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Date: 9/1/23 20:32 (UTC)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!]
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Date: 9/3/23 22:41 (UTC)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. ♥ )
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Date: 9/11/23 23:37 (UTC)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...
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Date: 9/13/23 02:21 (UTC)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.
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Date: 9/15/23 00:03 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 9/17/23 22:24 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 9/19/23 21:26 (UTC)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!]
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Date: 9/27/23 04:25 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 9/27/23 23:46 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 10/6/23 05:01 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 10/8/23 17:31 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 10/11/23 04:02 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 10/11/23 15:17 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 10/18/23 03:17 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 10/18/23 15:22 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 10/25/23 04:20 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 10/25/23 23:37 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 10/30/23 01:02 (UTC)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.
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Date: 10/31/23 04:10 (UTC)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.
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Date: 11/6/23 00:30 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 11/7/23 03:30 (UTC)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.
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Date: 11/10/23 04:46 (UTC)it isn't that he doesn't know what he wants, but that want is driven mostly by the impatient jut of his own hips, the precum that dribbles between bakugou's cheeks, making each pass and press a little slicker, a little warmer, a little more desperate. the way his hand curls around bakugou's dick, jerking him off nearly into the cold wall of the shower, where most of bakugou's weight has nearly collapsed already, braced there only by the weight of his arm and his own determination, seems to be pointing towards an eager, sudden orgasm, but the more that he thinks about it, the more that he forces his mind out of his dick, the more he thinks he shouldn't go that far. it isn't that he doesn't want to, and it isn't that he doesn't want to feel it, see it, be the cause of it, but rather: he doesn't want it like this right now.
not that there's anything wrong with something like this, quick and a little filthy, with bakugou like pudding in his hands--this is something that will fuel enough idle fantasy, even like this. it's more that he wants so badly to be inside of him but doesn't know how to articulate it; bakugou's even given him tacit permission, given more than tacit permission, demanding or maybe even begging, if he could call it that--but he doesn't know if he can manage to hold bakugou's weight up, and his own weight up, when they're both aching and they're both close and they're both pleasurably frustrated. he could manage it, of course, laced with determination--but why suffer when there's a much better option?
with a soft curse, muffled in against bakugou's abused shoulder, he laps along the bite mark, a gentle apology that doesn't need words. his hand squeezes, passes down bakugou's hard cock once, twice, then a final time, sliding neatly off the head with a bit of that precum strung between his knuckles, smeared on the gaps between his fingers. )
I want to. ( a quiet admission--but it means something, when it comes from him, when his voice is curved into the shell of bakugou's ear, hot and desperate. ) Come on.
( it's so hard to pull his arms back. everything about it feels wrong, like he wants to gather bakugou up in his arms and squeeze him, relentless; a part of him considers maybe going back on his own plan, throwing it all into the wind and rutting up against him until orgasm, but the bath is there for a reason, and he wants to see bakugou's face when he does it. after hearing his name, spilled from those lips, he's nearly lovedrunk on it, delirious and warm: his hands placate themselves at bakugou's hips, clutching him firmly, manhandling him until he's forced to stand on his own two feet there, just beneath the shower.
did they even really shower? not that much, but he doesn't find himself caring. instead, he's forcing one hand down the length of one of bakugou's arms, pulling at him when he hits his wrist, stepping backward with a brief hiss of breath; even without being inside of him, it feels like an odd amount of distance when his cock slips out from the wet clutch of bakugou's skin, pulling his teeth over his lip to try to muffle any sound of disappointment. he's doing this to himself, anyway. )
Come on. ( and there it is again, insistent, careful, almost a little demanding: maybe bakugou will catch the shower to turn it off, or maybe he won't. he should care a little more, but it's hard when all he can think about is the end goal. ) You're going to sit in my lap.
( and past the shower door, waiting, is the tub that's nearly overflowing, the entire bathroom stiff with the steam of it. he only glances briefly to ensure their trajectory is correct; his gaze is focused on bakugou ahead of him, tethered by their hands, mismatched eyes blown out with determined, aching arousal. in the end, seems like he'd been leaning in the edging direction after all, then. )
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Date: 11/13/23 19:25 (UTC)todoroki tongues at the bite mark and he gasps out a hard curse in response, ears burning with the sound of his boyfriend's own cuss a second ago. it's enough to tell him something's changing even before that strong hand squeezes his cock and begins sliding off of it. down his length, three more times, before finally slipping away from his head and trailing precum strands from skin to skin before the water breaks it.]
Finally. [there's obvious relief in his voice that todoroki's proceeding, acknowledging that hearing such an admission from the other boy is special and heated. he likes the sound of his voice like that. as soon as he makes to move, however, regret replaces relief, pure hormones yelling in protest about todoroki moving away from him to any degree. fuck it, just shove him against the wall and get him off before making any attempt to separate! he grits his teeth against the urges and focuses on what's to come, the promise in todoroki's voice and the way he grabs is hips to steady him while he gets his legs back under him. there's no way the taller boy's going to miss the blonde's reaction when he gets manhandled like that. breath catching, dick jumping, muscles hardening, a surge of embarrassment and arousal over that guilty pleasure. todoroki's the only one who can get away with such a thing...
and then they're gone, pulled away from the shower wall by a warm hand wrapped around his wrist and an equally warm dick sliding out from between his cheeks. todoroki's not the only one who mouths his disappointment; there's and annoyed, grumpy cuss following him as they have to brave the necessary evil of moving without staying locked together.] What's it look like I'm doing?
[don't tell him to "come on" when he's getting dragged at the same time. he does manage to slap a hand over the shower knob to shut it off before it's out of reach, ever the responsible guy. it goes out of his head a second later when todoroki voices the end goal for this.] Ordering me around, Todoroki? [they both know his threats aren't very weighty right now. luckily the bath does have a sensor and has shut off before it overflows. but if they try to add two bodies' worth of mass to the water already in there, it's going to easily go all over the bathroom floor. he has to be the one to pull back, dragging todoroki to a stop before he can get into the tub.] Oy, wait. Drain it some first before you flood the fucking place.
[meaning he's going to be the one to brush past him, plunge his hand into the water, and pop the drain to let it start lowering the water level for a minute or so. more than enough time to pull todoroki over and make out with him there against the edge of the tub in the steam-filled room, naked body slotted up against the other hero's nude figure.]
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Date: 11/25/23 07:42 (UTC)he isn't particularly disappointed, in the end. the drain pops, the water starts to gurgle with life, and rather than be left there, staring at the water slowly pumping down, bakugou pulls him over; his attention is immediately dragged there, lids dropping, hands reaching in to wrap around bakugou's middle and hold him close--naked, bakugou's skin is hot against his, every muscle a sharp curve of the picture he paints of them together, feeling stomach to stomach, hip to hip, dick to dick. with a soft groan, their mouths meet, a kiss that he can't stop, a kiss that lingers there, mouthed in with tongue and the gentle pry of teeth, forcing bakugou's mouth open so that he can press his way inside of it, marking it with the steady, considerate pull of his tongue. his ear trains to the sound of the water, and impatient, his eyes open, hazy, to regard the bath: but not much water has been pulled from it just yet.
does it matter? maybe bakugou won't notice. mischievous, or maybe just impractical, he draws his arms back, gaze a playful, heated flash as he carefully steps one leg into the bath, and then the next. a bit of water sloshes over the rim of the tub; his hands stay on bakugou's arms, connecting them, but there's the edge of the bathtub that separates them, now, slowly easing his way down until he can fold himself into the hot water, where it hits near his ribs. the tub is deep, large enough to accommodate them both with more than adequate room; solemn, he pulls wordlessly at bakugou's hands, jaw set as though locked with determination--or perhaps just locked in the arousal he feels for him, centered solely on bakugou and no one else. )
Katsuki. ( now that it's loose on his tongue, he can't stop it. his voice is plaintive, expectant: as though in preparation, he stretches his legs out in front of him in the bath, watching bakugou with that quiet determination he always has, flared up into obvious want and desire. )
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Date: 11/27/23 19:26 (UTC)but the blonde only has a limited patience himself. even a few seconds to pop the drain is enough to test it to the point of wanting to do something immediately after his interruption's successful. meaning he's hauling todoroki over once more and pressing flush to him as the water leaks down behind them. his eyes hood, damp hair casting shade over his lids as he steps in close to his boyfriend's body. arms wind around todoroki's hips, wrists overlapping as he rests his hands atop the hero's pert glutes for no reason other than to caress and feel. warm skin, wet and alluring, todoroki's naked and he can touch him all over. chests and stomachs pressed together, knees brushing as he steps in close and rests a bare foot atop his boyfriend's own, the other slotting ankle to ankle. slowly rubbing his hips back and forth as their dicks nuzzle side by side, just has hard for each other. mouth to mouth... he can't get enough of it. the taste of his breath, the feel of his tongue, the sensation of todoroki's lips as they kiss over and over. they only need a minute or two of the water draining for it to be fine... if he can keep track of a minute with this gorgeous bastard in his arms.
maybe it doesn't matter. there's no way he doesn't notice todoroki stepping into the bath; it required him to break contact with at least one part of his body and that's enough to rip the blonde's alerts into selfish overdrive! he loses touch with his legs, his chest separated from his own, putting space between them until they're holding arms over the rim of the dividing tub. that brings a growl to his lips and a scowl to his face for such a fucking cheeky taunt. now he has to stand here and watch todoroki sink down in the tub, teasing him with a little slop of water over the rim. so much for his foresight and hard work. he stretches his leg backward, hooks his toes into he bathroom rug, and drags it over to the edge of the tub to kick it flush against it. there. now they can splash all they fucking want. never once taking his eyes off his boyfriend sinking down in the water and stretching his legs out in invitation.
no resistance. his name is the ticket and he climbs naked into the bath atop todoroki. standing for a moment over him, feet flanking his hips, before slowly lowering in a crouch and then a kneel as his knees settle on either side of his boyfriend's hips, feet pushed back to his knees or lower. deliberately kneeling atop his lap, his own erection rubbing against todoroki's stomach as he lets the taller boy's arousal slot up behind him and fit between his ass cheeks once more. rubbing and grinding, wanting to entice that heat all over again as he thrusts against todoroki's abs and squeezes his shaft between his glutes. both hands settle, one on his lover's shoulder, the other on the edge of the tub.] Shouto...
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