that melts off of his features soon after.]
I'll keep in mind to wear challenging clothing.
[Rip it off? He's intrigued. Excuse him while he rummages around he's got to clean up just a little bit so he can tuck away and actually start driving... And de-ice the windows.]
See you in a couple hours.
"Go count your fucking peepees!"
Date: 5/28/22 18:35 (UTC)Hot bath would feel good right now. Katuski's been cooped up in this damn trailer for most of the day, only getting out to watch over the delivery of each piece of equipment collection before the escort signs off and the truck gets back on the road. He wants Shoto's company... but settles for doing a bit of needed clean up and then tucking himself away.
Katsuki scoffs into the phone.] Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
[He's not lying. He's fully intending to tackle his boyfriend right when he gets through the door. Might fuck right there on the floor, no shits given. But now he's back to "normal" and nods at the voice on the phone.]
Text me when you get home. [The truck slows and Katsuki glances up.] See you.
[And cuts the call.]