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[blastedass]

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[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. )

[blastedass]

[when they're in private like this, no risk of anything interrupting or looking in, it's much easier to feel the surge of arousal and wanton desire mix with something softer. intimacy. the longing to feel todoroki's arms around him brings a sense of security and arousal, the sensation of his strong body slotting up against his own ignites an erotic comfort he can't find anywhere else. nor does he want to. there's a reason he's got his arm throw back and his fingers hooked around his lover's head, holding todoroki in his own possessive matter in this position. he's as much his captive as todoroki can hold him prisoner. getting that return of proprietorial touch is a pleasure all to its own. jealousy has always been a factor of his life, though less all-consuming and more a quiet fuel for improvement. he's not exactly immature over his envy, instead acknowledging it and using it to propel himself to greater heights so as to quash that stupid emotion and prove himself the enviable one.

but were he to see someone else sidling up to todoroki and making moves on him, fuck yeah he'd be the burning shadow rising behind them, hand sparking and fist ready to end their lives for moving in on his boyfriend. you don't move in on another man's claim. especially when that man has claimed the other in the same way.

yeah, once all of this sensual distraction has passed, and the rising morning sun reveals their entire evening was hijacked by something that remains unknown and stupid, the blonde's going to be pissed again. whether he doggedly pursues it or angrily casts it aside as sour grapes is up for debate tomorrow. right now, there's something far more distracting captivating his attention. though good luck in getting out of bed without the shorter boy noticing, todoroki. he's not only an early riser, but he can sleep light or heavy depending on his surroundings when falling asleep. unless the half-cold-half-hot hero plans to wear the explosion-in-a-boy hero out entirely, he'll be hard pressed to slip out in the morning undetected.

the kiss breaks and he turns his head around slowly, not wanting to wrench his neck from the over-the-shoulder strain he'd just put it through for the past several seconds. that gentle brush of lips over his ear quickly turns the shell pink and he glares at the wall in mild "irritation" over his tenderness.]

We just got in, idiot. [and how the hell can they be "wet enough" for WHAT?! the fucking bath?! not to mention todoroki hasn't even been properly dragged under the shower spray.] You're the one that could get wetter.

[his growling words cut off in a slight gasp as todoroki cups his pectorals, squeezing and massaging the hard muscle before drawing back down the blonde's tapering torso. a low groan runs out of his lips and he presses one hand to the shower wall in front of him, the other still swung back to stay hooked around his boyfriend's pelvis. todoroki's felt him so much before, and yet the way his fingers follow the contours of his muscles, tracing between curves and over the swells of his sculpture, is a pleasure all to its own. pectorals, diaphragm, abdominal walls, pelvic curve, all the way to the top cords of his thighs, before returning to his waist and pointedly ignoring what's hanging between his legs. bastard. did that on purpose.

just for that one...] Get in here.

[he abruptly steps forward, almost pushing the front of his body against the shower wall, if only so he can use that strong grip on todoroki's narrow hips to drag the other boy straight in after him and get him soaking under the shower spray. that'll make him "wet enough" for whatever they're doing. not that the blonde's wanting to decouple from him, as he kicks one leg out behind him and deliberately hooks his foot around the back of todoroki's ankle. just to remind him not to pull away too far.]

[hairsplit]

( there's half a thought spared to the bath, still running and filling with water outside of the shower--a part of him thinks he should duck out and check on it, but the rest of him is too attuned to the heat of bakugou's body against his, the feel of muscle beneath his fingertips, that he can't bear to pull himself away. maybe the whole thing had been a little bit of a mistake; he shouldn't have assumed that he would be able to separate from bakugou at all, and now they're locked together, hip to hip, back to chest, arms and hands tangled and occupied. it isn't a problem, but it's going to make getting out of the shower even more difficult; maybe he'll just coerce bakugou to leave the shower like this, attached at the literal hip.

the thought would make him laugh a little, but he's trying to temper it down. his mouth presses, closed and warm, into the back of bakugou's shoulder, slipping slightly against the wet skin.

he isn't fully expecting movement, until very suddenly they are moving: bakugou steps into the shower wall in front of them, and without thinking, his feet and his body follow suit, nearly knocking bakugou right into it; the shower spray cascades down between them, soaking the top of his head, his face, down the front of his chest and pooling in the tight fit of their bodies; with a groan of surprise, he jerks his head back, lifting one hand so that he can palm down over his face, wiping the water off from his eyes and nose. )

...I'm wet, now. ( obviously. at least there's a little humor in his voice, though he has to push his hand up and flick his bangs away from his face; they'll drip into his eyes otherwise. bakugou's foot is curled up around the back of his ankle, holding him in place, and without thinking, he leans forward into him, ducking under the spray again as it soaks over his shoulders and back, instead. ) Is this what you wanted?

( there's something pervasively intimate about the position, with bakugou nearly flattened to the cool shower wall--and he might just be taking advantage of it, gently centering more of his weight in against bakugou's spine, forcing him to flatten even further against it.

his arms move, hands placed down at bakugou's hips as though to hold him steady--or keep him pinned. )

Must be cold. ( a soft, thoughtful hum of air, pressed in near bakugou's ear; the tip of his nose bumps down the length of his neck, feeling the wet skin there, trying to gauge the temperature. still, even if bakugou's likely chilly, he's not letting up just yet. )

[blastedass]

[is it too much to hope for that the love hotel would realize its patrons are going to get distracted from doing, fuck, anything, while in there, and thus have a sensor on the tub to stop it from overflowing? no? who the hell's thinking about that now... he's not. too caught up in the sensation of todoroki pressing against him and touching him like this. the curve of his pectorals against his shoulder blades, defined abdominals melding to the small of his back, strong arms wrapped around his chest and stomach, smooth hair tangling in his fingers, the heat of his breath on his skin, the sound of his voice in his ears, all of that's making the notion of separating from the other boy an almost impossibility. he'd rather stumble out of the shower in a tangled mess than let go.

not that he's going to voice something that stupid. instead, a low groan bleeds from his lips as soft lips brush along the rear of his shoulder, encouraging his head to fall back against todoroki's shoulder as the exit-wound scar twinges slightly under that touch.

and fuck any apology that might've been expected for pushing them back into the shower. someone needs to remember they're in the shower for a reason other than to grind all over each other and end up fucking against the wall. he avoids slipping or stumbling himself easily enough, though his body is quick to send all those nerves' reports of how it feels to have todoroki's body sculpture abruptly accented by a deluge of wet running down him. when the other boy tugs his head back, it breaks the spell enough for him to scoff softly at his boyfriend's surprise.]

That's what happens in a shower, dumbass. [he turns his head again to look at todoroki's now-dripping visage, admiring the way his bangs hang in his eyes and that stupidly-handsome face he's always got. the taunt drags a smirk to his own mouth... before it falls away in an unconscious stare of attraction when todoroki runs his fingers up through his bangs and tosses them away from his face.

... DID YOU HAVE TO FUCKING MODEL THAT SHIT WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT?!

damn this guy for being a walking beauty model. he has to shake himself from the momentary stun. luckily that's done for him when todoroki leans into him and now it's the blonde's turn to get soaked under the water. he ducks his head slightly, the shower spray dragging his spiky hair and choppy bangs around his head as red eyes narrow towards his boyfriend's question. what he wanted? under the shower, his chest almost flush to the shower wall, one leg hooked around todoroki's to keep the guy pulled against his back...

it is intimate. enough that his own body instinctively molds backwards against the taller boy's figure to get "away" from the colder shower wall and back into the warmth of todoroki. those hands settled on his hips, large and strong, drag a low groan out of him and he finally lets go of his boyfriend's hair so as to drop his hand and clasp it over the top of todoroki's shoulder. fingertips dig into the muscle, holding on tight and pulling him closer.] Then do something to warm me up, Shouto.

[he can't see his face anymore, thanks to the other boy nosing at his nape and husking into his ear like that, but as he rests his forehead against the shower wall, he focuses on using the rest of his body to map out todoroki's in place of his eyes. running the top of his foot up the back of his calf, pressing his hips and ass back against the other boy's groin and lap, rounding and arching his back to repeatedly stick and unstick their torsos together, rolling his shoulders and shuddering down his spine in response to those mouthing pleasures along his head and neck... it feels good.]

[hairsplit]

( before he had known anything--and even now, knowing what he does--he had never really thought of a love hotel as a place for intimacy, at least not the sort that he's experiencing now. in his eyes, they had been more of a place meant for the sake of convenience: a place to hide things, somewhere pretty and plush to get right to the act of having sex, a place focused solely on achieving that sort of pleasure by any means possible. sure, in some ways he thinks maybe now they could be the sort of place to experiment with things that one might not normally be able to do, or see, or feel: or maybe his thoughts are just spared to that mystery cabinet, one last time, the one that he'll likely creak open later in tepid adolescent interest. so having bakugou pressed up against him, wet and warm and sculpted, is the sort of thing that he expects; he expects the water pressure to be good, the shower to feel hot and aching, and bakugou's hips pushed back against him to draw up interest in the heat of his cock.

he doesn't expect that intimacy to go even further: he doesn't expect the sound of his first name, muttered easily from bakugou's lips, in a voice that makes him immediately shiver in interest.

it's hard to explain the feeling. it's like being dunked in a tub of hot water, unable to breathe, everything just a pressure of heat over his face, his mouth, his throat, his chest; he can feel himself flush, a hot swallow stealing away the little intake of breath that he worries bakugou might have heard, or felt. it's a silly thing, maybe: it's his hero name, after all, and plenty of people say it every day. but when it's bakugou saying it? in a place like this? with their bodies locked together in mutual, wanton desire?

it does something to him. it's the thing that breaks his resolve down, breaks his polite distance into firm desperation. his hands flex, hard and firm at bakugou's hips, and rather than let him continue his exploration, molding them together without sight, he pulls, locking bakugou's ass up against his pelvis, forcing him to feel the hot length of weighted interest rubbed against his skin. with a breath, he skims his teeth down bakugou's neck, a pass of his tongue right at the junction of his shoulder; there, he latches on, a gentle suck of interest as he gropes his hands up and locks his arms around bakugou's middle. there's just enough space for him to get his arms there, after all, between bakugou and the shower wall. )

You're already warm. ( it's a soft, low breath against bakugou's wet skin, where he's left just the faintest mark, something that will easily drift away and disappear in the next hour; his hands press and climb over bakugou's stomach again, one arm looping solidly there while the other hand dips down, a quiet confidence to the way his palm feels for bakugou's cock, skidding gently over the length of it between his legs. ) Should I stop?

( mildly--it's a little bit of a tease, he admits, but it would be fair enough. maybe bakugou would rather save a little energy for the bath; he doesn't care either way, as long as they're together. )

[blastedass]

[he knew about both sides of love hotels. the quick cheap motel used to get off quickly with someone, no fuss just mess and gone. and the pricey intimate hotels used for couples or partners to indulge in nothing but the pleasures of each other for the time. a crass place to crash and vent out some pent-up juice without having to deal with who might be around or frivolous things like leisurely bathing. or a sensual abode to spend time at and get to know the best ways to make toes curl and breaths catch alongside basking in time-consuming showers or naughty toys to make hidden fantasies come true. certainly neither places the explosive blonde would have ever thought he'd be holing up in for a night, and definitely not with someone like todoroki. yet here he is, wrapped up in a love hotel room with the shower pouring down on their bodies as they twist and twine together under the spray, todoroki's strong definitions molding to his skin as his fingers graze over the nape of his neck and his free hand goes wandering around to find the other boy's to grasp and squeeze. hip to hip, grinding together in slow, sensual motions as arousal lifts and thickens between them.

it's not often he uses someone's name. it's means something when he uses someone's first name. but todoroki means something to him. his boyfriend. he gets the damn permission to growl out that two-syllable proof of their closeness. and feel the shudder ripple down the other boy's body in response. he doesn't so much as hear that little gasp from todoroki as he feels it, sucked in against his skin amid the glowing heat of his flushed face. doesn't have to open his eyes to see it or even admit he heard it; todoroki reacts to his name like that and it's enough to make him want to repeat it. no one gets to say the taller hero's name like he gets to.

fuck, feeling todoroki respond so intensely lights a heat in him he's not felt around anyone else. plunging into his stomach and digging straight up through the root of his dick to stiffen into a steel rod as his skin feels a size too small and blood runs double time through his veins. those firm, large hands grip at his hips and hauls back, forcing his ass to mold perfectly within the crux of todoroki's hips, strong cheeks fitting against his pelvic lines as a sharp gasp sucks through the blonde's mouth in an embarrassing hitch. half because of that yank, half because of that sizeable weight sliding between his cheeks and rubbing over a very sensitive valley of nerves with a puckered crater nestled in the center.]

F-fuck- [he cranes his neck back with a husking curse, eyes clenching shut and mouth falling open as his throat arches and his hand tightens hard around his lover's nape as todoroki runs his teeth down his neck and tongues along his trape before clamping onto his skin like a damn vampire. he drops his chest forward for a second before strong arms wind around his torso and bodily pull him back via a haul to his abs, pulling the blonde flush against todoroki's torso once more. god, who ever knew feeling the once-ice-prince get so possessive would be such a turn on?]

Then make me hot. [his voice is a growl, daring and rumbling in a way todoroki can feel through his back into his chest. that mark on his neck is pathetic; it'll be gone before they get out of the shower. he abandons todoroki's nape and crawls his hand onto his shoulder, reaching over his own so he can grab at the hard curve of muscle. so broad, so strong, so smooth. his voice hitches again in pleasure as the taller boy searches lower and fondles over his dick, not even grabbing, despite the blonde's needy rock of his hips into that wandering hand, resulting in his ass rocking against todoroki's swollen member rutting at his backside.] Stop and I'll fucking ride you dry myself.

[at this point, that's not a tease, that's a damn threat, and hell if he's going to take a threat lying down. just to make it even clearer, he hikes his back-kicked leg and slides the top of his foot upward along todoroki's calf to lock it there, promising to yank his leg right out from under him if he dares pause.]

[hairsplit]

( there are words there: words that makes sense, words that twist and build and form sentences between them, maybe even demands. all he can hear is the low growl of bakugou's voice, the shiver that it makes across his skin, the way his body feels molten because of it, like he's forgotten entirely how to control himself at all. in some ways it's terrifying: bakugou pushes him so far past his own comfortable boundaries, pushes him to places he's never been before, to feelings he's never felt before, to things he never even knew existed. he had no idea the sort of aching heat he would feel, hearing someone say his name like that; he had no idea the sort of possessive fervor he would feel, having bakugou's body gathered up firmly in his hold, unable to break free of it. he wants him just as badly as he wanted him the first time, the messy crash of their mouths and hands and bodies together in that club, drunk and stupid. that sort of thing had never seemed reasonable: not with the way he'd seen other relationships around him.

the bath is forgotten, for now. the water could be brimming near the edge of the tub and he would have no idea, wouldn't be able to hear it over the shower and bakugou's shallow breath. the heat of his hips back against him, the warm weight of his cheeks around him, the press of his foot, the promise of relentlessness: all of it mixes together into something heady and demanding, something he wants no escape from. his only solace is in the fact that when he presses bakugou forward, pushing in against his ass, pushing in against his back: the shower wall is there, too, something to steady them against. the arm wrapped around his middle holds bakugou close; the other hand keeps enough space there to fist his palm at the base of bakugou's cock, squeezing plaintively in interest. )

I won't stop. ( it doesn't have to be said: like so many things, he doesn't think the words have to be there. but it's something that he's learning he can do, now, that he can put feelings into words and let them fall between them; bakugou has never scolded him for it, never told him anything he said is stupid, or unnecessary, or that he doesn't want to hear it. there's something prevailing and invigorating about being able to learn his own tongue--being able to learn his own feelings. ) I won't.

( he knows better than to press too hard; his hand moves, slick with shower water, along the length of bakugou's cock, going from base to head and over the slit, learning the shape of him again just like he does every time, a reassurance and a pleasure. he could never forget the feeling, just like he could never forget the sound of bakugou's voice: but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy taking the time to let it all wash over him, like the heat of the shower.

it's gentle, at first, the movement of his wrist, as though ensuring that the head of bakugou's dick won't end up smashed against the shower wall; there's just enough space, but even so, he curves his hot palm down over the head with every pass of his fingers, as though reassuring that the only thing he'll hit there is his own skin. his chin lifts, mouth pressed to bakugou's neck for a few hot breaths, earnest and measured; he finds his way up to his ear, ghosting teeth against the shell of it for a very quiet, very determined rumble into it-- ) Katsuki.

[blastedass]

[the bath overflowing is likely a problem, but neither of them are focused on that right now. perhaps it has a sensor to turn off. people would obviously get distracted in this place. like now, when todoroki's completely enveloping his mind with these touches, each puff of his breath against the back of his flushing ears driving away everything else save for the warmth of his strong body against his back and the pouring water spilling over them. seems some kind of liquid is a common factor in their intimacy. from overflown on liquor the first time to a shower-drenched "redo" of their first time to this water-logged grind todoroki's sinking him into without regret.

one sensation, another, a third, the weight of his dick slotted between his cheeks, veins pulsing and velvet soft glans rubbing along the cleft of his ass, able to discern the glide of his pectorals against his back and the gentle drag of pink nipples along his shoulder blades, the cabling of his achilles' tendon against the top of his foot, those strong hands cupping around his middle to hold him close and encircled around the pulsing length of his shaft as todoroki slides it all the way down to his base. it earns a harsh throb, a choked grunt in desire, and a lance of clear precum jetted from his tip to join the clear water droplets leaking down the tiled wall. more viscous, more lewd, more needy... his hips buck backward on their own before nudging forward, torn between thrusting towards todoroki's cock and pushing his own into his fist.]

Good. [even if it didn't need saying, hearing it brings a rush of arousal through him. todoroki can say a lot of things that piss him off, but these intimate moments, when his voice comes free with lewd compliments or sincere promises or curious questions, a reminder of how much he's grown into his own person, are impossible to respond to with anything other than interest and desire. proving todoroki knows him well, saying these kinds of things to him even when they'd get him yelled at in other situations.

he drops his forehead against the tile again, teeth alternating between clenching between spread lips as a breath hisses into the steam, and hanging half open as his tongue curls and a low moan manages to fall out. his length twitches and jumps in todoroki's hand, nerves firing off all sorts of detail, from soft skin to slight callouses to the creases under his joints to the surface of his palm, and how it feels when he slides his foreskin up and down the hard pillar of his shaft until the entire thing aches. it should piss him off todoroki takes the time to learn his shape and size every time, and yet it's so damn endearing and arousing he can't bring himself to mean any impatient growls at him to hurry up. smearing pre on his head, playing with the slit there that makes his knees almost buckle until that foot hooked around his calf doubles to anchor him on his legs. he likes todoroki's hands. warm and cool, large and strong, tender and detailed.

the mixture of that gentle hand, its measured motions, and todoroki's hot breath on his ear saying his name with enough vibration he feels it in his head, threatens to have him sinking against the wall. legs bracing, he reaches back with his hand, wrapping it around his boyfriend's hips and digging into the narrow curve of his waist. holding on, clinging to him to keep himself up and return those intimate touches. determined despite the pleasure, he moves, pushing with his foot and legs to slide his hips up, tightening his ass cheeks around todoroki's dick to start squeezing and gripping at him. it's nothing like a hand, but it's enough to offer back that pleasure. head rubbing along his cleft, shaft sliding against the inside of his buttocks, the occasional drag of his hole against the swollen tract lining the underside of todoroki's cock. he wants him to feel the same desire returned in full.] ... Shouto.

[hairsplit]

( it's easy to read bakugou's movements in times like these. even during training, during mock battles, during tournaments or in real fights where it matters, bakugou moves like he means it, like he's already plotted ahead the entire trajectory of his body, of his hands, his feet, his legs. it's a marvelous thing to watch, and more importantly, a useful lesson for his own movements; he can learn so much from tracking bakugou with his gaze, watching the artful, determined way he flings himself through the air or rockets himself forward with his hands, but there are times that even he can't read him as well as he wants to, times where they sometimes still clash together despite his best efforts. he isn't quite as detailed with his observations as someone like midoriya is, though he's learned more from the both of them in that respect--but here, he thinks he would have even someone like midoriya beat. no one knows this part of bakugou the way that he does; if he allows himself the perverse pleasure of feeling self-important about it, he just won't admit it out loud.

no one can touch bakugou like he can. no one can feel him tense around him like he can. no one can put their hands on him, grope down to his cock, touch him and make him come like he can. and while he may not be an expert study when it comes to training just yet, he is keenly, enticingly aware of the way that bakugou moves when it's their bodies seeking out pleasure together. he knows what to do, now, knows how to work together with him.

and he knows that bakugou's trying to answer him in kind. he can feel the way his cheeks tighten in around him, the way he squeezes there, the heat overwhelming in a way that's nearly painful; it feels a little shameful, the way he ruts in against bakugou like every little jolt of pleasure from the head of his cock along the tightened skin of his hole brings him closer and closer to desperation. it's as teasing as it is exhilarating, and the tight pressure of the muscles around the length of him is almost enough to trick his senses, hazy and lust-filled. if he closes his eyes, presses his mouth to bakugou's ear, grips his hand around his cock and teases it, he can almost picture a different scenario, something that bolts a pattern of heat down between his legs.

he knows he's one of the only things keeping them upright, now: bakugou's weight is sealed in the grip of his arm around his middle, and the mercy of the shower wall in front of them. but it's so hard to keep his knees stiff, to keep his weight measured between his heels when all he wants to do is buckle. and bakugou has the audacity to say his name again-- )

Mngh. ( it's something between a groan and the start of a sentence, like he wants to say something, but his nerves get the better of him; he's already warring with the urge to push bakugou right into that shower wall, smash their hips in together and rut himself to orgasm between his cheeks. so, in answer: ) Katsuki? Katsuki.

( it's not really a question, not really an answer, not really pleading, not really begging; but there's a thread in his voice that's slowly being unraveled, and his hand fists a little tighter along bakugou's length, jerking him off with a little more fervor, like he intends to get him off before he has a chance to ruin it by doing it himself, first. his chin drops, mouth skimming the lobe of bakugou's ear before it seals down at the junction of shoulder to neck again, and though the last mark had been idle, something soft and teasing, his teeth sink in now with real purpose: the purpose to muffle the sound of his quiet, eager moan, bucking his hips in gently against bakugou's pelvis, threading his dick pointedly down and up again.

his hand angles up: his fingers clutch in, just enough pressure to keep him heated and warm without squeezing hard enough to lose his erection; his entire body pleads in against bakugou's body, but he's the one that's in control, here, their bodies sealed together by the vice of his attraction. )

[blastedass]

[todoroki'd better take some damn in knowing his body as well as he does; no one else has gotten this close. he's never felt someone's hands exploring his flesh like this, never felt another guy's body slotting up to his own so perfectly it feels like two puzzle pieces pressing together. he's wrestled, battled, fought, and all of that fades to nothing when todoroki has his hands on him. everywhere he touches, everything he touches him with, ignites in his mind with one brand after another. his fingers, they splay over this or curl around that, his chest presses to one area, his mouth touches down on another, his hips slot against his own and slide back and forth, his legs alternate between slipping between his own and remaining caught by the blonde's. every piece of todoroki is something he's both felt and craved more of. it's no fucking wonder that he's grasping at him with as many limbs as possible, wanting to drag him close and never let go.

after all, no one gets to touch todoroki like he does. no one gets to hear his normally-calm voice hitch with a jolt of heat when todoroki's dick's gripped between his buttocks. no one can feel the race of his heart as they grind naked beneath the shower pouring down on him. no one else gets to feel the softness of his lips or the fine silk of his hair when he fists that two-toned head of his and drags todoroki into a kiss that threatens to suffocate him for breath.

he should be chiding himself for being so wanton towards this guy. face heating up in a show of lust, his own hips pushing backwards without permission each time todoroki's cock slides between his cheeks, his breath coming short as that oozing tip skips over his hole and barely misses connecting them together even more deeply than they are now. teeth find his ear and it earns todoroki a sharp pant, snarling at him to stop when the blonde really means anything but that. he hikes his leg up behind him again, actively dragging foot and ankle over the swell of his calf and the flexing tendon of todoroki's achilles. before dropping one arm and swinging it behind him. strong fingers and a tough-skinned palm clap against the other boy's hips, feeling along the curve of his pelvis and dragging hard with straining grip towards the plush twin mounds of todoroki's ass. this is his too.

maybe part of him wants to make the powerful hero behind him crumble. if his touch is enough to bring him down, that's just one hell of a stroke to the ego. yet that same hero is pressing against his own tower with force after force, making his knees shiver until one of them hits the shower wall with a thud, joining his chest and cheek as the blonde presses against the slick tiles. no... he wants to fall too. fuck.]

Guh... [don't say his name like that, you asshole. questioning, determining, almost panting as todoroki's hips rut up and down against his ass. his cheeks rub along the curve of his pelvis, fitting perfectly in his lap as the taller boy's cock slides along the insides of his rear muscles and grazes his hole with alternating runs of his oozing tip and his shaft's pulsing underside. the latter one's even more dangerous, a visceral proof of what could be inside him.] Sh... sho- .... Shouto.

[that cool hand seizes around his shaft even tighter and it's enough to drag a bark out of his mouth, head rolling to grind his forehead against the tile instead of his cheek. his free hand slaps onto the wall above his head, clawing at the slick tiles as his other hand digs his fingers into todoroki's buttock. squeezing him as the hero starts jerking him off. fuck, fuck, fuck- that's not fair, dammit! mouth on his ear, chin bouncing on his shoulder, and teeth suddenly finding purchase on his previously-abused trape. hard.]

FUCK!! [ashen blonde shoves against todoroki's shoulder as he throws his head back, throat craning in the air as his other knee slams into the wall, dropping his body into a sag that's supported only by the unforgiving surface in front of him and this merciless beast behind him. each stroke up makes his mind wild, each pull down packing his orgasm into his balls tighter. his entire body's pulling tight, struggling against his own climax because this feels too good to stop. it's so stimulating, fingers pinching him enough to keep him hard but not enough to let him break.

is he edging him or trying to get him to come? he can't fucking tell. he wants to do both, strung between the two desires as he turns his head and pants hard against his boyfriend's ear. it's sweet torment and this bastard's going to kill him for it.] Sh- shouto... fuck.. would you- ah! Haa! -just pick one, dammit! Let- make me cum... or fu- fu- guh... haa- ah-h... fuck me.