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[hairsplit]

( well, seems like the jury's out about the top debate: shouto may have been the one to get to the elevator first, key in tow, but katsuki is the one that stalks forward into the elevator once the doors split with a pleasant little ding. seemingly still unbothered by it, glancing back at the lobby once to see if katsuki's outburst has now caused them to have the love hotel police hot on their tails, he follows in after him, gently pressing the button for their floor. the doors slide shut, and while shouto expects katsuki to lurk at the back of the elevator like a little gremlin, he finds he's mistaken about his location; it means they bump into each other, as he backs away from the console. one of his hands lifts, brushing lightly down the length of katsuki's arm--and then, embarrassed, cutting away before he tries holding his hand again.

instead, he slips his hand into his pocket, looking down at his feet. the elevator's pretty small, anyway, probably to allow for couples to feel close, excited, warm; for the first time since arriving, he wonders if this going to put a wedge in this thing he's been pursuing between them, or if katsuki is even thinking of it at all. true, they're here for a self-proclaimed mission--and something potentially more serious than that, if it does turn out to be related to the league of villains--but he can't help but think of what they could be doing instead. if nothing bad had happened, they would be back at the bar, pressed together, talking or laughing or even getting screamed at, he doesn't really care which. it's dawning on him that this is now becoming work: and he'll be getting less of katsuki's attention. )

Mm. ( a soft nod of his chin, assenting, as he stares at his shoes and tries to mentally recall the glimpses of that wall of rooms he'd been gawking at a little. ) On our floor... Ah... Four others. The other floors had...maybe one or two each, I think the second floor had three.

( it's a struggle to try to remember which had been which, though--which will likely be a disappointment. luckily, the elevator door opening saves him, and he gestures with a soft bump of his elbow against katsuki for him to make his way out first. )

We should check our room first. There's the possibility that something's in it.

( it's a far fetched idea, but with the way things are going, it isn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, so it makes the most sense. jerking his hand out of his pocket, he follows katsuki, holding the key out to him pointedly to take to unlock the door. )

[blastedass]

[tch, of course he's getting on the elevator first. the "rules" still apply even if they're not walking into the damn building. though for his desire to be first, katsuki pays for it via shouto getting to the floor button first. his own hand's rising, just ready to go for the glowing circle, but abandons the attempt after it's stolen. clicking his tongue in annoyance (because who doesn't like to push the button) katsuki shoves his hands into his pocket and pretends he's never been reaching for it in the first place. they can just stand here in silence, take vigil in front of the door, as the blonde expects shouto to remain to the side in normal statue mode. this is ridiculous. a love hotel? what the hell are they even doing? that person could've been innocently passing an expected date the information they just took! to say nothing of an entire building full of rooms that could house their supposed target. katsuki's busy thoughts momentarily pause when shouto's hand wanders over the length of his arm instead of rebounding off like it should've done. for a second, it almost appears as if he's going to try and take his hand-

nope. damn right, half-n-half.]

Stop staring at your feet. It looks weird. [like shouto's embarrassed about something. even if this entire situation is fucking ridiculous, they don't have to look guilty or shy. who knows what kind of predators are lingering around here to take advantage of anyone they think is easy target. not exactly the way he thought their night was going to go. after the shower post-drunken-mishap at the bar, things between katsuki and shouto had begun a weird progression. he's pretty sure it's still developing, and getting rammed into a love hotel on a mission is... who knows what it'll do? they could be back at the bar, completely heedless of this stranger, talking and eating and drinking. fuck, this asshole's going to pay for ruining his night. he hadn't been done with his time together with shouto! it's not like they have all the damn free time in the world!

least the answer comes with more certainty.]

That matches what I remember. Second floor had two, first floor had three. [close enough. katsuki folds his arms over his chest and scowls into the mirrored surface in front of them. it's going to be even more awkward if other heroes end up getting involved in this. the fucking headlines...]

Oy! Stop hitting me! [right, because a little nudge of elbow to elbow equates to hitting. shooting a glare at shouto, the blonde heads out of the elevator, peering up and down the hallway in front of them and the doors studded along the walls. looks like a hotel, but there's a certain exotic to the decor, an intimate atmosphere in color and design.] Fine.

[katsuki steps into the hall, one hand swinging back to snatch the key from shouto's offered hand without looking. their fingers brush at the quick motion and he pulls the metal item into his fist. number number number... it's an easy enough countdown before he stops in front of the door and inserts the key into the lock. the fob on the end of it resonates with the pad and after a quiet 'beep' the door unlocks and katsuki shoves the handle down before pushing it open.]

[hairsplit]

( like always, a statue that can at least walk and follow orders, he stays at katsuki's side, letting him have the key before he lets his hand fall, slipping it into his pocket. the other follows suit, but the hotel itself is a distraction, even when they're not in the lobby, or in their room: just the hallway is enough, his gaze drawn up to the decorative borders around the doors, the way the room numbers are displayed, the heavy scent of perfumed flowers in the air. it's true that this is nothing like any hotel he's ever seen before: he's never even heard about things like this, other than their mere existence. natsuo might've mentioned them once in passing--but then he thinks that had been more about going anywhere with his girlfriend other than the hallowed halls of their former home.

well, this is sort of the same situation, only not at all. he wouldn't have invited bakugou back to his family home after the mess that happened that first time, anyway; but maybe they would have collided together into one of their dorm rooms together at the end of the night, if things had gone the way they were supposed to. it doesn't matter now.

the sound of the door unlocking draws his attention back down to the room. quiet, he waits for katsuki to push open the door before he stretches his own arm out, above his head, and creaks the door open further so that they can both step inside. at first glance, in utter darkness, there doesn't seem to be anything there: he immediately reaches for the light switch, flicking it on as they both stand there in the entryway, the door slipping past them and shut behind them with a light little click.

...katsuki is probably about to be so mad at him. his random choice? means they're playing prince and princess for the evening, apparently. the room appears to be drenched in shades of red, pink, and black, like some sort of ancient european castle, with a huge four-poster bed and canopy, the floor and the walls done up to look like faux brick or stone. he can't tell. all he knows is that he's very carefully toeing out of his shoes to be polite, swallowing down the urge to laugh--in actual humor, or in fear, who knows--and steeling himself for the inevitable explosion beside him. )

I'll check the bathroom. ( --is what he manages to say, calm and measured, as he steps up into the room proper to proceed. )

[blastedass]

[the worst part is the fucking perfume. it's so damn heavy in the air, flowery and sweet. obviously it's better than reeking of sweat and sex, but the exchange of cloying aromas instead is a questionable trade. smells like one of those incense-stuffed headshops full of candles, rocks, and "mystic" items. of course this is nothing like any hotel they've been in! those hotels are for getting a good night sleep or some time away from home, with the occasional romantic escape happening among the walls. this place is ALL for fucking and sex, a huge difference in atmosphere and setting. not that bakugou thinks he could get into the damn mood with this kind of decoration all around him. maybe the room itself is more tame. he can only hope so as he opens the door and heads inside. the reality that he's going into a room in a love hotel with todoroki behind him is not lost on his spiky head. bakugou's choosing to blatantly ignore that reality.

ah well, if it makes todoroki feel any better, there's a part of the blonde's brain that keeps reminding him if they do end up going even steadier than they are now, there's going to come the moment where he tells the other boy they're going to bakugou's house over the weekend or vacation to meet with his parents. even if he gets along explosively with his mother, bakugou knows she'll murder him if he doesn't let her meet his boyfriend. and part of him wants to see todoroki's reaction when she dotes on him... hell yeah he'll throw his boyfriend to the she-wolf he calls a mother.

and they're not going to say A WORD about this to his parents, thank you very fucking much, half-n-half. he'll make that clear later. but not before snarling over his shoulder at shouto for daring to reach over his head and push the door open like katsuki can't fucking do it on his own via hand on doorknob. at least the other boy gets the lights and the blonde heads into the room, pocketing the key as he scans the area. he's really hoping it's a normal-looking hotel room, simply one used for more carnal purposes, but...]

What the fuck is this shit?! HOW'D YOU MANAGE TO PICK THIS WITH YOUR RANDOM ASS LUCK?! [okay so granted, a medieval castle sort of room isn't horrible, even if he feels like fumikage would like it better. but the drenching crimsons along with black and pink make it look a macabre gothic valentines. the fake brick and stone design isn't horrible, the canopy bed is fucking ridiculous, and as katsuki toes his shoes off in the doorway, he notes the heavy curtains on the windows and a suspicious (ominous) cabinet that likely contains... tools of the trade inside.]

Flush yourself while you're in there. [katsuki rolls his eyes as he begins to explore the room, hands in his pockets and not yet ready to touch anything. at least the room isn't stuffed with flowers and perfume like the hallway. all in all, colors aside, the themed suite isn't the worst shouto could've landed on...

katsuki's just giving him a hard time. like usual.] The windows open.

[hairsplit]

( well, as far as explosions go, it isn't the largest one that he's suffered at the hands of his not-yet-boyfriend boyfriend.

in fact, he's sort of relieved that it's as tame as it is; sure, the people in the room next to theirs might hear the yelling, or they might not. from their view of the hallway, it had been obvious that the rooms are not really that close together, likely to prevent sound overlap, and so there's probably not too big of a risk that they might run into some kind of noise disturbance complaint from arguing. plus, thinking on it, whoever is in the other rooms is likely too concerned with other things to bother with a bit of yelling--that thought makes the back of his neck heat up, embarrassed. one hand rubs over it, sullen, as he heads through the room towards the bathroom as promised.

the room doesn't seem to have much going for it otherwise: the focal point is of course the bed, though there's a decorate lounge chair and a coffee table to serve as some sort of common area, just beyond the ominous cabinet that he also suspects contains things that might make even katsuki blush. even so, the bathroom is quite large, even larger than the one that his parents used to use back home; it opens with double glass doors, which he pushes to part tentatively forward. it's clean, complete with a large tub and a large shower area, though there's no indication of modesty--except of course in terms of the toilet, shut away into a separate room off the side. with a soft breath, he flips the light switch: and then the switch next to it.

interesting. it flashes vibrant colored lights over the tub and shower, enough that he reaches to turn off the fluorescent light to see the effect in relative darkness. with another press, the lights go from all colors to just red: his shoulders lift with a soundless laugh, and he immediately presses the switch one more time to kill all light entirely. )

...The window? ( he repeats, twisting back out of the bathroom to start to approach it, and katsuki, again. ) Mm... It's probably to air things out. But if we're worried, maybe we should close it.

( so that no one can get in. patiently, his gaze swings to katsuki's face, watching his profile closely--like always. he's content to follow his lead, here, at least when it comes to investigation; he imagines katsuki will have a better plan about what he wants to do now that the room seems relatively safe. except for the cabinet. ) What do you want to do?

( --well, speaking of. he lifts a hand to point at the large wooden thing. )

Open that? Maybe.

[blastedass]

[it's mostly because he doesn't want the manager or something to come running in and ask what the fuck's going on. but the entire situation is fucking ridiculous. part of him wants to yell, already tense about being in a damn love hotel with todoroki. the other part of him is growling to himself to focus on the target they're trying to find. now daring the bastard to be something benign and turn their excursion into a pointless endeavor. the quicker they get some kind of clue towards their reason for being here, the quicker they can get the fuck out after figuring it out. he won't have to search the fucking room and find himself wondering about all the different things that have obviously happened in the room prior to their arrival. things the manager is probably thinking he and todoroki are getting up to... fuck.

while the other hero inspects the bathroom, he heads for the windows, pushing them open to look out onto the faux balcony attached to the wall outside. likely not going to be supporting much weight... so that rules out their target climbing up the walls without some quirk aiding them. glancing from left to right reveals more of the fake extensions and windows, separated enough to make jumping between them a difficult choice for someone not trained like the two of them. a straight shot to the building behind them if completely necessary... but it doesn't appear there's been any disturbances. if the person they're looking for is at this location, he feels they're still in the building.

with a smooth slide of hinges and flash of glass, the windows shut and he pulls the heavy blackout curtains across them once again, closing the room off from view and notice outside. a flicker of light behind him catches his attention and he looks over his shoulder. the fuck is all that? vibrant colors come from the bathroom in a strange glow and he can already imagine what the answer is. glowering as he walks to the doorway, the truth confirms his suspicions. lights glowing in the tub and shower, illuminating what should be naked bodies glistening in the colored shine. it goes all red a second later and he pulls back from the bathroom before todoroki can realize (hopefully) that he'd been looking in.]

Already shut it. There's no way that asshole escaped through it without a Quirk. [given the height of the building and the fake nature of the balconies. he scoffs at the notion of him being "worried" about shit. the question turns back to him and he frowns in thought, trying to form what would be an acceptable plan.]

Don't open that crap! You and I both already know what's in it! [they're in a fucking love hotel! nothing but sex-related paraphernalia will be anywhere in this room. from sex toys to naughty literature to protection and the like. trying to focus on their "mission" again...] We know what rooms are occupied. Going from room to room outside isn't happening. We'll have to kick down the fucking doors if we want to find out who's where.

[hairsplit]

( so the window is out, by katsuki's determinations, and the cabinet is definitely out, by katsuki's embarrassment. a part of him considers arguing: do they both really know what's in it? he can't say he is entirely sure what could be waiting in there, other than an extra blanket, or perhaps extra pillows. it isn't that he's naive enough to think that there wouldn't be something in there more suited to the theme and obvious usage of the room, but it's more that he can't imagine just what those things might be, or could be--which of course means he's curious. his gaze steadies, staring at the twin doors of the cabinet, almost like he's warring with the urge to open it despite katsuki's warnings.

he decides, for now, to leave it be. he'll have a chance to peek inside later, maybe, or at least before they leave. with a slow breath, he nods, faintly, acknowledging the words; not only would it be extremely creepy to go from room to room outside, it isn't possible, and knocking on the doors inside...

pressing his lips together, he moves further into the room, approaching the bed. it's a little higher than he likes--and honestly, higher than he expected it to be, the mattress and the frame hitting him nearly at his hip--but he uses a hand to pivot himself up onto the edge of it, sitting there while he considers their options. katsuki might hate everything about the room, and he thinks he understands it, but that doesn't mean they can't sit on the furniture. )

We could get kicked out if we knocked on doors, since things are supposed to be private. ( as usual, he isn't telling katsuki anything he hasn't already thought of, but more speaking his own thoughts out loud like they might catalog them easier that way. ) We could listen outside the doors, because if it's anyone with a Quirk that mimics your body, it would...

( there's a quick swallow, embarrassed. ) ...mimic your voice, as well, but...

( frowning, he stares at the canopy around the bed, like it's easier than looking at katsuki. )

...that might...cause trouble, in more than one way.

[blastedass]

[he's not going to look in the damn cabinet! katsuki already knows what's (likely) in there and neither of them need to get distracted looking at the fucking crap! if shouto wants to go look, he's not going to stop him, but don't expect the blonde to be in any talkative move to explore what he'll find! what he knows for certain is whoever they're looking for is not crouched down hiding in the cabinet. how does he know? ... shut up. katsuki ignores the other boy's attention aiming at the forbidden cabinet and goes back to the front door. a quick turn of the lock and he pulls it open so as to facilitate him sticking his head out in the hall and looking up and down the area. it's all quiet and still. shit. what really had been their game plan walking into this place? banging on other people's doors is not only going to get bad to worse responses, the sight that might greet them could be fucking scarring!

to say nothing of being seen as perverts themselves. and haunting the front to watch for anyone leaving or arriving would only make the person at the counter act. whether by kicking them out or threatening to do so if they didn't return to their room. no one else was waiting in the lobby. the potential doppelganger might not even be in the building. fuck, talk about a pointless chase. unless they search rooms, keep watch, or have the front desk tell them something (which was NOT what happened) they're fucked for going further.

katsuki's taken out of his thoughts when he hears a body sink onto the bed. the door shuts behind him and he locks it as his eyes shoot a glare towards shouto. who is apparently opting to test out the bed. ugh, there's a sight he didn't know he'd ever fucking see: todoroki shouto sitting on a bed in the middle of a love hotel room. the medieval theme kind of suits him in a way, however. katsuki quickly shoves the idea out of his head, mentally throttling his brain for being a fucking stupid horndog. he already warned shouto about touching shit, especially knowing what this place is. if the half-n-half moron wants to get his ass dirty, go for it.]

I know that, you idiot. We don't have any damn options for finding this person unless we stake out the front and back of the fucking building. [which they are currently NOT doing while sitting inside the room. though he has to grunt in annoyance when shouto mentions listening outside the door. it's not as rude as knocking, but it's instead a very skeevy thought, especially in a love hotel. hearing what's going on might be even worse than interrupting.]

THEY'RE NOT GONNA MIMIC MY FUCKING VOICE!! NO ONE TALKS LIKE ME!! [thanks for stepping on that landmine, shouto. even if katsuki's probably half right with that comment. hearing himself talking without his usual... uh... heat, would likely be a massive giveaway. but he really doesn't want to hear HIMSELF doing, you know, love hotel things. the very thought of someone fucking around with HIS body is frankly disgusting. makes his skin crawl.]

Dammit, this is shit! I don't want someone fucking around as me!

[hairsplit]

( well, on the one hand, he can't say he doesn't disagree. one landmine means he's going to step on another, given his train of thought-- )

That's true. They don't know what you sound like when you get off, so they wouldn't be able to copy it.

( he says it thoughtfully, casually, as though that's simply part of the puzzle--it's only once it's out of his mouth that he realizes he probably would have been better off not communicating that between them. it also means he's grateful he didn't continue on with what he'd been planning to say: I know what it sounds like, though.

with a soft swallow, he cants his gaze away from bakugou, politely staring up at the canopy above the bed, instead. it's pinned to the posts for now, draped over the top of the frame and down the sides, and a part of him wants to reach out and feel the fabric; he's never slept in a bed this big, never slept in a bed this high, and it's all very strange and interesting in a way that it probably shouldn't be. )

...Our only choice is to stay until morning, then. We might not find the person, but our presence here might deter them from doing anything.

( his weight shifts slightly on the mattress--even if he stretches his legs down, his feet barely touch the floor. such a strange feeling. )

Or, if something does happen, we'll be here to stop it. ( his gaze flickers over to bakugou again, gauging-- ) You can go back to the dorm, if you want.

( at this point, he's practically throwing himself on every landmine he can... )

[blastedass]

Don't say it like that! That makes it sound even worse!

[He doesn't want someone other than his boyfriend to know what he sounds like when he gets off! The thought of that reminds him vividly where they are and the rumors of these kinds of places. Fuck, now he just wants to be back in the dorm and only having to deal with their annoying dorm-mates. Who have probably heard a lot anyways.

good thing todoroki doesn't go further with that commentary or he would've found himself with a pillow or couch cushion slammed in his damn face. with a growl, the blonde looks to the window and the door, mind churning for an option, but having little to go on in the way of moving forward. like it or not, they're at a dead end without making an embarrassing decision (that could have negative ramifications on their reputations) or a brazen decision that'd make spending any money on this place a pointless endeavor.

can they just write this off as a strange cosplayer and be done with it? it's not like the person in question did anything weird or untoward them. and todoroki just took a note that could've meant anything...]

If they even know we're here.

[annoyed, he can't say anything against the latter part. if something did happen, they'd be here. yeah. so long as they knew it was happening. a brief snarl pulls at his lips and he shoots todoroki an equally slicing glare.]

I'm not leaving your dumb ass alone in this place! So don't fucking say that again.

[resigned, he storms off towards the bathroom.]

I'm getting a shower. Do what you want.

[hairsplit]

( it's not always easy for him to parse bakugou's feelings through his words: sometimes he thinks he can read through them pretty easily, that they come up in ways that are understandable for him, or at least in ways that he can get to the bottom of them without too much issue. sometimes he knows that it's his own personality, his own misuse of social situations and feelings and emotions in general, that leaves him at a disadvantage, and that he misinterprets in ways that he probably shouldn't, and takes note not to in the future. other times, he feels like he's at a total impasse, where he isn't quite sure how to proceed, or what might be best for him, what might be helpful.

he feels a little like he's messed this one up: there's no saving it, no redeeming himself, and as much as he's tried to carry on with letting bakugou be in the lead, at least in terms of making the important decisions, he thinks that this is one that he's going to feel poorly over, one that he's going to analyze by himself, in the dark, wondering how he could have fixed things. wondering how to improve for next time. even as bakugou storms off towards the bathroom, frustrated with the situation, he thinks he can understand at least that much: it's hard when there's no clear right answer, and there's no answer here that will yield them anything more than they already know.

with a soft breath, he slides off the edge of the bed. his feet hit the floor, and pointedly, he follows after bakugou, catching him just in the wide, open doorway of the bathroom. one hand reaches out for the crook of his nearest elbow, pulling at him, stalling him in his steps: he knows that risks retaliation, or at the very least, getting yelled at, but he can handle that sort of thing. )

Wait. ( soft and low, he lets his gaze roam over bakugou's face in the relative dark: and then he tries, one small, tentative smile, just at the corners of his mouth. ) You need...to pick which lights we want.

( 'we', because he's not letting bakugou get into the shower alone. )

I want to be in here with you.

[blastedass]

[todoroki's to be commended for putting up with the explosive blonde as well as he does. a lot of people give up and move on, letting him have the win or simply accepting they won't get through to him. though much of this is his pride and attitude refusing to let someone else outshine him without a fight. some of it is todoroki's lacking social nuance skills, but he doesn't let that be an excuse when yelling at the two-toned boy for his blunders. what's going on right now, however, has nothing to do with todoroki's shortcomings and all to do with them trying to figure out something with no good lead to go on. perhaps he jumped the gun, perhaps he assumed too much, perhaps he made a big deal out of nothing, whichever the case, the blonde feels responsible for them being in their current situation and it pisses him off they have neither answer nor comfortable solution to a way out. he took some of that anger out on todoroki...

he's also too proud to admit those mistakes, much less ask his partner what he thinks they should do. resting his hands on the bathroom doorway, he braces himself in a v-like hang into the bathroom proper, head down and eyes glaring through his bangs at his reflection in the mirror. cursing in his head, trying to go over their options, but still arriving at the same result of inability. he'll feel even worse if they DO miss something important by giving up and leaving, but at the cost of looking like idiots for staying over nothing. what the fuck should he-- should they, do?

bakugou breaks from the mental treadmill when a hand catches on his elbow and pulls him. an angry expression blazes over his shoulder at todoroki, the faintest pops of tiny explosions sounding around one hand. but... there's no explosion or shouting just yet. instead, the frustration keeps his voice ironically quiet for the moment, jaws locked and eyes glaring as if daring the other boy to have some solution he couldn't come up with.]

What? [still growls the answer. if todoroki thinks he ca-

lights?

for a second, he's completely caught off guard. what the hell "lights" is he talking about? until he quickly recalls the multicolored LEDs from earlier. that might've been enough to make him detonate, and just as his chest swells with air to shout at todoroki for his stupid comment, the other boy hits him with the second part.

'we' - because he wants to join him in the shower.

... well fuck. bakugou's breath rushes out in a hard burst and he drops his head again in resignation. fuck it all. abandoning todoroki out here while he washes off isn't gonna sit well with the other boy; he can see that already. so they get a shower together. that's... of all the ideas right now, that's not one he's opposed to.]

So long as it's not green or blue.

[hairsplit]

( practice means his gaze shifts, alerted to the sound in bakugou's open palm--and honestly, that's one option he hadn't even considered, an option that he would maybe even laugh about if he could put it together. if they torched the whole hotel, lit it up in a flurry of explosions, well: that would smoke out all the guests, wouldn't it? that's definitely the wildcard option, something they could never do, but the thought is enough to settle some of his worry. even if bakugou intends to turn those palms up into his face, a string of frustrated detonation, he could handle it; it's just too funny, the idea of them standing in the ruins, their little love hotel completely obliterated.

of course, he risks being obliterated, too. maybe he shouldn't have asked about the lights. cautious, his gaze settles on bakugou's face, waiting: but there's no sharp remark, no sudden screaming, no insults hurled at him. rather, he seems almost--bashful about it all, quiet and grumbling, and a part of him wonders if he managed to somehow maneuver just right into the situation. it could be that he's finally learning a thing or two about subtle social nuance: or maybe he just got lucky. maybe it's because it's bakugou that he can find those little nooks and crannies to gently elbow himself into.

with a short nod, he lets go of his elbow, reaches instead to flick the switch. immediately, the room floods with a bright pink light--he flicks it again, turning, and the pink melts into that husky red, and rather than fuss with it more, he leaves it at that. there are more important things to attend to, which include rounding on bakugou again so that he can, immediately, dip his hands down to the hem of his shirt to start to pull it up without asking. )

How come you don't like green or blue? ( he has an idea, but, even so, he asks it quietly, patiently, as he works bakugou's top up along his chest, intent on undressing him by his own hand. ) Arms up.

( he should have maybe started the water first: or at least filled up the bath, to start, given that he thinks he wants to try to urge bakugou into it after he rinses off. it might be a good way to blow off steam, figuratively and literally. )

[blastedass]

[HE'S NOT GOING TO BLOW UP THE FUCKING HOTEL TO FIND SOME POTENTIAL DOPPELGANGER!! what do you think he is, a fucking villain?! though for sure he'd like to blow the copycat up purely out of irritation it was that person's fault for getting this entire fucking row of dominoes falling and leaving him and todoroki in this mess. granted a smoke grenade could do that, but despite his and todoroki's quirks capabilities of making smoke, neither of them are all that useful for filling a building with it without any harm. bakugou's larger explosions to make that much smoke would destroy shit. though if a certain someone keeps pushing him, there might be an explosion or two going off in his face... maybe he'd end up the one standing on top of a smoking todoroki, like some hunter that just bagged himself the most annoying bastard ever.

he's not going to. doesn't at least. instead, that tired frustration wins out and he ends up asking about the light color instead of throwing a detonation in todoroki's face. this entire experience is annoying and he's ticked that what was supposed to be a decent night out with his new boyfriend was turned into this mess. being in a love hotel with todoroki isn't the worst thing; he just wishes it was of their own volition rather than chasing after some potential bastard. but that said, he's at least glad he's stuck in this embarrassing situation with todoroki. sitting in a love hotel by himself at his wits end without a direction would be fucking enraging, but keeping his mortification private. yet with todoroki, at least he's got the one person he's somewhat okay with seeing him like this around. not admitting it, but... whatever.

bakugou drops his arms and slides his hands off the bathroom doorframe before stepping inside. he moves to the far wall and quietly bangs a fist against it, letting himself vent a little as todoroki deals with the lights. the sudden glow of pink almost makes him snap, but it changes to a deeper red and that's... better. okay... fuck, get over it. he's not going to do anyone any good standing here sulking like this. at least if he gets a shower and cools down, they can think more clearly and be alert once they get out. right, that's at least a compromise. stakeouts don't have to be miserable.

speaking of, he tenses when hands suddenly find the hem of his shirt and quickly snaps a glare over his shoulder when todorki pulls it up. bastard didn't even ask! ... but he pushes away from the wall and turns around, letting the other boy hike his shirt up over his torso. it exposes bakugou's bared chest and stomach, powerful pectorals and washboard abs flexing under his light skin amid the lurid crimson glow. his scars stand out darker on his flesh as he lifts his arms up at the prompt and rolls his shoulders to let his boyfriend pull the shirt over his head and off his arms. a thin simple silver chain drops back around his neck and rests against his collarbones. hey, they were having a night out. he could dress up a little. nice shirt and slacks with belt and nice boots. nothing underneath.]

Cause I don't. [shut up. he likes military green, but that's not the kind of color a place like this would have. getting the same idea, he glances at the shower and bath.] Do you wanna get a shower or a bath? [he said shower before, but if they're gonna be in here, they could go for the longer option. more intimate. wouldn't mind blowing off steam...]


[ooc: just in case i forgot to tell you in one of our other threads, i'm gonna be on limited net access for the weekend/next week due to family. if/when i make some time to get on the comp, i'll be sure to try and hit up our threads throughout the period!]

[hairsplit]

( he's careful about getting bakugou's shirt off, if only because he knows that it's probably one of the nicer things that he owns. the last thing he wants to do is make matters worse when he's already somewhat soothed them over, at least for the interim; so his hands work slowly, pulling and loosening and neatly dragging the shirt up over bakugou's head before he takes a step back, the discarded fabric now loose in his hands. rather than bunch it all up and toss it aside, he takes a glance around the bathroom, finding a towel rack to loop the shirt over, using it as a hanger. at least that way, he's not going to get any wrinkles in it, and the steam from the shower--or the bath--will loosen them if they're there anyway.

when his gaze falls back, it's on bakugou's bare skin: naturally, he ends up in a silent study, chin dropping slightly so that he can admire all the dips and curves of muscle on skin that's drenched in dark red. the scars, blotched out in a darker color, only make him move closer; a part of him wants to run his fingers over them, just as he has countless times before, but he resists the urge. he doesn't like it when people touch his own, so why is it that he always wants to roll over bakugou's with his touch, like doing so might soothe them over? rather, his hands come up over bakugou's shoulders, smoothing lightly from the ends of them to the thick curve of his neck. )

What? Oh. ( too distracted, he's hardly listening--bath or shower, that makes sense. he shouldn't keep pestering him about the colors, so he'll save that for later when there's a good time to ask again. ) Mm...

( one hand slips, palms against bakugou's collarbones so that he can get one index finger under the length of that necklace, lifting it idly to feel the weight. )

Why don't you rinse off in the shower? And I'll start the bath.

( a compromise, maybe: gives bakugou a moment to himself, while something gets prepared for him. of course, either way, bakugou can't go in with his pants on; shouto's hands abandon the chain, skidding down the front of bakugou's stomach and chest to start to feel for the width of his belt, working it open without looking down at it. )


( ooc: omg no worries at all, enjoy your family time and forget about these!! have a good time, no rush at all. ♥ )

[blastedass]

[all the shit he owns is nice! so long as todoroki's not ripping the fucking thing off, he doesn't need to baby his damn shirt! ... okay so it is a dressy shirt and he'd be pissed if it was just yanked off, damage or no. he ducks his head down so the other boy has easier access to getting it over his head, then steps back and tilts his body, letting him peel the shirt down and off his arms. it comes off his hands easily and bakugou reaches for his belt and pants, but stops when he thinks about it. his hands fall to his side while todoroki loops his shirt over the towel rack. tsk, he'll fold it up later. the hang in the steam won't hurt it. would he be surprised to know the other boy thought of the same thing? ... not really. todoroki seems like the kind of guy who would know "old fashioned" tricks like that. the kind of guy who'd know the proper way to wear and fold a kimono or yukata.

bakugou lifts his chin slightly, silently challenging the other boy over... nothing really. just that todoroki's staring at him in that scrutinizing way. when his mind wants to tell him it's out of attraction, but also says it's fucking annoying because todoroki's fucking staring at him. pride gets in the way of both of those and instinctively flexes his muscles, pectorals and abs hardening in the open air, scars shifting slightly along his shoulder, chest, and lower stomach. the red light makes them stand out on his skin. it's not like todoroki's never seen or touched them before. always gives bakugou a slight stay in the mind, since the half-cold, half-hot hero doesn't really like it when people touch his scar. sometimes the blonde will get away with it, brushing his fingers under his eye or smoothing those red bangs back to brush his lips across his brow. but it's not often and he telegraphs his intent enough todoroki can stop him each time if he wants.

but he knows why the urge to touch scars is there... maybe they can talk about it another time, when todoroki's not running his hands over his arms and shoulders, feeling muscle and hard curves before settling on the sides of his neck.]

Tch. ["oh" he says, distracted obviously. as todoroki's hand presses to his collarbone, the blonde reaches up and starts to deftly undo the other boy's shirt one button at a time. fingers work nimbly, passing the pearl-like buttons through the holes. it gives him something to do while todoroki plays with his necklace. it's a solid chain, tight linked to give it a "thick" cord-like design, revealing some weight when the other boy lifts it. you'd know it was there when it moved. another button, then another, opening the shirt further and revealing todoroki's torso beneath.]

No. Because whichever one I get in, you're getting in with me, dumbass.

[he's over the embarrassment from before, the anger still there, but todoroki's managed to stifle it for a bit now. enough that his presence is what bakugou wants rather than privacy. as the other teen's hands go to his pants, abs hardening under todoroki's skimming fingers, the explosive blonde finishes the last button and deftly slips the hem of his boyfriend's shirt out of his pants.]

You look nice...

[hairsplit]

( and here, something a little rare, the sort of thing that he finds almost dumbfounding: a compliment, slipped right from bakugou's lips, almost as though he doesn't even recognize that he's saying it.

they're not much the type for words, although he's come up with plenty of his own, things he's wanted to say to bakugou or things he's wanted to compliment him on, but they always get caught up in his teeth, in his tongue, and he stumbles into them more often than he says them, pointedly, with intent. he's more the type to talk with his hands, with his mouth, to twine his arms around bakugou's shoulders or dig his hands into his hair or reach for him at night, coiled together in the darkness. he knows that bakugou tends to be the same way with him, as if compensating for the fact that he's clumsy with words and feelings: bakugou shows him how he feels by touching him, kissing him, watching him, taking care of him, even.

in the dark, luminous red of the bathroom, he thinks that maybe his blush won't be so obvious: stubborn, it sits high on his cheeks, a silent reminder of how his heart rabbits a little at the thought of bakugou thinking he looks nice. such a ridiculous thing to get excited over. carefully, he lets his hands drop, if only so that bakugou can help him out of his shirt entirely once it's pulled out from his pants. )

I wanted to look nice for you. ( low and quiet, he finds the words he wants carefully, like he's picking out a gift. ) I like it when...you look at me, and it's like your eyes never go anywhere else.

( well, that's equally embarrassing. swallowing, he dips his chin, using his bangs as an excuse to hide a little as he patiently works bakugou's belt apart entirely, not pulling it out of the loops but rather, tending to the front of his pants with careful fingers. )

We'll rinse in the shower and do the bath, then. ( mumbling, trying to firm up his voice. with bakugou's pants split open, his fingertips skim the hem, tugging at it with tense knuckles to start to urge the material off his hips. ) Together.

[blastedass]

[he recognizes he says it. but todoroki better recognize that too and not bring any damn attention to it, or else he's going to get the same kind of reaction the blonde usually gives if someone calls him out on that: angry denial or flippant dismissal.

yet that's something that makes them work well together, the lack of unnecessary or annoying words. todoroki can piss him off plenty at times, asking stupid (in his opinion) questions or being socially naive about shit. but he's not big on small talk and comfortable in quiet without making things feel weird. but it's when todoroki talks with his hands or eyes and his actions that really make him find himself drawn even more to him. arms wrapping around his strong shoulders until he feels the other boy's definitions pressing against his body. hands digging into his hair and dragging his attention one way or another. bodies pressing together under the sheets or darkness as they move with each other in ways that say so much more than words. todoroki encourages him to be more open with those feelings if he doesn't have to say them. convey them with the way he cups the bottom of his chin and tilts his head down to kiss him. or resting his head in his lap in their room while he reads or checks something on his phone. or when he draws todoroki close in the heat of their breath and sweat as their bodies connect in that intimate, primal way.

the red light hides todoroki's blush pretty well, though he has no real intention of pointing it out since the other boy could fire back just as easily. but the blonde still reaches up to brush a thumb across his cheekbone, acknowledging its there without mentioning it. he feels warm under the pad of his thumb... then he's busy with that shirt, finishing up with the untucking and pushing both hands up to todoroki's shoulders to shuck the shirt off them. smooth, strong, broad shoulders. ones he's held onto before as their bodies writhed together.]

Tch. You'd have to try to look bad. [it comes out in a grumble, like he doesn't want it to be a compliment or anything, even though it obviously is. skimming the shirt down todoroki's arms, fingers deliberately tracing and feeling along the way, he slides the sleeves off the other boy's hands, looking down at them to avoid those two-toned eyes gazing at him. stupid words hitting right into his chest...] Why the fuck would I look at someone else?

[he sounds annoyed it's even a possibility, just to hide the fact it's true. he doesn't look at anyone but todoroki when he's with him. the mirror is very interesting right now, letting him escape to the corners of the room while his belt flicks open under todoroki's skilled fingers and his fly pops soon after. the gritty drag of his zipper sounds too loud even with the shower turned on.]

Fine. [they can get the bath warm and ready before they get out of the shower. his hips shift a little at the tug, rocking forward slightly before the material skims down over his hips and boxer briefs. it only needs to get down below halfway on his strong thighs before gravity and the weight of the belt drag his pants all the way to his ankles.]

[hairsplit]

( he could make an argument, patient and sure, about that statement: about either of those statements, but he's finally gotten bakugou's irritation and frustration with the situation down to a low simmer, and the last thing he wants to do is bring it to a boil. a part of him feels sorry that this is essentially his own fault; perhaps he shouldn't have told him about any of it at all, and maybe in the past, he would have done just that. emotionally tight-lipped and reluctant to share anything, he would have keep the experience behind closed teeth and a still tongue; now, with the way they are, and the way things have become, he sometimes has to actively stop himself from just blurting things out to bakugou.

case in point: his previous, embarrassing ramble of words about bakugou looking at anyone else.

so he purses his lips together against a well-meaning breath, shaking his head faintly as a small, private smile twitches at just the corners of his mouth. he doesn't really worry about things like that, at least not when it comes to bakugou: if he wants to look at someone else, then he figures that bakugou would be blunt and tell him outright, and they would deal with it in the same stark, honest way they deal with everything else. there's rarely any sense of jealousy there, either, and maybe he's already too comfortable in something that's somewhat new: maybe he should be a little more concerned. is he being too complacent?

it's that thought that has him leaning in, once bakugou's pants are pulled by gravity down to his ankles, and his own shirt is gone; he pecks him a very soft, pliant kiss against his mouth, without warning, and draws back. )

I'll get the bath going. ( this tub is surprisingly deep, after all: as he draws away from bakugou, increasingly curious, he pads to the wide opening of the tub, examining the TV screen that's encased in one of the walls, the various buttons along the side of the bath, and finally, bending over, he wrenches the knobs to start the water flowing. testing the temperature until it burns hot to him, on the inside of one wrist, he shakes his wet hand off and straightens again, twisting back to look at bakugou: and, without even really noticing, still smiling. ) ...You have to take your underwear off. You can't wear that in the shower.

( well, some things are never going to change about him, but that's okay. )

[blastedass]

[he doesn't blame todoroki for this; the guy had seen someone who looked like bakugou and there was enough suspicious circumstances around the sighting to make it a possible problem. plus with that copycat bitch running around, they couldn't take the risk and not investigate. he doesn't want someone getting hurt while an imposter's wearing his damn face. though the situation right now could've been a lot better. trapped as they are in the indecision and lack of a way forward, it feels stupid to throw it all away and indulge in a bath. well, maybe he could just think of it as a weird ass stakeout and get himself ready for action as they wait. todoroki could probably use the brief reprieve as well. he assumes the other boy feels responsible for this, despite doing what he should've done in letting him know.

though that's not saying much regarding the embarrassing comment from before. he's not focusing on that.

focus instead on the here and now as clothes are getting undone, pushed down, pulled up, and removed from each other's bodies one way or another. it's different from stripping down after practice at school and showering off. this is private, they're alone, and the experiences in the recent path where their bodies have come together and the sounds of todoroki's moans mingle with his own pleasured noises are quickly summoned to mind as he feels his clothing sliding along his skin. once more baring himself to the other hero with the intention of enjoying their time together like this. maybe it won't end up in sex, but as he watches one piece after another of todoroki's clothing vanish, revealing more and more of his naked body, the heat begins.

meaning he's not that surprised when the other boy leans in and lips find his own. a soft, gentle, fast touch that presses his lips against his teeth for a second before todoroki draws back and their lips stretch a tiny bit until separating with a soft shudder along half-open mouths.]

Che. [leaving todoroki to deal with said bath, he leaves to the shower, stepping out of his pants and stripping them off his feet in the process. a quick sweep of one leg and grip of his toes swings his pants across the floor and up into the air with a kick so he can grab them midair and turn them right side out. one arm's all he needs to pull the shower knob and get the water flowing. it's a two-knob deal, one hot and one cold, so yay for playing a fucking safe breaker once inside. as the water warms up, he finishes folding up his pants and tosses them to the side, landing on the countertop with nary an issue. done, the blonde hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer brie-

you have to take your underwear off...]

YOU THINK I NEED A REMINDER?!

[and back to yelling at him before -- WHAP! -- said boxer briefs smack todoroki in the face thanks to an angry, full-body fastball pitch. fuck! like he had to tell him that!]

[hairsplit]

( with the water successfully sloshing into the bathtub, sinking down into the depths of it, he has the time to tend to his own pants: after reminding bakugou, after all, he's going to have to get rid of his own underwear, too, already reaching down to start working out of his pants, easy and practiced. after all, bakugou's fussing with the shower, so it's not like he has to look particularly attractive stripping out of the rest of his clothes--it's not like he has to worry about being watched, or at someone judging him for the very methodical way he's peeling out of his pants and folding them neatly together.

or, well, so he had thought: until he suddenly gets a face full of fabric, a bundle of bakugou's underwear that smacks him right in the face. with a grunt, he instinctively drops his own pants, catching the wad of material as it falls from his nose, away from his mouth, and lands in his hands. a part of him feels--oddly embarrassed, a sudden flush to his face, like he should drop them immediately; the other part of him callously reminds himself that he's had his hands, fingers, tongue, mouth, cock, everything in bakugou's vicinity, and touching his underwear is only natural.

still: he falls into silence, instinctively folding up bakugou's boxer briefs and tossing them with the pile of his own pants. )

I'm keeping them. ( matter-of-fact, and a little teasing, as he bends to strip out of his own boxer briefs, tossing them on top of the pile he's now made by the door. ) Your underwear. You gave them to me.

( there's a hint of mischief in his gaze, even as his face remains carefully blank: and he waits, patiently, near the entrance of the shower, gesturing with one open palm for bakugou to go inside ahead of him. it's more polite, after all, and it gives him the chance to spare a quick glance back to the bath. it's filling up nicely, but it will definitely take a bit more time to get close to the top, nevermind overflowing. they should have enough of a chance for a quick rinse before hopping out again.

of course, once bakugou's in past the entrance of the shower, he's immediately crowding in after him, reaching for his bare hips with either hand as though to keep track of him, or maybe just to keep touching. )

[blastedass]

[exactly he is being watched, because todoroki is looking stupidly attractive as he strips out of his clothes. the way he moves his hands into the hem of his pants, deals with the fly and zipper, methodologically sliding the material off his narrow hips and down the lines of his toned thighs before the intimate shuck of pants leg cloth husks over his calves and off the rim of his foot. yeah, it's not like anyone's watching that sight out the corner of his eye and the reflection of the shower's glass door and whatever peeks into the large bathroom mirror he can get. this is a love hotel; it's going to make sure you can see your partner anywhere they are in the bathroom from as many possible angles as it can.

too bad todoroki only gets to be precise in his stripping, not the folding. he had to make a dumb remark and receive the explosive blonde's response in turn. throwing your underwear at someone's definitely not the nicest thing to do, but considering all the lewd activities he and todoroki have gotten up to together, the reality he's had almost every part of the other boy's body pressed up flush to his own with nothing on in several different states of wetness and mess, and a number of those parts even being inside his own body, is it really such an embarrassing thing to pitch relatively-clean underpants at his handsome face? ... NOPE!

gets the boxer briefs folded up for his troubles anyways. the blonde notices that todoroki folds them in a similar style to how he'd have folded his own clothes. that's annoyingly charming.]

The hell you are. I know where you sleep. [he can get them back later easily enough. a hand sticks out into the water, testing the shower spray's heat. coming along quickly. not surprising, given the nature of this place is ready comfort. it gives him time to watch todoroki shed out of the last of his own clothes. shit, he's attractive... watching him tuck a leg up, seeing the tight fabric slide off the curve of his hip and ass, the revealed hang of his cock and balls between his thighs as he lowers his leg, all in an erotic side profile view... goddammit.

he pushes away the rising flush on his face (and rising something else down below) as he stalks scant steps into the shower and plunges under the spray of the water. face up into it, letting it wash over his brow and pour down his body in rivulets as he runs his hands through his hair to try and relax himself. which is quickly transformed into a bump and push when todoroki opts to get in like someone shoving into a crowded subway train. all that space to step around, but no, this asshole has to get in right against him and grab at his hips with his hands as chest slides against his back.

it shouldn't be any surprise when he gets a tough-palmed hand hooking around the back of his head, fingers fisting in the silken lush of red and white hair, and pulling the taller boy flush against his body, chin sliding over the blonde's strong shoulder as he turns his head and shoves his mouth against todoroki's own for a deep, hard, heated kiss above his collarbone. it's rather possessive in a way... and he means for it to be.]

[hairsplit]

( coming from someone else, he might not take that threat at face value--but coming from bakugou, he knows that he would absolutely burst into his room relatively unannounced, and go hunting for his underwear among all the neatly folded clothes in his dresser. that isn't to say he's completely given up on the idea of taking them as his token prize: after all, that would mean bakugou would have to come spend time with him again, though they're past needing those sorts of pretenses to be around each other. even so, an underwear easter egg hunt would be a little cute...

the thought of it means that he's mouthing a smile in against the bare, naked skin of bakugou's shoulder as he comes in closer. pressed up against him, chest to back, he can feel all the muscles in his body go tense in surprise and then immediately go slack; it feels nice to be close to him like this, arms creeping to loop up around his middle, palms flat to his stomach, groping up against him there. he isn't quite expecting the hand that goes for his hair--or even the mouth that goes for his lips, fierce and demanding and full of possessive fervor, the sort that makes his stomach feel like it's going to bottom out.

the kiss only breaks because his chin ducks away from it; breathless, his tongue swipes over his lips, a hazy-eyed gaze that focuses on bakugou, a little embarrassed, a little aroused, a little warmed over. )

...I know where you sleep, too. ( he can feel the words blurting out of him before he can stop them--and he's not done there. ) It's usually where I'm sleeping.

( trying to hide his smile away, he resorts to dipping his head down, if only so that he can bump the bridge of his nose against bakugou's jaw, guiding his head up enough so that he can tuck himself in there, at the crook of his neck. it isn't so that he can stand there, holding him close--it's more so that he can ghost his breath against the skin, brush his lips across it, and find the length of it down with his tongue, a soft, steady touch that runs up from shoulder to ear, skidding his teeth against the shell briefly.

it's a nice shower. he can tell from the way the heat is spilling out around them, warm and even and relaxing. rinsing off before the bath had been a good idea, he reasons, if only to enjoy something like this. )

[blastedass]

[damn right he would. while he's not a jerk enough to break into todoroki's room and rifle through his stuff, he's more than willing to knock on the door and then shoulder right inside to start doing the rifling in front of him. hey, steal his shit and he'll go get it back; both of them know this will happen. even if it's a simple pair of underwear. but dammit if todoroki opts to fucking hide the thing instead of leaving it in a normal dresser of clothes! you want him to ransack your room like a fucking thug?! maybe he should learn not to throw his clothes at people. there's an idea.

he narrows his eyes at the sensation of those lips curving against his shoulder, though it's hard to prevent a low sigh from escaping his lips when todoroki presses against him like that. he rolls his shoulders and back, molding his shoulder blades and upper back to todoroki's strong pectorals, then arches his spine against the other boy's hard abdominal wall, feeling each individual block of his abs on his skin. the bastard knows what he does to him; he has to. they've been together enough times for it to be made obvious. enough that it shouldn't surprise todoroki that he's the recipient of a possessive, intimate kiss for the trouble of that sensual press.

fingers tighten in dual colored strands, twining within his silken tresses, not releasing even as todoroki breaks the kiss with that breathless little sound. his eyes linger at the corner, fixed on the show of that pink tongue glazing across kiss wet lips before lifting to todoroki's slow-burn arousal showing in his eyes.]

We wouldn't be sleeping for a while. [his words come out a mixture of sensual growl and irritated husk, knowing full well what happens when they sleep together. no real complaints unless it's hard enough tomorrow's a pain in the ass.

he lifts his head when todoroki nuzzles it upward at his jaw, eyes closing and free hand curling against the side of his boyfriend's hips as the taller teen nudges into the crook of his neck and starts messing with the skin there. lips kissing marks on his flesh, tongue sliding down the length of his throat until his pulse races faster and drops south at the same time todoroki decides to run his tongue up to his ear. the sensation makes his skin crawl in a good way, a buzzing rush zipping from his nape to the cleft of his ass. bastard knows how to touch him too...

the more todoroki mouths along his neck, the harder it is to stay unresponsive. fingers dragging and skidding across the curve of the other teen's pelvis, other hand finally releasing his hair only to distractingly run roughshod all over his head without rhyme or reason, mouth locking to keep those hotter noises from spilling out despite the way the blonde's strong body is betraying him with each twitch, flex, or grind.]

[hairsplit]

( it's flattering, the way that bakugou presses back against him--it feels like they're sinking into each other, hard, stiff muscle to hard, stiff muscle; it's rare that he gets to get his arms around bakugou like this, in a way that keeps him almost captive in the hold of them, smashed in against his body. it's his answer for that possessive kiss: a quieter shade of it, maybe, but just as intense beneath the surface. he isn't really the type to get jealous, doesn't mind when other people drape themselves over bakugou or invade his personal space just to get a rise out of him, but that doesn't mean he can't find those feelings of wanting and desire rooted in him all the same. there's something about him that just makes him want to shadow bakugou with the firm comfort of his claim on him--a claim that he nearly makes visible with another skid of his teeth over the side of his neck.

he'll be good, for now. they've already managed to settle down bakugou's frustration with the situation, at least minorly, and he hopes the bath might just wipe out all traces of it: at least until morning, when they wake up in an unfamiliar bed with memories of just how useless the whole thing had been. he has plans for that, too, percolating in his head; a happily fed bakugou is usually a pleasantly pleased bakugou, so he'll have to get up early and find them breakfast. he isn't quite sure he wants to know what sort of room services this hotel has, if any at all. the guides and books near the television had looked more suited for other kinds of deliveries: costumes and other tools.

with a hot breath, sighed against the crook of bakugou's neck, he draws his head back, brushing a light kiss to the shell of his ear in contentment. )

Think we're wet enough?

( it's a bemusing question--he's barely even made contact with the shower spray, other than what's come off onto him thanks to both bakugou's body and the cast off. )

Guess you could use a little more.

( his palms press up, sliding along bakugou's wet skin to grip around the strong muscles in his chest, squeezing faintly before palming back down again. it's easy enough to continue touching him there, caught under the water; it makes it easy to follow the little dips and paths that his muscles make beneath his skin, fingertips lightly tracing over them down his chest, his stomach, and lightly over the ridges of his hips. he could go further--has a feeling he would find bakugou at least a little interested in his touches, if he did--but he avoids it entirely, ghosting over the top of his thighs before pulling back up again to hold his hips.

it's a nice feeling, being in control like this: even if it's just for a little while. )