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« Great Explosion Murder God » 💥 Dynamight 💥 TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Katsuki Bakugou ✦ My Hero Academia
RESIDENCE ✦ Bakugou / Midoriya Residence
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
"Katsuki Bakugo. Make it fast or hang the fuck up."

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[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.]