[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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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.]