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Date: 10/25/23 23:37 (UTC)it's not often he uses someone's name. it's means something when he uses someone's first name. but todoroki means something to him. his boyfriend. he gets the damn permission to growl out that two-syllable proof of their closeness. and feel the shudder ripple down the other boy's body in response. he doesn't so much as hear that little gasp from todoroki as he feels it, sucked in against his skin amid the glowing heat of his flushed face. doesn't have to open his eyes to see it or even admit he heard it; todoroki reacts to his name like that and it's enough to make him want to repeat it. no one gets to say the taller hero's name like he gets to.
fuck, feeling todoroki respond so intensely lights a heat in him he's not felt around anyone else. plunging into his stomach and digging straight up through the root of his dick to stiffen into a steel rod as his skin feels a size too small and blood runs double time through his veins. those firm, large hands grip at his hips and hauls back, forcing his ass to mold perfectly within the crux of todoroki's hips, strong cheeks fitting against his pelvic lines as a sharp gasp sucks through the blonde's mouth in an embarrassing hitch. half because of that yank, half because of that sizeable weight sliding between his cheeks and rubbing over a very sensitive valley of nerves with a puckered crater nestled in the center.]
F-fuck- [he cranes his neck back with a husking curse, eyes clenching shut and mouth falling open as his throat arches and his hand tightens hard around his lover's nape as todoroki runs his teeth down his neck and tongues along his trape before clamping onto his skin like a damn vampire. he drops his chest forward for a second before strong arms wind around his torso and bodily pull him back via a haul to his abs, pulling the blonde flush against todoroki's torso once more. god, who ever knew feeling the once-ice-prince get so possessive would be such a turn on?]
Then make me hot. [his voice is a growl, daring and rumbling in a way todoroki can feel through his back into his chest. that mark on his neck is pathetic; it'll be gone before they get out of the shower. he abandons todoroki's nape and crawls his hand onto his shoulder, reaching over his own so he can grab at the hard curve of muscle. so broad, so strong, so smooth. his voice hitches again in pleasure as the taller boy searches lower and fondles over his dick, not even grabbing, despite the blonde's needy rock of his hips into that wandering hand, resulting in his ass rocking against todoroki's swollen member rutting at his backside.] Stop and I'll fucking ride you dry myself.
[at this point, that's not a tease, that's a damn threat, and hell if he's going to take a threat lying down. just to make it even clearer, he hikes his back-kicked leg and slides the top of his foot upward along todoroki's calf to lock it there, promising to yank his leg right out from under him if he dares pause.]
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Date: 10/30/23 01:02 (UTC)the bath is forgotten, for now. the water could be brimming near the edge of the tub and he would have no idea, wouldn't be able to hear it over the shower and bakugou's shallow breath. the heat of his hips back against him, the warm weight of his cheeks around him, the press of his foot, the promise of relentlessness: all of it mixes together into something heady and demanding, something he wants no escape from. his only solace is in the fact that when he presses bakugou forward, pushing in against his ass, pushing in against his back: the shower wall is there, too, something to steady them against. the arm wrapped around his middle holds bakugou close; the other hand keeps enough space there to fist his palm at the base of bakugou's cock, squeezing plaintively in interest. )
I won't stop. ( it doesn't have to be said: like so many things, he doesn't think the words have to be there. but it's something that he's learning he can do, now, that he can put feelings into words and let them fall between them; bakugou has never scolded him for it, never told him anything he said is stupid, or unnecessary, or that he doesn't want to hear it. there's something prevailing and invigorating about being able to learn his own tongue--being able to learn his own feelings. ) I won't.
( he knows better than to press too hard; his hand moves, slick with shower water, along the length of bakugou's cock, going from base to head and over the slit, learning the shape of him again just like he does every time, a reassurance and a pleasure. he could never forget the feeling, just like he could never forget the sound of bakugou's voice: but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy taking the time to let it all wash over him, like the heat of the shower.
it's gentle, at first, the movement of his wrist, as though ensuring that the head of bakugou's dick won't end up smashed against the shower wall; there's just enough space, but even so, he curves his hot palm down over the head with every pass of his fingers, as though reassuring that the only thing he'll hit there is his own skin. his chin lifts, mouth pressed to bakugou's neck for a few hot breaths, earnest and measured; he finds his way up to his ear, ghosting teeth against the shell of it for a very quiet, very determined rumble into it-- ) Katsuki.
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Date: 10/31/23 04:10 (UTC)one sensation, another, a third, the weight of his dick slotted between his cheeks, veins pulsing and velvet soft glans rubbing along the cleft of his ass, able to discern the glide of his pectorals against his back and the gentle drag of pink nipples along his shoulder blades, the cabling of his achilles' tendon against the top of his foot, those strong hands cupping around his middle to hold him close and encircled around the pulsing length of his shaft as todoroki slides it all the way down to his base. it earns a harsh throb, a choked grunt in desire, and a lance of clear precum jetted from his tip to join the clear water droplets leaking down the tiled wall. more viscous, more lewd, more needy... his hips buck backward on their own before nudging forward, torn between thrusting towards todoroki's cock and pushing his own into his fist.]
Good. [even if it didn't need saying, hearing it brings a rush of arousal through him. todoroki can say a lot of things that piss him off, but these intimate moments, when his voice comes free with lewd compliments or sincere promises or curious questions, a reminder of how much he's grown into his own person, are impossible to respond to with anything other than interest and desire. proving todoroki knows him well, saying these kinds of things to him even when they'd get him yelled at in other situations.
he drops his forehead against the tile again, teeth alternating between clenching between spread lips as a breath hisses into the steam, and hanging half open as his tongue curls and a low moan manages to fall out. his length twitches and jumps in todoroki's hand, nerves firing off all sorts of detail, from soft skin to slight callouses to the creases under his joints to the surface of his palm, and how it feels when he slides his foreskin up and down the hard pillar of his shaft until the entire thing aches. it should piss him off todoroki takes the time to learn his shape and size every time, and yet it's so damn endearing and arousing he can't bring himself to mean any impatient growls at him to hurry up. smearing pre on his head, playing with the slit there that makes his knees almost buckle until that foot hooked around his calf doubles to anchor him on his legs. he likes todoroki's hands. warm and cool, large and strong, tender and detailed.
the mixture of that gentle hand, its measured motions, and todoroki's hot breath on his ear saying his name with enough vibration he feels it in his head, threatens to have him sinking against the wall. legs bracing, he reaches back with his hand, wrapping it around his boyfriend's hips and digging into the narrow curve of his waist. holding on, clinging to him to keep himself up and return those intimate touches. determined despite the pleasure, he moves, pushing with his foot and legs to slide his hips up, tightening his ass cheeks around todoroki's dick to start squeezing and gripping at him. it's nothing like a hand, but it's enough to offer back that pleasure. head rubbing along his cleft, shaft sliding against the inside of his buttocks, the occasional drag of his hole against the swollen tract lining the underside of todoroki's cock. he wants him to feel the same desire returned in full.] ... Shouto.
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Date: 11/6/23 00:30 (UTC)no one can touch bakugou like he can. no one can feel him tense around him like he can. no one can put their hands on him, grope down to his cock, touch him and make him come like he can. and while he may not be an expert study when it comes to training just yet, he is keenly, enticingly aware of the way that bakugou moves when it's their bodies seeking out pleasure together. he knows what to do, now, knows how to work together with him.
and he knows that bakugou's trying to answer him in kind. he can feel the way his cheeks tighten in around him, the way he squeezes there, the heat overwhelming in a way that's nearly painful; it feels a little shameful, the way he ruts in against bakugou like every little jolt of pleasure from the head of his cock along the tightened skin of his hole brings him closer and closer to desperation. it's as teasing as it is exhilarating, and the tight pressure of the muscles around the length of him is almost enough to trick his senses, hazy and lust-filled. if he closes his eyes, presses his mouth to bakugou's ear, grips his hand around his cock and teases it, he can almost picture a different scenario, something that bolts a pattern of heat down between his legs.
he knows he's one of the only things keeping them upright, now: bakugou's weight is sealed in the grip of his arm around his middle, and the mercy of the shower wall in front of them. but it's so hard to keep his knees stiff, to keep his weight measured between his heels when all he wants to do is buckle. and bakugou has the audacity to say his name again-- )
Mngh. ( it's something between a groan and the start of a sentence, like he wants to say something, but his nerves get the better of him; he's already warring with the urge to push bakugou right into that shower wall, smash their hips in together and rut himself to orgasm between his cheeks. so, in answer: ) Katsuki? Katsuki.
( it's not really a question, not really an answer, not really pleading, not really begging; but there's a thread in his voice that's slowly being unraveled, and his hand fists a little tighter along bakugou's length, jerking him off with a little more fervor, like he intends to get him off before he has a chance to ruin it by doing it himself, first. his chin drops, mouth skimming the lobe of bakugou's ear before it seals down at the junction of shoulder to neck again, and though the last mark had been idle, something soft and teasing, his teeth sink in now with real purpose: the purpose to muffle the sound of his quiet, eager moan, bucking his hips in gently against bakugou's pelvis, threading his dick pointedly down and up again.
his hand angles up: his fingers clutch in, just enough pressure to keep him heated and warm without squeezing hard enough to lose his erection; his entire body pleads in against bakugou's body, but he's the one that's in control, here, their bodies sealed together by the vice of his attraction. )
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Date: 11/7/23 03:30 (UTC)after all, no one gets to touch todoroki like he does. no one gets to hear his normally-calm voice hitch with a jolt of heat when todoroki's dick's gripped between his buttocks. no one can feel the race of his heart as they grind naked beneath the shower pouring down on him. no one else gets to feel the softness of his lips or the fine silk of his hair when he fists that two-toned head of his and drags todoroki into a kiss that threatens to suffocate him for breath.
he should be chiding himself for being so wanton towards this guy. face heating up in a show of lust, his own hips pushing backwards without permission each time todoroki's cock slides between his cheeks, his breath coming short as that oozing tip skips over his hole and barely misses connecting them together even more deeply than they are now. teeth find his ear and it earns todoroki a sharp pant, snarling at him to stop when the blonde really means anything but that. he hikes his leg up behind him again, actively dragging foot and ankle over the swell of his calf and the flexing tendon of todoroki's achilles. before dropping one arm and swinging it behind him. strong fingers and a tough-skinned palm clap against the other boy's hips, feeling along the curve of his pelvis and dragging hard with straining grip towards the plush twin mounds of todoroki's ass. this is his too.
maybe part of him wants to make the powerful hero behind him crumble. if his touch is enough to bring him down, that's just one hell of a stroke to the ego. yet that same hero is pressing against his own tower with force after force, making his knees shiver until one of them hits the shower wall with a thud, joining his chest and cheek as the blonde presses against the slick tiles. no... he wants to fall too. fuck.]
Guh... [don't say his name like that, you asshole. questioning, determining, almost panting as todoroki's hips rut up and down against his ass. his cheeks rub along the curve of his pelvis, fitting perfectly in his lap as the taller boy's cock slides along the insides of his rear muscles and grazes his hole with alternating runs of his oozing tip and his shaft's pulsing underside. the latter one's even more dangerous, a visceral proof of what could be inside him.] Sh... sho- .... Shouto.
[that cool hand seizes around his shaft even tighter and it's enough to drag a bark out of his mouth, head rolling to grind his forehead against the tile instead of his cheek. his free hand slaps onto the wall above his head, clawing at the slick tiles as his other hand digs his fingers into todoroki's buttock. squeezing him as the hero starts jerking him off. fuck, fuck, fuck- that's not fair, dammit! mouth on his ear, chin bouncing on his shoulder, and teeth suddenly finding purchase on his previously-abused trape. hard.]
FUCK!! [ashen blonde shoves against todoroki's shoulder as he throws his head back, throat craning in the air as his other knee slams into the wall, dropping his body into a sag that's supported only by the unforgiving surface in front of him and this merciless beast behind him. each stroke up makes his mind wild, each pull down packing his orgasm into his balls tighter. his entire body's pulling tight, struggling against his own climax because this feels too good to stop. it's so stimulating, fingers pinching him enough to keep him hard but not enough to let him break.
is he edging him or trying to get him to come? he can't fucking tell. he wants to do both, strung between the two desires as he turns his head and pants hard against his boyfriend's ear. it's sweet torment and this bastard's going to kill him for it.] Sh- shouto... fuck.. would you- ah! Haa! -just pick one, dammit! Let- make me cum... or fu- fu- guh... haa- ah-h... fuck me.
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Date: 11/10/23 04:46 (UTC)it isn't that he doesn't know what he wants, but that want is driven mostly by the impatient jut of his own hips, the precum that dribbles between bakugou's cheeks, making each pass and press a little slicker, a little warmer, a little more desperate. the way his hand curls around bakugou's dick, jerking him off nearly into the cold wall of the shower, where most of bakugou's weight has nearly collapsed already, braced there only by the weight of his arm and his own determination, seems to be pointing towards an eager, sudden orgasm, but the more that he thinks about it, the more that he forces his mind out of his dick, the more he thinks he shouldn't go that far. it isn't that he doesn't want to, and it isn't that he doesn't want to feel it, see it, be the cause of it, but rather: he doesn't want it like this right now.
not that there's anything wrong with something like this, quick and a little filthy, with bakugou like pudding in his hands--this is something that will fuel enough idle fantasy, even like this. it's more that he wants so badly to be inside of him but doesn't know how to articulate it; bakugou's even given him tacit permission, given more than tacit permission, demanding or maybe even begging, if he could call it that--but he doesn't know if he can manage to hold bakugou's weight up, and his own weight up, when they're both aching and they're both close and they're both pleasurably frustrated. he could manage it, of course, laced with determination--but why suffer when there's a much better option?
with a soft curse, muffled in against bakugou's abused shoulder, he laps along the bite mark, a gentle apology that doesn't need words. his hand squeezes, passes down bakugou's hard cock once, twice, then a final time, sliding neatly off the head with a bit of that precum strung between his knuckles, smeared on the gaps between his fingers. )
I want to. ( a quiet admission--but it means something, when it comes from him, when his voice is curved into the shell of bakugou's ear, hot and desperate. ) Come on.
( it's so hard to pull his arms back. everything about it feels wrong, like he wants to gather bakugou up in his arms and squeeze him, relentless; a part of him considers maybe going back on his own plan, throwing it all into the wind and rutting up against him until orgasm, but the bath is there for a reason, and he wants to see bakugou's face when he does it. after hearing his name, spilled from those lips, he's nearly lovedrunk on it, delirious and warm: his hands placate themselves at bakugou's hips, clutching him firmly, manhandling him until he's forced to stand on his own two feet there, just beneath the shower.
did they even really shower? not that much, but he doesn't find himself caring. instead, he's forcing one hand down the length of one of bakugou's arms, pulling at him when he hits his wrist, stepping backward with a brief hiss of breath; even without being inside of him, it feels like an odd amount of distance when his cock slips out from the wet clutch of bakugou's skin, pulling his teeth over his lip to try to muffle any sound of disappointment. he's doing this to himself, anyway. )
Come on. ( and there it is again, insistent, careful, almost a little demanding: maybe bakugou will catch the shower to turn it off, or maybe he won't. he should care a little more, but it's hard when all he can think about is the end goal. ) You're going to sit in my lap.
( and past the shower door, waiting, is the tub that's nearly overflowing, the entire bathroom stiff with the steam of it. he only glances briefly to ensure their trajectory is correct; his gaze is focused on bakugou ahead of him, tethered by their hands, mismatched eyes blown out with determined, aching arousal. in the end, seems like he'd been leaning in the edging direction after all, then. )
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Date: 11/13/23 19:25 (UTC)todoroki tongues at the bite mark and he gasps out a hard curse in response, ears burning with the sound of his boyfriend's own cuss a second ago. it's enough to tell him something's changing even before that strong hand squeezes his cock and begins sliding off of it. down his length, three more times, before finally slipping away from his head and trailing precum strands from skin to skin before the water breaks it.]
Finally. [there's obvious relief in his voice that todoroki's proceeding, acknowledging that hearing such an admission from the other boy is special and heated. he likes the sound of his voice like that. as soon as he makes to move, however, regret replaces relief, pure hormones yelling in protest about todoroki moving away from him to any degree. fuck it, just shove him against the wall and get him off before making any attempt to separate! he grits his teeth against the urges and focuses on what's to come, the promise in todoroki's voice and the way he grabs is hips to steady him while he gets his legs back under him. there's no way the taller boy's going to miss the blonde's reaction when he gets manhandled like that. breath catching, dick jumping, muscles hardening, a surge of embarrassment and arousal over that guilty pleasure. todoroki's the only one who can get away with such a thing...
and then they're gone, pulled away from the shower wall by a warm hand wrapped around his wrist and an equally warm dick sliding out from between his cheeks. todoroki's not the only one who mouths his disappointment; there's and annoyed, grumpy cuss following him as they have to brave the necessary evil of moving without staying locked together.] What's it look like I'm doing?
[don't tell him to "come on" when he's getting dragged at the same time. he does manage to slap a hand over the shower knob to shut it off before it's out of reach, ever the responsible guy. it goes out of his head a second later when todoroki voices the end goal for this.] Ordering me around, Todoroki? [they both know his threats aren't very weighty right now. luckily the bath does have a sensor and has shut off before it overflows. but if they try to add two bodies' worth of mass to the water already in there, it's going to easily go all over the bathroom floor. he has to be the one to pull back, dragging todoroki to a stop before he can get into the tub.] Oy, wait. Drain it some first before you flood the fucking place.
[meaning he's going to be the one to brush past him, plunge his hand into the water, and pop the drain to let it start lowering the water level for a minute or so. more than enough time to pull todoroki over and make out with him there against the edge of the tub in the steam-filled room, naked body slotted up against the other hero's nude figure.]
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Date: 11/25/23 07:42 (UTC)he isn't particularly disappointed, in the end. the drain pops, the water starts to gurgle with life, and rather than be left there, staring at the water slowly pumping down, bakugou pulls him over; his attention is immediately dragged there, lids dropping, hands reaching in to wrap around bakugou's middle and hold him close--naked, bakugou's skin is hot against his, every muscle a sharp curve of the picture he paints of them together, feeling stomach to stomach, hip to hip, dick to dick. with a soft groan, their mouths meet, a kiss that he can't stop, a kiss that lingers there, mouthed in with tongue and the gentle pry of teeth, forcing bakugou's mouth open so that he can press his way inside of it, marking it with the steady, considerate pull of his tongue. his ear trains to the sound of the water, and impatient, his eyes open, hazy, to regard the bath: but not much water has been pulled from it just yet.
does it matter? maybe bakugou won't notice. mischievous, or maybe just impractical, he draws his arms back, gaze a playful, heated flash as he carefully steps one leg into the bath, and then the next. a bit of water sloshes over the rim of the tub; his hands stay on bakugou's arms, connecting them, but there's the edge of the bathtub that separates them, now, slowly easing his way down until he can fold himself into the hot water, where it hits near his ribs. the tub is deep, large enough to accommodate them both with more than adequate room; solemn, he pulls wordlessly at bakugou's hands, jaw set as though locked with determination--or perhaps just locked in the arousal he feels for him, centered solely on bakugou and no one else. )
Katsuki. ( now that it's loose on his tongue, he can't stop it. his voice is plaintive, expectant: as though in preparation, he stretches his legs out in front of him in the bath, watching bakugou with that quiet determination he always has, flared up into obvious want and desire. )
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Date: 11/27/23 19:26 (UTC)but the blonde only has a limited patience himself. even a few seconds to pop the drain is enough to test it to the point of wanting to do something immediately after his interruption's successful. meaning he's hauling todoroki over once more and pressing flush to him as the water leaks down behind them. his eyes hood, damp hair casting shade over his lids as he steps in close to his boyfriend's body. arms wind around todoroki's hips, wrists overlapping as he rests his hands atop the hero's pert glutes for no reason other than to caress and feel. warm skin, wet and alluring, todoroki's naked and he can touch him all over. chests and stomachs pressed together, knees brushing as he steps in close and rests a bare foot atop his boyfriend's own, the other slotting ankle to ankle. slowly rubbing his hips back and forth as their dicks nuzzle side by side, just has hard for each other. mouth to mouth... he can't get enough of it. the taste of his breath, the feel of his tongue, the sensation of todoroki's lips as they kiss over and over. they only need a minute or two of the water draining for it to be fine... if he can keep track of a minute with this gorgeous bastard in his arms.
maybe it doesn't matter. there's no way he doesn't notice todoroki stepping into the bath; it required him to break contact with at least one part of his body and that's enough to rip the blonde's alerts into selfish overdrive! he loses touch with his legs, his chest separated from his own, putting space between them until they're holding arms over the rim of the dividing tub. that brings a growl to his lips and a scowl to his face for such a fucking cheeky taunt. now he has to stand here and watch todoroki sink down in the tub, teasing him with a little slop of water over the rim. so much for his foresight and hard work. he stretches his leg backward, hooks his toes into he bathroom rug, and drags it over to the edge of the tub to kick it flush against it. there. now they can splash all they fucking want. never once taking his eyes off his boyfriend sinking down in the water and stretching his legs out in invitation.
no resistance. his name is the ticket and he climbs naked into the bath atop todoroki. standing for a moment over him, feet flanking his hips, before slowly lowering in a crouch and then a kneel as his knees settle on either side of his boyfriend's hips, feet pushed back to his knees or lower. deliberately kneeling atop his lap, his own erection rubbing against todoroki's stomach as he lets the taller boy's arousal slot up behind him and fit between his ass cheeks once more. rubbing and grinding, wanting to entice that heat all over again as he thrusts against todoroki's abs and squeezes his shaft between his glutes. both hands settle, one on his lover's shoulder, the other on the edge of the tub.] Shouto...
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Date: 12/3/23 23:48 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 12/4/23 23:38 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 12/11/23 00:06 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 12/13/23 21:02 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 12/27/23 02:46 (UTC)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.
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Date: 1/2/24 17:19 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 1/12/24 00:11 (UTC)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. )
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Date: 1/17/24 23:18 (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2/12/24 00:46 (UTC)every orgasm with bakugou has been something of a marvel, the sort of overwhelming thing, rich with emotions, that he's never experienced doing things by himself, but this one feels deeper, still. like it pulls at his nerves, twists them into knots only to unravel them again. a warm, thorough sort of feeling, racked through his chest and down the rest of his body.
it takes him a long moment to will his eyes open again, to crane his head up, slightly, from where it's fallen against the edge of the tub. his hands move, brush, light, cautious fingertips over bakugou's legs, up along his hips, ghosting lightly over the skin of his sides that's half-covered with the bath water. these are the kinds of touches he isn't sure he can get away with, any other time: wandering, marveling, possessive, content. he doesn't realize it until it's too late, but he's smiling, something small and dumb and pleased--something that he immediately forces off his face when it feels it finally blossoming, there. )
Soap. ( --is what he finally says. they've muddied the bath water, in a sense, and he's not sure the proper etiquette for something like this; he'd always used the bath separately from his siblings, since there had been more than one in the large, sprawling todoroki house, but even so, he knows that soap and the bath aren't supposed to mix, not traditionally. which is why it's a little funny to consider. ) Another...bath. Shower?
( the thoughts make sense to him, the options, but the words are slow and separate, run through with the same contentment that he feels, lying with bakugou pressed on top of him in the bath. in all honesty, he would probably be content to stay there, arms wrapped around bakugou's middle, and now that he's realized it, the water temperature picks up a little, a small, plodding note of heat that winds through it as he foregoes regulation to try to bring the bath up to some level of a hotter temperature.
or, there's another option--he gazes up at bakugou from beneath his wet bangs, and his smile is there again, something small and decidedly playful: )
Another round?
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Date: 2/14/24 22:08 (UTC)of course it's different than doing it by himself. there's someone else here, someone he trusts, touching him, feeling him, pulling him, making him feel things that he could never predict and thus surprise him because he knows where his hands are going but has no clue where todoroki's going to touch. a kiss on his lips, a dick sliding against his balls, a knee nudging the back of his thigh, a hand clasping the nape of his neck, things impossible to do when he lies with himself solo. of course the orgasm todoroki drags from him is different ever single time.
it's not just touches coming in that are unknown. he can give them back and does so despite the hazy afterglow swarming him with a lewd blanket. fingers drift wherever he feels like they're wanted, wandering across the arch of todoroki's pelvis on one side, mapping out the place where it curves round to the start of a single pert buttocks braced against the tub floor, then back around to the tantalizing slope into the sensitive valley of his groin, just alongside the floating hang of his sac beneath the still-turgid base of his shaft nuzzling alongside the inside of his own rear muscles. while his other is content to tour the ripples of todoroki's ribs, skirt just under his arm, and then wander down along the firm contours of his oblique before settling on the side of a toned thigh. content... content because this feels good. pure and simple.
soap ... that's what he's going to break the silence with. a request for soap after they've already done the cleaning off part in the shower and are now supposed to be soaking in the clean heat of clean water with clean bodies... that they've just contaminated with the best feeling in the world and left their own emission floating around their skin. right, because soap is going to help with that. yeah, that's rather stupid to even think about, but it's ironically logical too.
bath ... shower ... now he's convinced torodoki's just deliriously saying words that would be expected in a bathroom setting. drunk on afterglow, rambling out pleasure-slurred vocabulary to make some kind of small talk when they don't have to say a fucking word in the first place. it's tempting to stay just like this, kneeling over todoroki's lap, his thighs trapped between his bent legs, sitting with his dick slotted between his glutes and his chest pressing flush to the other boy's. he's close enough to feel the rise in temperature, a glowing warmth in sensation only that promises to rise the water temperature once more to a comfortable hot they can indulge in over and over as long as they want. he leans his head back finally, lifting it up enough that he can look down into todoroki's face from beneath the choppy canopy of his ashen blonde bangs. that playful smile right there below him.
another round/ ... he kisses him hard. mouth to mouth, tongue diving inside immediately, replacing exhausted afterglow with explosively reignited passion as he makes out with todoroki for almost a full minute. head tilting, kiss deepening, mouth separating just enough for a panting breath before he kisses again with another motion and grind. over and over until he's completely satisfied and leaning over his boyfriend's face, tongue just barely tracing his lips.] Fuck me.
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Date: 2/19/24 00:09 (UTC)he can feel it here, too: he's waiting for bakugou to tell him he's fucking ridiculous, or to shut up and stop ruining the moment; he knows that he shouldn't be interrupting, shouldn't be giving suggestions when the real option is to lay there, content and warm and pressed together, but there's something about bakugou that makes him want to take care of him, something about him that makes him want to check to be sure that he's doing the right thing. being friends is one thing, and he's still learning how to be one for everyone else, but being a boyfriend is something that goes so far beyond even his meager confidence in having friends and making friendships; if he messes something up, will bakugou leave? will he ruin everything because he suggested they put soap in the bath?
no, that's going a little too far. the smile on his face is still there, humbled by his own thoughts, but when bakugou towers over him, bending down to meet his mouth with his--he thinks that maybe he didn't ruin anything at all. maybe it's a good thing, being a little dumb about things like this.
because bakugou's mouth meets his and their tongues tangle, their mouths meet and he finds that he can't breathe under the intensity of it; there's a flash of heat into the bath, his hands grappling for bakugou's hips, squeezing over them, rocking into him as they kiss and touch and make out like there's no need for anything else: no need for air, no need for space, no need for clean bath water or even any acknowledgement of where they are except for the fact that they're in a love hotel, doing exactly what they're meant to be doing. it might have been the worst way to end up in one, but he's slowly finding himself pleased with the fact that they ended up here at all.
by the time they break apart, he's panting, lips pink and warm, tongue swiping out to taste the kiss on his mouth, to taste bakugou's saliva there, to taste the heat; the words make it even worse, a full-body shiver that goes from shoulders to arms to chest to hips, and it's a little uncomfortable, the flare of arousal with his dick still trapped, stubbornly, up against bakugou's body, rubbed gently against his cheeks, his balls, encased in the heat of the bath and his body. it's the most delicious thing he's felt since that orgasm, and his fingers flex in again, a squeeze at bakugou's hips in encouragement and quiet possession. )
In the bed. ( this is his own command, quiet and sure. ) I want you on your back.
( just the thought of it inspires another complicated tangle of arousal, heat pooling between his legs. )
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Date: 3/3/24 20:20 (UTC)but there are things that still piss him of about todoroki. that lack of confidence in their relationship is one thing. because it reflects on a lack of confidence in him. to think there'd be worry over him leaving just because todoroki does something stupid or makes a mistake or oversteps an assumption. he's not some weakling who changes his mind! he didn't agree to be todoroki's boyfriend based on a "try out" period! if he's going to do something, he's going to do it all the way, give it 100% percent, and grasp it with all the strength and confidence he can! he accepted todoroki as his boyfriend because he wants to be with the guy. no matter how much the other hero will inevitably piss him off because of how different they are. it's something todoroki will one day trust more strongly than now. even if the blonde is his usual grumpy sejf about getting interrupted, or being coddled, or making mistakes.
it's one reason why he's so adamant about looming over the other hero and kissing him, caging him in with the intensity that proves how much he wants to be here with him. lips to lips, teeth to teeth, biting at him amid the kiss as he soaks in todoroki's presence and pins him down with his own. there's hardly a time they're like this that he would ever say is ruined. only griped about if they hit and exceed a limit, which spills over into the following day.
a brief burst of telltale heat indicates todoroki's quirk momentarily flaring up. all because he's kissing him, something that stokes the blonde's ego good and hard. hands grab at his hips and he answers with a hard palm against todoroki's shoulder, holding on and copping feels without hesitation. his other's content to cup at his jaw, drag him up into the kiss as much as he's barreling down into this oral claim. he wants to shove this feeling so far down todoroki's throat, he'll brand it into his gullet and guts. this desire and want, a promise that he's not going anywhere, not leaving him, not growing tired of him ever. he stopped thinking about the reality of their situation a while ago. probably to their detriment, but there's nothing else they can really do. the stake out's become a make out and he can't be fucked to care about anything else right now save for todoroki. tongue, taste, touch, tease...
he leans back just enough to put a tiny filament of space between their mouths, where breath and saliva can still intermingle as tongues slip out to taste the glossy remains. still so close that sweeping slick muscle runs against his own. heavy breaths, flushed faces, lips a little kiss swollen, their bodies pressed flush together transmitting the head to toe shudder of pleasure. it's a good feeling, hot and amazing. he should care about how todoroki's dick remains trapped against his ass, his balls neglected even as the blonde's cock ruts still-hard against those amazing abdominal muscles of his boyfriend's. he wants him. wants him more now than he did at the beginning, impossibly enough. you'd think an orgasm or two would make it die down, but apparently not. fucking love hotel. the possessive grip at his hips and those heated words are enough to kick him into action. commanding him, both a turn on and spur.]
Thought I told you not to order me around. [so he says as his dick jumps against todoroki's stomach in excitement and arousal from his boyfriend's command. they had their first time together face to face after all. with a rush of water, he pushes himself up, standing to his feet over todoroki as the bath water pours down his skin and splashes back into the bath in front of his boyfriend's body. it's a hell of a show and he doesn't mind at all, erect cock bobbing between his thighs and almost smacking the other hero in the face. so what. he's seen it. done more than seen it. with one wet hike of his leg after the other, he steps out of the bath, sluicing water onto the rug around the rim. just to give some space so todoroki can follow him. he's probably not even going to dry off before they're on the bed.]
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Date: 3/11/24 00:13 (UTC)there's always been something embarrassingly desirable about seeing the way that bakugou reacts to him: he can easily take the insults, the yelling through text, the ridicule of his ideas or his answers or even, on some days, the bid to be left alone, and at first it had felt funny, a warm, tickling feeling of perverse pleasure in having bakugou's attention at all. it isn't as though he's possessive of it, at least not to that extent: he respects bakugou's friendship with midoriya, and respects that there are some places where he'll never quite measure up to the cheeky way that someone like kaminari or kirishima can come in close, arms swinging, and drape themselves all over bakugou in the common room. but it's different, when it's like this: different, because he's different, because they're different, because there's a large jump between friendship and a relationship that he hadn't realized would be quite so large until they got there.
until he saw what he could do to bakugou's body, and what bakugou could do to him.
it's almost embarrassing, the way that this feels even worse than those desperate bids for arousal during their first time, messed around in the showers at the dorm--it feels worse in the sense that he wants it that much more, that bakugou coming up onto his feet, towering over him in the bath, makes him want to reach for his hips and topple him back down again. it would be pointless, and precisely against the words that he'd said himself, the command that he'd let loose from his tongue, but it's hard to remember that when he's nearly face to face with the hot length of bakugou's hard cock, framed just slightly away from his face.
with a slow swallow, he forces himself to palm his hands against the edges of the tub, gripping at them to keep himself seated. he waits, watches, follows bakugou's movements as he steps out of the tub entirely, feet onto the half-soaked mat that's soggy with the bathwater they'd sloshed over onto it previously. he studies the curve of bakugou's back, the narrow dip of his waist, the sharp, enticing shape of his ass--and he immediately pushes his weight into his palms, lifting himself out of the bath with just enough finesse to at least hit the drain to work the water out. the sound of it staring to spiral down, sloshed along the sides of the tub, is the only warning he gives before he's stepping behind bakugou onto the rug, slinging a cold arm around his middle to rope him in against him. )
Do you want a towel? ( he says, murmured somewhere into the side of bakugou's wet neck, murmured somewhere against the edges of his wet hair; he holds him there, back to chest, holds him up against him and finds he's entirely too reluctant to let him go again, despite the fact that--yet again--this contradicts his previous command. maybe he should have thought about this more. maybe bakugou shouldn't have gotten out of the bath looking like a model--the thought makes his breath pan out into a faint, soundless chuckle against his neck. if he said that out loud, stupidly, he knows it wouldn't go well. ) I'll get one.
( he doesn't really care if the bed gets wet, but it's the principle of the thing. reluctantly, he lets his arm drop, a ghost of icy fingers against the taut skin of bakugou's stomach as he moves away from him, heading to gather up two of the complimentary towels and drape them over his arm, fully intending to let bakugou head out of the bathroom ahead of him--at least, that's what his expression says as he turns back to him, gives one quirk of a brow, and waits, patience outweighing the stiff electric jump in his veins at seeing bakugou's naked, wet body there. )
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Date: 3/15/24 15:58 (UTC)so he stands in front of him, shameless in exposing his body to the guy he climbed into the bath with. showing him just what kind of effect todoroki's words and attention has on him. not all physical, though obviously conveyed through the red dusting his cheeks and hardness standing above his thighs. of course he finds todoroki desirable, enough to want him all for himself, a feeling he keeps tempered because the jealous boyfriend is not a trope he wants to be known for. there are plenty others important to todoroki's life, from his close friendship with midoriya who saved todoroki more than the blonde ever has, to iida who gave his all to help protect his classmate's life and still fosters that respect held towards todoroki, to kaminari who doesn't care who he's flopping his arms over and grinning cheeky things into their ear. yet when he's with todoroki, everything between them is unique and special, something no one else can come close to. it's different, the space between friend and boyfriend, and that's something he'll selfishly guard forever.
but damn, it'd be a lie to say he doesn't appreciate what he can call from todoroki's body. just standing up in front of him, on purpose, has those mismatched eyes locked onto his hips, as if the focus of his boyfriend's world spirals into a single point emblazoned before him. arousal, desire, want, need, he's momentarily expecting to be caught around the hips by those strong hands and either hauled forward with that warm mouth sheathing about his cock, or unceremoniously dropped right back into the water to make good on a previously-bed-backed command in the bath instead. if someone told him he'd be able to drag such visceral responses from that frozen prick walking through u.a.'s halls at the start of the year, he would've blasted them out the window for being fucking stupid. now look at him... at them...
todoroki's physically refusing to follow until he's cleared from the bath's perimeter. it's endearing and arousing together to know he's trying so damn hard not to let lust and passion overrule his want. reaching up, he scuffs a hand through the back of his hair, flinging tiny droplets of water all over since he's still damp from the chest up and soaked from the chest down. dripping water around his feet as it trails over his torso and legs. he should go to the bed, but it's far more alluring to stand here and look over his shoulder at his boyfriend's biceps flexing the moment he decides to haul himself out of the tub. a sight he refuses to miss even for the bed. red eyes trail in clear desire down the sculpture of todoroki's torso, following streams of water funneling into the narrow angle of his waist, how droplets fall and fling from his fingers and balls, sloshing liquid off his ankles as his feet brace on the rug they're both leaving soaked by now. water never hurt a handsome man, the saying goes...]
No. [a cold arm ropes about his stomach and he's drawn back, pressing flush against todoroki's chest and stomach as the water glues them together in the warm bathroom air. without hesitation, he steps back one leg, hooks his ankle about the back of his boyfriend's, and swings an arm up and behind him to cup the back of todoroki's head, fingers threading into drenched hair while that warm mouth nuzzles into the side of his neck. holding him there just as needing, feeling his body molded to his own, similar to their press together in the shower earlier. selfish, greedy, who cares about what was commanded earlier. it's todoroki's fault for being so damn attractive when he's wet. the quiet little laugh and prompt to get a towel...]
Tch. [grumbling, he lets his arm fall, fingers skimming a brief touch down todoroki's shoulder and upper arm as the other boy leaves him to go get the damn towels. shouldn't just kept him there. only after their bodies are no longer melded together does he finally make for the door, heedless of the water he trails and wet footprints left behind on the tiles. the carpet in the room's a nice sensation on his soles, though hell if either of them want to know what's been deep cleaned out of this room from ceiling to floor during its existence. a mirror across from him shows the clear image of todoroki following him out of the bathroom, capturing the red lights glistening in water beads on his nude figure and highlighting this stupidly beautiful man he's fallen in love with.
annoying how fast he makes his blood run. stopping at the bed, he reaches an arm behind him, though whether it's for the towel or for his boyfriend is up to todoroki to decide.] Give.
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Date: 3/20/24 01:15 (UTC)it's different, now. the more time they spent together, the more he came to understand him just as he came to understand himself--the more he craved that time together, craved the moments where he could interact with him, craved the text messages, the playful arguments, and the slow, careful path to flirting. in the end, it became less about tolerating the test of his own patience against bakugou's sharp tongue, and more about tolerating the test of his own patience in terms of imagining bakugou's tongue everywhere else. a shameful thing to think about, to imagine, to use a classmate, a friend, for that kind of fantasy--for that kind of imagination, but even there, his willpower could only hold out for so long.
here, his willpower can also only hold out for so long. bakugou steps out of the bathroom, towards the bed, and he trails behind him slowly, forcing his steps to be measured, forcing his hands to muss with the towels in his arms rather than reach for him. by the time bakugou makes it to the end of the bed, he's half-thinking of pushing him right down over the edge of it, forcing him to bend in at the middle, and bend himself down over him; bashfulness keeps him away from action, and in answer, he comes to a stop just behind bakugou.
and, of course, he solemnly hands him one of the towels. )
Hmmn. ( forcing his gaze away from bakugou's wet body, he focuses on himself: focuses on toweling himself off, routine and mediated, patting his arms, his chest, his stomach and back up again, ruffling at wet hair. ) This is...all complimentary, right?
( so he says as he's working a few steps around the large, alarming width of the bed, heading towards one of the bedside tables so that he can he can take a look at all the goodies, there. some of the things, neatly lined up and prepared, make him heat: his cheeks flush, briefly, before he forces it down again; one hand continues toweling at the ends of his hair, while the other flicks long fingers through condoms, tissue packets, and small plastic lube samplers. it's obvious he's curious, having never been exposed to these kinds of things before--he's mostly learning as he goes.
with the help of one person in particular. he gently tugs a condom out from the basket, lifting it up, holding it near his shoulder as he turns, wordless, as though he's asking bakugou if he wants him to use it. )
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Date: 3/22/24 15:41 (UTC)it's not like he's immune to those thoughts while they're separated. the first time he found himself drifting away from his schoolwork and onto the sight of todoroki opening his shirt one button at a time, he exploded in rage, embarrassed and aroused all at once. but as time moved on and their relationship grew, he came to accept those thoughts, look forward to the time they got to spend together whether neutral or carnal, accept texts that would've left him snarling and blocking the idiot's number, and figuring out whether todoroki was trying to flirt with him or just being weird. as well as letting himself think about that shirt falling away, hands sliding the zipper down his pants, shedding clothes one after another until todoroki was splayed out naked before him and he was left gripping his own dick on his bed and cussing between grit teeth because the other boy wasn't in his fucking room to make that fantasy a reality.
could todoroki have slotted right up against his back, dripping wet and half hard? could he see himself getting bent over at the waist and pressed into the bed as todoroki molded against his back and ass to lean over him and impale him once again? yeah, but he's not doing that, now is he. instead, the towel's passed over and he takes it, rubbing at the side of his neck almost immediately to wipe away some water tickling towards the dip behind his collarbone. if they ended up on the bed, a tangle of dripping limbs and wet bodies, soaking the bed into a promise of cool discomfort later, he wouldn't have said anything, likely far too busy with his mouth pressing to todoroki's.
but instead, he's toweling off, running it under his chin, down his chest, across his shoulders, hand winding about his own arm and down his hips to wipe away the water droplets doing things to his muscles that todoroki's tongue and hands had done earlier. he occasionally steals a glimpse over his shoulder at the other hero as he dries off, watching the towel trail over his chest, stomach, arms, neck, as it drags his eyes from one attractive point to another. hot. todoroki's very hot. even when he's scuffing at his hair with the towel, leaving it in a rare state of semi-tousled that he finds stupidly attractive. what is it seen the perfect guy look a little not so perfect that makes "he's handsome" turn into "he's fucking gorgeous" every time?]
How the fuck should I know?! I don't come here!! [he assumes it is. it's a fucking love hotel. what kind of idiots would charge that much, then 100 yen you to death on towels and shampoo? he drapes the towel around his neck, hair still a damp explosion of spikes, and quirks a brow when todoroki peers into the bedside table. yeah, didn't think he'd find a damn travel guide and some mints in there, huh. he follows to wind up at todoroki's side, looking down into the drawer with him as the other boy's fingers wander through the items. there's still that cabinet on the other side of the room, probably full of sex toys and other items of the trade... he leans back when todoroki straightens up and glances at the condom with the unspoken question hovering over it.
and promptly swats it out of his boyfriend's hand with a smart smack.] Don't mess with me. I've fucking swallowed you.
[if he can take him in his mouth and stomach (and on his face and chest and hands and-) he can take him in his ass.]
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