[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: 5/27/22 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.]