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"Katsuki Bakugo. Make it fast or hang the fuck up."

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[blastedass]

Wednesday at 8pm till 2am.

[Yeah, night shifts. He knows he follows a schedule, but he also knows heroes can't be picky and thus wants to at least keep his body able even if he has to break schedule every now and then.]

If they're full, yeah. My arms aren't bare even if they're gone. I've got those gloves and wrist guards.

You know I do. Just clenching my fists means you can see my muscles move.

[It's the trying that Katsuki's gonna help with.]

[heir_conditioned]

I'll meet you at your place, we can go from there.

[Nothing that Shoto is going to complain about, night shifts or not it's hero work and that's what they do. It doesn't matter what time of day so he'll be there if that's the shift. For now he's busy imagining taking things off of Bakugo and is otherwise engaged by it.]

They're not bare, but more than they were. But I can see them, even when you're not clenching your fists. Sometimes I had wondered if you had a mind reading quirk, you already knew I'm thinking about your summer costume. There's no reason to do much with that. Even when you're turned away I can see every defined part of you.

[blastedass]

That's fine.

[He's good with dropping that piece of the conversation. Seems like Shoto's got his attentions focused elsewhere and this is kind of getting interesting...]

Maybe I just know how you think more than you think I do. I know when your eyes start wandering. Which do you like more, when I'm facing you or turned away from you? My chest and stomach, or my back? I know you can see my muscles under my top.

[heir_conditioned]

[They certainly have other things to talk about. Shoto honestly had no expectations of this but Bakugo mentioning the way his muscles flex certainly garnered his attention.]

Do you really? I never mean to make it obvious. It's a hard question you asked. Both have their plusses and especially in certain situations. If it's still with your suit, your back. The way your shoulders look, the slope of them from your neck, everything about the outline of your body is attractive. Maybe that's why I'm obvious, even if I'm going to have to work on that. It's hard not to look.

[blastedass]

[This is a good enough expectation to have. Shoto's trying to learn how to sex via the whole "what are you wearing" think and now he gets to see the fruits of it. And probably more of how it's supposed to be done.]

You're not always subtle, dumbass.

So if you're looking at my back, and I reach for something above me, you can see the way my shoulder blade moves under the material. Notice the edge of my suit kind of slipping against the back of my shoulder. Bet you can even see the ripple of my ribs underneath, huh.

Does this mean you wanna take me on my hands and knees?

[heir_conditioned]

[He is definitely learning.]

I try to be. I can't help it sometimes.

Yes. Or when you get angry and raise both of your palms upward, it changes the way you look too. It defines your shoulder muscles, you're so much more tense. Everything looks dangerously appealing and I've been sorely tempted to face that wrath meant for someone else just to have my hands on you.

[Ohhoho. He had not been thinking about that, this is about clothes and yet, no that's much more of what his mind is on.]

To start with, yes. I like to watch your expressions, I like to know when you're looking and what you're looking at. Even if sometimes it's difficult for how distracting everything else feels.

[blastedass]

Fine. So long as you don't start drooling all over the place.

You know I put a lot of work into my shoulders and upper back to deal with the recoil. Of course I'm gonna have definitions when I use my Quirk. Wonder how you get through our training classes without a damn boner. I bet it's hard for you, especially when I start sweating.

Wonder what you wanna rub all over my shoulders more, your hands or your dick...

[This is starting to turn into an amusing little diversion. Talking about himself in Shouto's eyes.]

Heh, you're lucky I like it on my back more than my front. It's stupid how good you look when you don't have that dumb blank expression on your face. You get so intense when you fuck.

[heir_conditioned]

I don't think that will be a problem...?

Until very recently it wasn't a problem, but after getting here it has been. I can be professional when I need to be, but there are times here that I don't want to be. I'd rather follow my instincts and see where you let them take me. To answer your question I'd rather my mouth.

[It's... Fun. This is actually fun, not awkward or weird or something he seems to be messing up. If not a little bit at the beginning he suspects, but all that and the thoughts of Bakugo racing through every part of his mind. He's so unashamedly blunt and it pulls electricity along his veins.]

I'll remember your preference. Anything I 'get', anything I 'am' is spurred on by you. I'd be afraid to be as aggressive with anyone else.

[blastedass]

That's good to know.

You could've just said "my mouth", you know. And I'm not asking you to be professional when we're together like that. Don't want you to be either. There's nothing fucking "professional" about sex.

[Yeah, this place is certainly to blame for a lot of these growing feelings and urges, for the relative comfort in talking about such things out in the open like this. But not everything's been bad about it...]

That your way of saying you're blaming your boners on me? I'm flattered. It's kinda weird seeing you get all aggressive normally, but in bed? Fuck, it's hot.

[heir_conditioned]

Would "my mouth" have sufficed? I enjoy biting down just as much as I enjoy "my mouth". It's too vague. I'll keep my professionalism to myself, but not my hands.

[If it hadn't been, there never would've been the tryst in the dressing room and then there may not have been anything. Instead it broke that dam and Shoto is happier for it.]

Yes. You're the subject of my thoughts at times that prove sometimes awkward if I were in public. I'm glad you approve, I don't think I could be another way. I could try, but you make my mind slip away from wanting to be polite.

[blastedass]

Good point. Had some fucking marks all over my neck last time thanks to you.

I like when you cool your breath, though, when you bite me. It feels good.

[And he doesn't want Shoto to be 'professional' at all, despite bitching at him about marks and people seeing and other shit he stops caring about when the heat takes over.

At least Shoto got his lesson in eggs before that devolved into a trip to the bedroom. Even if it meant Bakugo now has some... issues when he cooks eggs. Pavlovian response, dammit.]

I can't tell if you're reading some kind of pervy poetry or you're just talking horny and flowery.

But can't say I've never ended up jerking off in the shower cause I thought about what we did.

[heir_conditioned]

I'll do it again. Every time if you keep letting me. All of it, as long as it feels good for you, too.

[What else feels good is being honest with Bakugo, even if it's starting to take it's toll. Flooding thoughts of Bakugo on his back, or being able to kiss and bite at his neck or his collarbone aren't things that don't already have his blood to a simmer.

Poor Bakugo, though, breakfast must be... hard.

Alright, he should've known to just be more direct. There's also a reason that Shoto's statements are getting shorter, thankfully more direct too. It's because he's alone enough to wriggle free of his pants enough from his hips down. That'll take care of the future problems he's going to run in to, mainly with clothes, which are his sworn enemy by the time he loses the want to think past instinct.]

Which time? Which of the times do you think about?

[blastedass]

So far you haven't bitten my dick off or screwed me up so bad I can't move.

[Well, couldn't move later on, since moving immediately afterwards could be difficult.

He's not having the easiest time right now himself. Then again, talking to Shoto about their experiences together wasn't a topic Bakugo expected to go on about at length and not have some kind of reaction. He remembers, vividly, how Shoto feels. The bite of his teeth, the warmth and cool of his body, the sound of his voice in his ear...

Oh shut up. You fucked up eggs for him for life, Half-n-Half Bastard.]

The first time in your bedroom.

[After his eggcellent cooking lessons were waylaid by a horny individual. But there have been other times as well over the months. Synchrony and simply because he wanted to. Bakugo leans back against his bed, eyes lidding as he slowly runs one hand down his chest and stomach, slipping it into the hem of his pants.]

When we met on the beach...

[heir_conditioned]

You don't have to worry about either of those things.

[Yeah. Maybe at least one of those things temporarily, for sure.

Even while Shoto reads and knows what his own intent was for this whole thing, he's torn between which he'd rather do. Continue to run his fingers teasingly along himself, or just tell Bakugo to come over. ...Then again that defeats the purpose. No, he's going to learn it.]

You think about them a lot? I do. I'm thinking about it right now. It's hard to type.

[blastedass]

Who the fuck said I was "worried" about either of them.

[Well, he knows Shoto's not afraid to use his teeth, so hell if that's entirely off the table to be concerned with.

Technically the purpose of this has been to incite and arouse, and that's been accomplished and then some. There's no end game beyond that, so it's free to whatever Shoto's thoughts are. Bakugo's eyes lid, breath picking up a little as he curls his fingers under the material of his pants. These things aren't going to last too much longer... Pants.]

Yeah. Heh, you better be thinking about them. You know you can always switch to video, Half-n-Half.

[heir_conditioned]

If you're not, all the better for me then.

[The invite to turn it to video hadn't ever hit him and Shoto turns his eyes for a moment to the empty apartment. Then back to his phone and then down to his hand, one that hadn't exactly been doing wholesome things while he's trying to type with the other.]

Before you do, you should know that I'm not just imagining things. I'll call you if you're okay with that.

Text --> Video

[blastedass]

Aren't you lucky.

[Bakugo arches a brow at the pause, though isn't entirely surprised Shoto's taking a moment to evaluate his options. The guy doesn't exactly live with an entire floor separating him from his apartment. Someone needs to get his house ready... He eyes the screen as the words appear, before smirking at them in response.]

What, you forget I've seen you naked before?

[And then promptly sends Shoto a video invite.]

[heir_conditioned]

Yes.

[An honest answer for what he believes is an honest question. Everything else gets stunted for the sound of the video call. It doesn't take Shoto long, by the time it gets there he's already hucked his shirt somewhere to the side and is in the midst of using an extra pillow to settle the phone on.

Across his face is a light flush that the phone's dim light reveals from the angle of his camera. By far he's not blushing, he's flustered himself and even if Bakugo can't see what his hand is doing, it's otherwise obvious. You know, if he weren't barely changing his expression. Bakugo is the reason he makes those different expressions, not his own, boring hand. When he speaks it's a little laboured, but nothing Bakugo hasn't heard before, either.]

You have. Doesn't meannh that I shouldn't warn you.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo holds the phone up to his face, scanning the image that flicks into being on the screen. They're so far away from each other, and yet with this, he can see Shoto. He's not sure if that makes the longing easier or worse. Shirt already gone, his eyes able to run over the scant flashes of his bared collar bones and a peek of naked shoulder as the other boy moves the phone. Fuck... not seeing all of it makes him want to see more of him.

Damn screen keeps moving. Bakugo narrows his eyes in annoyance, but can't help the slight jump of arousal whenever the jostling screen captures some lewd aspect of the Shoto's figure. That flushed face, the unseen but easily assumed motions of his free hand, the way he speaks to him, filling his ears with his voice that sounds labored across the distance between them. The blonde clenches his own hand around himself and then starts shoving at his pants. working to shed the now-uncomfortable clothing off his hips and legs.]

Ch, maybe I might like it if you surprised me with showing up doing something lewd like this.

[An incoming video call out of nowhere, only to open up to Shoto's flushed face and panting breath...]

[heir_conditioned]

[At least the jostle of the phone is only in the beginning. There's been a conscious effort on his part. However. Seeing Bakugo's face on the screen makes it easy for Shoto to decide that it only makes him wish he were closer. He could be putting a stop to conversation, guaranteed that Bakugo wouldn't have to be touching himself and at the same time the idea of any of that, plus knowing full well that Bakugo is moving in some fashion akin to him makes Shoto wish they were face to face all the more.

Enough that his eyes shut momentarily with a jittered breath and an even quicker intake of his next one. He has to slow down, or well he doesn't have to, but he wants to. It's evidenced by at least his shoulder not moving as quickly with the angle of his arm barely in the shot.]

Only maybe?

[There's sometimes where Shoto understands something right away, and normally he wouldn't call Bakugo on it but both of them are so much more amicable in this state. It's evident he's biting the back of his lip, letting it slip from his teeth.]

If I was there you wouldn't look so calm.

[He doesn't look calm, but the point is there and Shoto using words isn't great in the best of days. Right then, when his mind is only tinkering with thoughts of how warm and tight Bakugo's body feels isn't going to change that.]

[blastedass]

[The ironic part is that they could indeed close the space between them. All it would take would be the sacrifice of pause. Time spent getting up, getting dressed, leaving the room behind and going to a place to meet. But that also entails taking his hand off his body, stopping the phone call, losing the sight of Shoto's face and the tantalizing temptation of a body he can't see fully. Bakugo knows what the other boy's doing, and how it affects both of them, from Shoto's pleasure to the heat rippling up his own flesh. Face to face... is it worth the pause?

Bakugo shudders as sensations ripple down his spine, teeth clenching to shut off one of those hotter noises that want to pull past his lips. Stubborn. Fingers curl and his body shifts on the bed, the audible scuff of sheets running against his skin. Fuck... So damn tempted to leave this damn place.]

Only maybe... you do it too much and I'll... ngh... start expecting it.

[And that ruins the surprise factor. Bakugo digs his hand into the sheets, wiping some of the preliminary mess on the material. Ugh, these academy beds are so damn starchy... Well that's his damn luck for getting called after training. The blonde's head jolts as he takes himself in hand once more, dropping back in the phone screen. Fuck-]

Don't fucking tempt me... I might... make you come find me.

[Calm isn't a good description right now. He tents a leg, dragging a foot along the bed to help alleviate some of the sensations as he adds a wringing motion with his wrist. One red eye opens, staring at the phone above his face.]