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[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.

[hairsplit]

( and if bakugou asked him, if he demanded to know, demanded to be told if the point of this is to edge so close to orgasm it drives them both crazy, or to tug and pull bakugou right over the edge without mercy: he wouldn't know what to say.

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. )

[blastedass]

[how he does it, what position, he doesn't find it in himself to care. those sorts of thoughts are churned up and driven out with each thrust of todoroki's hips. "how" turns into the sensation of his dick slotting between his ass cheeks, oozing tip rubbing against the cleft of his ass and making a mess of his tailbone. "position" turns into the slick grip of todoroki's fist around his own dick, jerking up and down in rhythmic motions that drag his foreskin along his shaft and squeeze drops of his own precum out of his overly-sensitive head until it's frothing around todoroki's fingers and joining the water dripping off their balls. and yet he doesn't want to end like this any more than the other boy does. having already snarled at him to pick an ending, it's impossible to push away the insane longing to feel todoroki inside him, each slip of his dick barely missing the pucker of his opening one more heart-stopping hope he'd land his mark that time and shove it right inside. does he want to get railed like this, against the wall, plastered up the backside by todoroki's strong body? ... wouldn't be the worst option. there is no worst option.

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.]

[hairsplit]

( the agony of the wait is apparently not too much for bakugou, given the way that he expresses his concern for the bathwater once they get there; this time, it's his own turn for a disgruntled expression, eyes narrowed, lips pressed together into a frown. all he wants to do is pick bakugou up by the hips and take him down into the bath with him, enveloped in the hot water, but instead, he's left standing there, skin slightly chilled from the water drying off from the shower, watching his boyfriend brush past him to plunge a hand into the tub and pop the drain. he would complain if he could, but he's not quite that childish, or perhaps it's more accurate to say that sort of childishness has been burned out of him, etched and scarred out by endeavor's less-than-polite parenting; he stands there with a soft breath, instead, smoothing out his expression, trying to force his thoughts away from the painful twitch of his dick, seeing bakugou's body move the way it does.

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. )

[blastedass]

[it's not like it's any easier for him! he doesn't want to pull away from todoroki, doesn't want to lose the connection between them or the promise of getting twisted up within the other hero. but despite his utter arousal distracting his thoughts all over the fucking place, there's still just enough logic in his head left to point out the utter wreck it'd be to flood the fucking bathroom. do they want the love hotel staff knocking on their door because the room below theirs registered a complaint about the ceiling starting to drip? god damn brain in the dick. though if anything, it does get him a momentary glimpse of his boyfriend's put out face. not a common look on todoroki. it's annoyingly cute... especially when put atop that dripping body of his, water clinging to the cut of muscles and running down his definitions and making his throbbing erection painfully obvious as the reason he's being a grump in the first damn place. maybe he'll owe him a little extra as paybacks for making todoroki wait.

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...

[hairsplit]

( excitement is the first feeling, like a curled ribbon knotted up in his stomach, pressing tighter and tighter around his arousal; his whole cock feels heavy with it, dense and unyielding, and the weight of the water around him only fuels the feeling, as though the heat of it all might drive him mad. his body is quick to over-correct, but it's hard to gauge how to manipulate his own temperature to match the bath water, to match his desperation, to match the heat of the air in the bathroom. his skin prickles with goosebumps on one side, the other damp with sweat, and then it's a shift in the opposite direction, and then it's a cold breath, staggered from between his lips: this is the sort of training he should have been enduring to begin with. if someone had told him to manage his own body heat in a scorching bath with his lover hot and wet in front of him, standing over him in the tub? it would have proven an even more difficult challenge than the ones he'd been placed into.

glassy, his gaze moves up bakugou's strong legs, wet from the shower, up along his hips, along his cock, along his stomach and chest and finally to his face; the anticipation is nearly palpable, his expression unwieldy, as though he can't temper it down like he usually can, as though it's free of the restraints that he puts on it. it doesn't take long for bakugou to sink into a crouch, but even that's too far, and even that isn't quite close enough. disgruntled, his lips press together into just the faintest hint of a frown, again, hands coming in so that they can fit, lightly, over the shape of bakugou's hips as though they're a silent pleading for him to continue. he won't beg, and he won't be upset if bakugou decides to flop himself over to the other side of the tub instead--but he will be a little disappointed.

the kneeling soon proves its purpose, as bakugou's hips shift in the water, and he can feel the clench of his ass cheeks fit around him, tight and hot and warm--his eyes slip shut against the feeling, as though his concentration falls into the sensation; fingertips grip and squeeze, tightening pointedly around bakugou's hips as he shifts, and he can feel the slick weight of bakugou's cock, too, rubbing heavy against his stomach. something about it is deliciously lewd in a way that's enticingly enjoyable--and it doesn't matter to him, in the end, what they do, so long as he gets to hear bakugou enjoy himself.

the sound of his name does it: another shiver, his shoulders tightening, breath leaving him in a rush, a swallow, a little tremor. ) Ah, that...

( he can't even articulate it. his hips press up, rubbing almost greedily, guiltily, between bakugou's cheeks, the pressure there just as hot as it had been before, with bakugou smashed up against the shower wall. somehow, that memory of just moments prior pulls another flash of heat, another sharp roll of arousal; he groans, audible and echoed, his head craning back against the edge of the tub as he works into something of a slow rhythm, rocking into bakugou, rubbing against him, the movement arching his stomach up as a hard plane of muscle beneath bakugou's warm dick.

it would be shameful to come just like this, wouldn't it? he's trying to hold onto the feeling, to keep it contained, steadying his own resolve with the feeling of bakugou's body, hands groping up to take him by the waist, instead. that helps keep both of their movements guided; that helps keep bakugou rooted to him, just as he's rooted back. )

[blastedass]

[such a visceral, erotic reaction flows over his boyfriend's body and he's the only one lucky enough to bear witness to it. from the beading sweat on one shoulder to the prickles of skin on the other to the faint ghost of vapor as a cold breath exits todoroki's mouth, he's left wondering if the other hero is going to end up boiling the water or flash freezing it with both of them still inside. quirk accidents during sex are embarrassing as fuck for the one who had the accident, but damn if he doesn't think it's fucking hot for the one who got the other to trigger it. means you're so damn good, your partner lost complete control of a whole bodily function. and todoroki's quirk is magnificent all on its own. as is his body, his expression, his personality when it's not driving the blonde up the wall. perhaps he should mess with his boyfriend even more with this at some point. take his time stripping down while todoroki's in the tub after getting him worked up and horny... it'd be cruel, but dragging out emotion from the normally-stoic boy is a pleasure in its own.

he had thought to simply take a seat across from him, let them both cool down amid the warm waters... but that thought was gone the second it came. adrenaline and arousal surge in his veins like fire, still hard and longing from the shower's spray, now traded for the bath's pool. sinking atop his boyfriend, knees possessively locking him in between them as he takes todoroki's lap for his own, sliding down his front with deliberate closeness as his balls and cock drag along the other teen's stomach. tantalizing him with a reminder of what his hand was playing with via that blind reacharound in the shower, now on full (if also water-wiggling) view between them as the blonde kneels atop the other boy's thighs.

his eyes lid from the sensations, as if todoroki's firm, smooth cock sliding up between his cheeks somehow manages to draw the shades over his red irises. he wanted that feeling back, infuriatingly teasing yet intimate with promise as the boy's strong length slots against his flesh again. he grips the rim of the tub, one over todoroki's shoulder, the other to his own side, as he leans forward, forehead barely floating against his boyfriend's, both hands clenching at the same time as todoroki squeezes his hips with his strong hands. it's no surprise that name tumbles from his mouth again, dragged out by the multiple points of contact and temptations of others as he starts to rock atop his lover's lap. knees rubbing into the tub floor, toes bent to brace his feet beside todoroki's knees in case he wants to thrust more than rock.]

Fuck... [this is fine. if they end up breaking just like this, he's deeming it fine. already the intent to penetrate is fading away, replaced by the silken grind of his lover's dick between his cheeks. a thick blunt head popping and rubbing at the cleft above his rear muscles, the weight and size of his shaft sending the nerves on the inside of his buttocks firing into reflexive clenches that hollow the sides before softening again. the only negative is a trade of feeling todoroki's balls rubbing against his own, soft sacs swinging with little slaps that caught their breaths... now he's left bereft of that, but instead earned the chiseled plain of todoroki's abs to run his own erection against, no longer bouncing neglected without a hand, but actively grinding between the grooves of his stomach muscles and giving a semi-mirrored return of the way his boyfriend's thrusting between his cheeks from behind. all the while rocking on his legs, insides of his thighs, calves, and ankles sliding back and forth along todoroki's own.

they can come just like this; it's not a problem; he's already losing himself in his boyfriend. enough that when todoroki tilts his head back out of sensation to breath, he only gets two breaths in before the explosive teen is lowering his head and mouthing along the jut of his chin, tongue playing against his jaw as his nips, sucks, and kisses anywhere between voice box and lower lip.]

[hairsplit]

( the shadow of bakugou's body, bent over him, feels heated and thorough, as though the temperature of the water around them seeps into their limbs, into that hand that's braced behind his shoulder, keeping him pivoted along his body. he couldn't escape from the bath even if he wanted to, not with bakugou's weight down on his lap, bakugou's ass clenched around his dick, bakugou's breath and bakugou's gaze hard enough to make him want to shiver again, as though his skin may very well break out into those timid goosebumps at the thought--but it doesn't matter to him, doesn't mean anything other than a flash of perverse pleasure at the fact that even bakugou wants to keep him here, that even bakugou isn't willing to part or be apart from him. it isn't just about the arousal, though he's sure that's a driving factor: the temptation of intimacy is just enough to get drunk on it, that heady, lilting pleasure of feeling confident in their feelings. with the way their bodies curve and touch and beg for the other, he can't doubt that bakugou is attracted to him here, in this moment. he can't doubt how he feels at all.

for as clumsy as he can be about his own feelings, as clumsy as he is about navigating this relationship, something new and a little terrifying to him--moments like these make him grateful, possessive and heated and absurdly inspiring.

even the space to breathe isn't allowed, when they're like this; his own head cranes back and bakugou's head follows him, two breaths lost to the space before lips touch his chin, teeth on his jaw, a hot tongue that curls up around the skin just shy of where he's most sensitive. his shoulders lock in, hands that grip and clutch at bakugou's hips hard enough to nearly bruise; he realizes it only too late, immediately loosening his grip, a brush of his fingertips in apology. every little bit of heat is pulsing through him down to his dick, and it's getting harder to think of the things the way he's supposed to, hard to consider the full scope of things when his attention is severed, thrown only in the direction of getting bakugou off, and getting himself off all the same. it's rare that he can be pulled so far out from his own stubborn defenses: but it's always bakugou that drags him there.

and it feels good, mouthing it all the same: ) Fuck.

( a lilt of excitement, echoing the word back to him, feeling it foreign on his tongue, on his lips, something forbidden that he shouldn't do--his hips jerk up, rolling with a little more fervor, as though not quite trying to unseat bakugou but rather make it more of a bumpy ride for him there, his cock dragged along the tensing curve of his hole. it feels too good to stop, as though even taking the time to line up for full penetration would be too much, fueled by too much impatience to be worth it; he can see the merits, but he's too blinded by the current feeling to want to bother with it. besides, bakugou's hips are moving in tandem already--he's not complaining about it.

with a soft, gasping groan of breath, where bakugou's teeth brush under his jaw, a sensitive little patch, one hand grips and slides to the small of bakugou's back, clutching in there with his fingertips; it's not as bad if it's there, blunt nails digging into the skin, while his other hand fumbles from bakugou's hip to the space between them. even with his own movement, it's clumsy at best, trying to get his hand around the smooth weight of bakugou's cock, rubbed against his abs; he gets his fingers around the head on his third try, smoothing down along the length of it greedily, squeezing, a fleeting touch before he pulls his hand off again. the feeling of it arched along his stomach feels good, but feeling it hard and hot in his hand feels good, too; maybe it works best as a trade off.

maybe he just wants bakugou to come first--wants to feel his whole body go tense, squeezing around his dick; maybe that's one of the first truly selfish thoughts he's had in awhile. fueled by it, his fingers grope in again, running along the length of bakugou's cock to take it up in his hand again: and give it a few good strokes, firm and tight and relentless. )

[blastedass]

[it's what he wants, to have todoroki looking up at him with two obvious results in those mismatched eyes of his. understanding that he wants him, that he's down there looking up at him with eyes that scream desire and his body thrumming with arousal because of the blonde straddling him and keeping him locked in the lower part of the tub. but more than attraction to him, he wants to see that understanding in todoroki's face of his own attractiveness. where he realizes the hand on the tub side, the arm stretched out to the opposite rim, the knees locked around either side of his thighs, that strong body hovering over him as red eyes bore into his face, are all coming from the same source: attraction. todoroki's attractive, and he's desired enough the other hero is kneeling atop him in the bathtub of a fucking love hotel with his dick hotdogging between his ass cheeks and his own erection rubbing eagerly against the half-cold-half-hot hero's stomach with zero intention of letting the taller boy get out of here without relief escape from of them. he doesn't want to see that doubt anywhere on todoroki's face about how he feels towards his classmate. he's attracted to this bastard.

he knows todoroki's still learning about his own feelings, and he fucks up plenty with them, even today, but as their relationship progresses, the explosive teen wants to dig in and drag out those feelings until todoroki can see them clearly. might take words (which everyone knows the blonde's bad at) or it might take sex, which they're doing now, or it might take something even more intense. but damn if he'll stop. like leaving todoroki a panting, molten mess against the shower wall their first time together, he's going to break him apart and leave him raw. in the good way.

head tilted back, it gives him freedom to descend onto todoroki's jaw. he takes his teeth to task, baring them as his lips curl back to better bite and scrape along the side of his bone. following the strong slope that people have always found so damn attractive, but only he gets to fondle and taste like this. switching to lips, softer as he kisses his way off the curve of bone and down to the cords of his throat, feeling the strain of his cabling muscles as todoroki shudders beneath his ministrations. he gets a catch of breath, the thrum of a powerful heartbeat, and the dip of his throat as a swallowed breath finally comes back out with a mouthing, sticky "Fuck" that sounds so damn amazing coming out of the reserved teenager's lips. in reward, he bites him right there on the voice box, clamping teeth and lips down in a firm, but light seal. its not there to leave a mark, but just to feel claimed.

hips buck under him and he breaks the connection as his thighs get pushed up from below. he lifts on his knees and toes again, then settles back down, testing whether that's attempt to relocate for comfort... or if todoroki's simply being a brat and making for a harder ride. b. he pushes his hips back, rutting his ass against the other teen's cock as it slots between his cheeks and rubs up and down across the clenching rim of his hole. it's tempting to simply angle back and let his head catch the puckered ring, let him shove right in and fill him up regardless of how much it'd hurt to take that thick thing without more prep. it's not like it's never happened before. but then again, tormenting todoroki and himself like this, taking the time to indulge, isn't that what a stupid love hotel is supposed to encourage?

fingers push and grind at his side, finally earning the taller teen a growl against his throat before the blonde leans his head back and sucks in his stomach, permitting him to get his hand between their bodies.] Ah! [todoroki goes for his dick; what else would he be going for?! fingers slide across his head and fumbles against the flank of his shaft before those long digits finally wrap around his tip on the third try. he bucks up instantly, shoving his dick into the other boy's hand with a wanton rush, wanting him to take hold and cup him entirely. or trap him between his palm and stomach if that's the end goal. squeezing and smoothing over the size of his dick. his breath comes shorter and he drops back onto todoroki's lap with a hot cuss, balls dragging up in his sac with anticipation. until that hand vanishes and the blonde growls against his boyfriend's lips for the tease.]

Where are you fucking-? [the question drops when todoroki returns and his forehead thunks against the other boy's, another growl and cuss following when he's stroked and rubbed over and over. groping over his length and alternating his fisting grip before deciding on hard. he jolts, tosses his head back slightly as his mouth falls open in a heated pant. staring into the other boy's eyes as his hands seize at the anchors on the bath rim and he rocks back more onto the balls of his feet alone rather than his knees in addition. ass shoving against todoroki's dick, rutting his hips forward into the hand fisting his cock over and over. he was already pulled wire-taut in the shower. now he's strung between the two sensations all over again, with a much better view, and it's not going to make lasting longer any easier.]

[hairsplit]

( at times the space between them feels like when a fish gulps for air, mouth parted in desperation--he wants to feel the hot, steady pulse of bakugou's breath, wants to feel him close to him there, knotted into the sensation with him, and the way his head moves or his mouth moves or his shoulders lift puncture that space with one brief, split second of worry; it feel like he might lose his air entirely, that the space between them will grow too wide, too far apart when all he wants is to be as close as humanly possible. they're nearly there, with the way that the bath envelops them both, the way that bakugou's strong legs clench in at either side of him, rocking on top of him, the way that his weight centers there, locked onto his lap, onto his pelvis; he would gladly throw himself under, would gladly let himself be suffocated by a lack of space between them. there's something so intoxicating about being close to him--he feels a little drunk on it, his head hazy, his desires molten and raw.

his hand grapples with the hot length of bakugou's cock there, trapped in the ring of his fingers--he can't tell what he wants, still, can't tell if he wants to jerk him off entirely or let him rub it out against his stomach, or some combination; the way that bakugou's body flexes, the way that his breath pours out, seems to say that he enjoys the sensation, the tight jerk of his hand, relentless, over his dick. it puts a little determination in his wrist, puts a soft, commanding glint in his gaze, as he finally works past his lashes enough to actually look at bakugou again, instead of hiding within the shadow of sensation.

it feels like a mistake. the sight of him there, arched over him, wet and sweaty and dripping a little with hot bathwater and the steam of exertion makes his dick jump, a twitch of desperation that moves from base to tip, hips pushed urgently in against the confines of bakugou's ass; his hand goes tight, a squeeze that he doesn't mean around bakugou's cock, and his head rocks back against the rim of the tub, chest fluttering with desire and frustration and arousal all the same. it's going to have to be some combination, then, or he's going to keep floundering: his fingers space out, palm heated and curved around the length of bakugou's cock, creating a tight space between his hand and his stomach, muscles tense with staggered breath.

feelings push at his teeth, desperation pushes at his tongue--his whole face flushes, embarrassed and aroused, but it feels only fair, it feels like he should say it, should demand it, a little, no matter how it comes out-- )

Katsuki. ( breathy, panting, his throat bobs with a hard swallow. ) I want...

( a strong start, but he can't quite get there--another cold chill of embarrassment washes over him, but he wets his lips, closes his hand in a little and pushes his hips up, longingly. this isn't about a fear that bakugou might yell at him, or even a fear that he might immediately disregard his words; he isn't afraid that it might change something between them, or that it's going to do any kind of harm to the budding relationship they have here, or that it'll deflate any of the sexual tension between them, the tension that they can't seem to escape no matter where they are or who they're with.

it's more that he's afraid of himself: afraid of his own feelings, afraid of saying them, afraid that it's the wrong thing when so many times it has been. but everything has been pushing them towards this, and every part of bakugou has been pulling at him, working him apart slowly, thoroughly, until the only thing left had to be this. it isn't even the worst, when it comes down to it: it's just a demand, plain and simple, mouthed in his usual deep confidence: )

Come. Come for me. I want you to come, for me.

[blastedass]

[he never thought having difficulty breathing would be a turn-on, yet each time his lips seal with todoroki's and they make out in deep, connected kisses, his body throbs in pleasure the tighter his lungs get. until the need for air finally tears his mouth away from the other boy's, leaving him panting just a scant space from todoroki's lips as gossamer threads of saliva spindle between their lips. before diving right back in for another one. his legs clench around the other boy's, feeling the flex of todoroki's thighs against the inside of his calves and beneath the back of his own as he rocks atop his lap, wanting to feel more of him amid the heated cling of bath water. todoroki's moving, rocking under him, letting their skin brush together over and over until he's lost sense of time and doesn't give a shit about it. so long as he gets to keep feeling that tangible proof of todoroki's desire and heat.

he clenches his hand atop the other boy's shoulder, fingertips digging into the muscle there and feeling the cut of his curved joint. he tries not to hurt him, but it's so damn hard not to squeeze hard whenever todoroki's hand messes with his dick. his shaft pulses and throbs each time he clenches his fist, balls drawing up slightly when his hand jerks up towards the oozing glans, blood runs faster whenever he manages to rub the sensitive tip against the other boy's hard abdominal wall and feel the grooves between each ab in a lewd rut. like hell is he not enjoying it. the heat raging in his eyes as he glares hooded and turned on into todoroki's own mismatched irises when the other hero finally looks at him.

apparently that's triggering. he feels todoroki's reaction instantly, the way his cock twitches between his own ass cheeks in that telltale jerk, shaft throbbing against the inside of his buttocks in eagerness for something he's not getting immediately. fucking damn erotic sight, the way todoroki's leaned against the tub wall with his broad shoulders glistening under beads of condensation as droplets leak down the lines of his neck and throat, drip from his damp bangs, a handsome beautiful mess that he wants to lean in and consume. his own dick jerks backwards as his abs harden, twitching the entire thing from tip to root in a hard jolt when todoroki fists him hard on accident. he's not flush to his chest, but he feels the rise in his heartbeat regardless, pushed up against the pucker of his own asshole as he presses back against it with needy grinds atop todoroki's lap. whether they end like this or one step further, he doesn't care, since they're insane if they think one round is all they're getting tonight.]

Shouto... [todoroki doesn't have to finish that broken phrase, not when his hips thrust up and the blonde knows exactly what he's asking/demanding. there will be other times for those deeper words and feelings. he grips the side of the tub again and todoroki's shoulder as he begins moving his hips in earnest, bucking and rocking against the other hero's stomach, into his hand, atop his lap, rubbing and touching him in every place possible. half kissing him, half simply panting against his mouth to keep their lips touching. that simple demand is all it takes. he wants to tell him to shut up, wants to snarl about giving him orders...

but all he can do is seize up, face flushing hotly that he's coming from todoroki ordering him to. mouth falling open in a hot yell without even trying to hide it, he bucks his hips up and his cock hardens like rock as jets of white spew and shoot from his tip in lines into the water. it ghosts hot and thick against todoroki's stomach before spreading in the bath as the blonde unloads one shot after another, abs clenching and dick twitching as his entire body roils in the grip of his orgasm. eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed, shoulders hunched as he comes hard and cries out against todoroki's mouth, entire body curving over the other boy in a possessive, needy sort of claim that cages him in against the tub wall to keep todoroki there while he paints him with everything the other hero's backed up inside his muscular body.]

[hairsplit]

( sometimes it feels like being with bakugou is like being dropped into a lake without the confidence to know how to swim--and maybe it isn't right, and maybe he's a little messed up, or maybe it's normal, maybe this is the sort of thing that's supposed to feel this way, but he likes that it feels like drowning, likes that it feels like being thrust right into the middle of something without any hope or preparation, with just wits and determination to win against anything else. years ago, young and alone in that house, with everything and nothing standing between him and his siblings, him and the world, him and his dreams: ironically, the total space around him, empty and quiet, had felt so overwhelmingly suffocating, as though the air flew out of the room without anyone there to hold it in. now, even in these new moments with bakugou, even with this new relationship still building up between them, it feels like a different kind of suffocation: overwhelming, when bakugou leans in close to him. hot, when bakugou's mouth finds his. enticing, when bakugou's skin touches him, when their bodies move together, when his hips rut into him.

he's still learning how to accept his own feelings, and beyond that, how to act on them. he's learning how to socialize, how to be a better friend, how to be a partner, how to be--a boyfriend, something that had never really seemed like a reasonable possibility, and something that he still shyly refuses to think about, at times, as though thinking about it could cause it to disappear. but falling into these moments, headfirst, keeps him from overthinking them--keeps him from locking things up behind his teeth, in his throat, down in his chest.

case in point: there is something mind-numbingly arousing in hearing bakugou call out like that, a yell that isn't restricted by a mouth on his shoulder, or teeth sunk into a lip. it's almost as though he's only realizing it for himself in that moment, that hazy precipice just before the fall--this is the kind of place that is made for those sounds, the kind of place where neither of them have to worry about a nosy classmate knocking on their door or worse, a concerned teacher checking in on them at night. no one is going to come banging on the bathroom to tell them to keep quiet, or that they're using all the hot water, or anything else; he gets to hear bakugou in full, gets to feel bakugou in full, their mouths so close together that it feels like he's swallowing the sound of that pleasure, rather than his own breath.

and it feels good--bakugou's hips buck up and his hand stills, locks in around him not to keep him in place but rather to keep touching him, feeling him, holding him against him as his orgasm hits, threads of white shot into the bath water, across his stomach, spilling against his fingers. his own shoulders tremble, the feeling oddly overwhelming; it twists a knot in his stomach, riles him up to the point of his own frustration, hips rubbing needlessly up against the inside of bakugou's cheeks as though he can feel the orgasm by proxy, despite knowing he's so close to coming that his whole body tenses with the effort. it's possessive and warm and suffocating, around him; bakugou's body shadows him, paints him and the bath with his cum, mouths against him with pleasure, and he wanted to hold out, wanted to be cool, wanted to do something other than tumble right after him--

--but with that, how is he supposed to? ) Katsuki...

( is he pleading with him, or pleading with himself? or worse, pleading with the tight squeeze of bakugou's ass around him, the way the head of his dick rubs up against his hole like he could just as easily slip inside? his breath comes out in a pant, heated against bakugou's mouth; he's drowning, but he wants to be, wants bakugou to envelop him in the feeling, that delicious, painful twist right before orgasm, where he knows it's coming. ) Katsuki.

( a warning that comes too late, or maybe it's not a warning at all, but an appreciation--a desperation to taste that same freedom, to let his voice sing a little louder, a little bolder, a little clumsier than it would anywhere else; his head rocks back, hard against the edge of the tub, and the bathwater feels almost too hot around him, building with the heat in his body until it's too much--until his hips rut up and his orgasm rakes through him, pulls another desperate cry of bakugou's name from his lips. trapped there, his outburst ends up soaked along the inside of bakugou's cheeks, caught in the bathwater, dribbled and curved around the shape of bakugou's ass; his body, rigid and tight, loses tension like a balloon losing air, slow and steady, deflating and sliding against the back of the bathtub.

sharing bakugou's breath feels right, like that: their mouths close, drawn by heat and saliva; his skin prickles a little, goosebumps that adjust and shift and end up, through no real conscious effort, chilling the bathwater slightly to accommodate for the spike in his own temperature. )

[blastedass]

[for all that he prides himself on being in control and knowing how to do things, "relationships" have apparently come in and sucker punched him. he didn't care about it in middle school, didn't care about it when coming into u.a. but now he's in one with todoroki, whether he wants to admit it or not, and hell if he knows how to go about it.

certainly didn't plan on being wrapped up in a bath in a love hotel with his mouth pressing to todoorki's and hips bucking against his lap while trying desperately to decide between impaling his ass on the other boy's dick or letting him rub a climax out between his cheeks as he loses himself in a turbulent orgasm all over the other hero's stomach. if he wants to continue denying there's anything between himself and todoroki, wants to keep refusing to define what's obviously there beyond the heated skin to skin contact and their intimate moments together, then maybe he's the one who's an idiot. but how the fuck is he supposed to say something like that?! he's never confessed to someone before! it's fucking weird!

not thoughts to have while he's currently losing himself in the embrace of hot water and the mental whitewash of an orgasm pumping out all over todoroki's flooded torso. sensation, heat, pleasure, flesh, clench, movement, hard, shoves out everything in his brain except for that. thoughts, blocked. words, blanked. worries, wiped. nothing in there but screaming bliss and slow-to-dwindle high that inevitably has to come down after those few powerful seconds of eternity finally start melting across the sinew of his body. nerves trading overwhelmed peak to hyper-sensitive tenderness that feels everything all at once individually as his tight clenching on todoroki's body slackens into a desperate, exhausted cling. just so he won't collapse against him like a boneless wreck.

katsuki. ...that's what draws him back into the waking land. his name on todoroki's lips. all of a sudden bringing him to the pinpoints of contact, where he feels his hands on him, one clinging to his back and another still wrapped around his semi-hardened cock, holding him close while his legs frame todoroki's lap and take not of every flex of his thighs against the inside and backs of his own, calves cupping the side of his upper legs and ankles clunking to the sides of his knees. riding atop him, perched and caging, as if he can keep him right here all to himself. and his dick slotted up in the cleft of his ass, feeling each needy pulse of desperation twitching in that hard shaft nestled between his cheeks. or the electric shock jabbed into his veins each time that oozing, velveteen head rubs against his hole and threatens to push inside to really bring them together. todoroki's panting against his mouth and he's hovering atop him, forehead to forehead, gasping for air while knowing the other hero's basically floundering under him on the verge of breaking. saying his name again. a question? a plea? a warning?

at least until the brace against his forehead falls back and he almost drops onto the other hero's mouth. manages to save himself the embarrassment by twitching his own head backwards, red eyes finally opening to gaze at todoroki's fallen against the tub rim. it's all he gets before the incessant rubbing below him, between him, against him, finally peaks into a firm thrust that he suddenly wishes was inside him before todoroki's spilling all over his skin. coming with the yell of his own name, loud on todoroki's tongue, branding his ass and cheeks and lower back with hot white that's there in a burst and drifting away in the water the next. it slaps against the curve of his skin, marks him in ways he's felt before (just not as fleeting, damn water), and carries with it everything that is todoroki's orgasm.

they're both together, sunk and half-wilted in the heat of the bath, sharing air and sensations as they rest together. he feels everywhere todoroki's connected to him, craves each touch of skin to skin, voice to ear, taste to breath, and at some point is going to notice that the bath water's gone a little tepid thanks to someone regulating it... but until then, this is perfect.]