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Date: 4/7/24 22:33 (UTC)so he lets his own towel drop, along the side of the bed to the floor--they might need it later, but there are plenty of tissues at the bedside, too. there had been a time where being naked in front of bakugou had been a little embarrassing--but it says a lot about how he feels that he doesn't even really think of it, anymore, doesn't think it matters at all when he moves closer to the side of the bed, bare legs brushing against the covers. and in the end, nothing really matters when bakugou is easing back onto the bed like that, spreading himself out on the sheets just like he asked him to do. just like he ordered him to do.
somehow, he hadn't expected that. watching smooth skin and tight muscle arch itself out across the covers, a wet head of hair that hits the pillows, the flex of strong arms, and the long, lean line of bakugou's body--it stirs something in him, the same something that had him gripping possessive hands around bakugou's middle, hauling him back against his body in the shower. it's not the first time that he's thought bakugou can be truly and honestly beautiful, in a way: not in the sense of long lashes and dainty fingers and shapely curves, but beautiful in the way that his body reflects all of his hard work, a vessel for all of that fiery determination and strength that drives him crazy. beautiful in the way that his eyes flash, a maelstrom of desire and expectation, the way that his lips part with breath, the way that his cheeks flare with the faint embarrassment of putting himself on display. he doesn't think he should say it out loud--at this point, he'd probably get a pillow thrown at his head.
but he's watching. watching, rapt and silent--watching, his gaze blown out over the shape of bakugou's body on the mattress, and when he says you're drooling, shouto he isn't even sure that it's really a tease. the hand not palming the little packet of lube lifts up, brushes shamelessly against his chin as though to catch any kind of drool that might be there, and finds nothing, lips pressing out just slightly in a put-upon sort of pout. )
I'm not. ( soft, adamant, embarrassed--but he dips a knee into the mattress, and then the next, sliding and working himself up in between bakugou's thighs, which he spreads with a deft touch to one side, and then the next, forcing his knees to tent. ) But you can't blame me even if I was.
( he wants to lean down, tower over him and close his lips over bakugou's mouth, lock him into a kiss that will force him into the pillows--but he waits, sitting back on his legs; he waits, and instead, goes to tear the tab off the lube with his teeth, hands working between bakugou's thighs to smear the contents, messy and cool, against his palm and fingers in a place where bakugou will have to sit up to see. maybe he's being just a little cheeky--or still trying to pull that tension until it snaps. )
You want me, right?
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Date: 4/10/24 20:11 (UTC)the towel falls away and he jabs his elbows into the bed to prop himself up, head tilted on his neck as his eyes burn beneath the damp spikes of his bangs. a while ago, he would've yelled at the guy to cover up outside the shower/bath, but now, the brazen shedding of that material, baring himself to his eyes, is a welcome invitation and promise all for him. there's no further embarrassment in todoroki's eyes, no hesitation as he moves from his place on the floor to the side of the bed on quiet feet, until his shins brush the covers and a supple knee presses to the satin surface. giving him all of todoroki to indulge in visually, red gaze raking over him top to bottom and jumping from one attractive point to the next. it's never been a secret the boy is considered the most attractive in their class...
attractive is a hollow word that doesn't do todoroki justice. right now, he's seeing that in pure form. a gorgeous young man whose physical beauty stands unmatched. not some flushing maiden, but a strong hero with a figure born testament of the intense training and strength honing his power within. how many times has he traced the lines of his throat, touched the curves of his chest as breath fills his lungs, felt the cut of his stomach pressed to his own, or the flex of limber arms and legs hooking around his shoulder, middle, thighs, wherever todoroki can hold onto him in that possessive grip that makes his mind run red for so many reasons. mismatched eyes blown wide in lust and arousal, lips parted slightly to give way to a silent, heavy breath, shamelessly standing there nude and perfect as he takes him in without guilt. want. of course he wants him. more than anything right now.]
Not there, idiot. [even if he's damn right drooling in his mind from the way those eyes ravenously run across his body, laid out on the bed as presented offering to the young man he's given himself to, and makes fight for him each time. that soft voice, laden with stubborn and shy, proves just how "drooling" he very much is, and his eyes snap down to the soft grind of knee against the mattress, how it makes the lines of todoroki's thigh shift beneath his fair skin, hardens his calf behind his joint, brings the heel of his foot upward into view and makes a visceral display of his boyfriend climbing onto the bed. towards him. onto him. until his warm body is between his thighs, the inside of his calves and shins brushing at the outside of todoroki's because the taller boy deliberately spreads his legs enough to fill out the space between them... and he loves it. even as one knee digs under his own, forcing him to finally tent his joint upward and lift his knee to allow todoroki access beneath it. and the other, the instep of his feet finally settling on the backs of his boyfriend's ankles to keep him trapped between the now-arched angles of legs.]
I'll blame you all I want. [half-distracted by the raw sight of todoroki taking the rim of the lube between his teeth and tearing it off, much to his face-flushed twitch-dicked interest. fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is, and yet his blood's running twice as fast, his muscles visibly tighten in interest, and his throat dips behind a hard swallow as wider red eyes stare up at todoroki's towering presence over him. a god between his thighs, preparing for a ritual where they become one again and again... and he wants to see. enough that he finally earns himself a snarl before pushing up from his elbows onto his hands instead, bracing them behind his body so he can lift himself onto his lower back and finally grant himself the privilege to see todoroki's actions between his legs.] Of course I fucking do.
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Date: 4/20/24 22:26 (UTC)is that better, or worse? his cheeks tint, a faint pink of embarrassment, but he doesn't mind it, doesn't care if bakugou's staring at him, staring at his mouth, staring at his body or staring at the point of contact where he is, without any concern, drooling with interest; it's a typical thing between them, his thoughts always taking bakugou's words and dragging them into a different direction with utter confidence, until bakugou himself drags him back with complaint. with anyone else, his missteps and his confusion and his social awkwardness can become a point of uncomfortable tension--he doesn't like disappointing others, doesn't like forcing them to explain themselves, doesn't like testing their patience. for some people, like izuku, there's a warmth to the way they talk, a heat that tells him he's just fine to show up how he is, strange, colliding thoughts and all; or people like kirishima, who take his miscommunication with a warm grin and follow him along his train of odd thought as though it's a path to take together.
bakugou's always smartly dragging him right back to where he should be. and he's always enjoyed it, a little, enjoyed the way that bakugou's personality can heat up, explode, jerk them down another seemingly different path, together. for all that he's heard their other classmates deem him hard to deal with, he's always found it comfortable to be together with bakugou, to call him his friend despite protest--and now, to call him something more than that, to surprisingly no protest at all.
so he doesn't mind, in the end. a soft, small little smile, bashful, and that's the end of that thought; his hand is busy, slick and wet between them, but rather than go for bakugou's body, he cants a hand down the length of his own cock, gripping it with firm fingers, sliding from base to tip with a slow pass of interest. the packet of lube's spent now, smeared all over his palm, down his fingers, and some is on the bedsheets beneath him--he figures that's fine, given where they are, and he abandons the empty packaging over the side of the bed, lost to the pile of wet towels. bakugou's sliding himself up, from elbow to palm and then bent at the middle, and he finds his gaze gone, from his own dick up to bakugou's stomach, along his chest, until finally settling in against that honed red gaze.
he gets one more smile: but it's less soft, something heated and sure, something that can practically taste bakugou's breath between them, can imagine the feeling of their lips pressed together in earnest. it pulses a heat down through him, tangled into the complicated excitement past his stomach; his cock tenses a little, twitching slightly in the hold of his own fingers. )
I want you, too. ( quietly--it doesn't have to be said, and no matter how flippant, how heated, how argumentative bakugou is, he always wants to answer him like this, answer him with solid reassurance, answer him despite not needing an answer at all. ) I want you. I really want you.
( like this, spread between his thighs--like this, staring into the heat of his gaze. like later, when they'll tangle into sheets and each other's arms, high off orgasm; like the morning, where he'll wake up and put his fingers through bakugou's hair and kiss him awake. in some ways it's absolutely terrifying to realize that this is one person who he might just love, a concept that's felt so foreign to him, something that he's never really learned how to understand. every bit of it, between his parents, between his siblings, between all of them, had been so twisted and painful, a farce created off a pretty ideal. is he even capable of loving something without hurting it? is it fair, to allow himself to fall so thoroughly?
with a shallow breath, his hand slides, a palm that rubs over the head of his cock and then down, further, dipping between bakugou's legs. slick fingertips brush, a shiver down the length of bakugou's dick, a warm, wet hand that cups at his balls, wrist twisted to ghost his palm down against the curve of his ass. lips pressed together, he tips forward a little--somewhat in challenge, somewhat to start to unbalance bakugou, as if he might flatten him down to the mattress again, but his fingers bend and angle, and it's the smooth confidence of knowing what he's doing here, at least, that lets him keep going. a finger that teases, gently pressing along the perineum, slicked through to find the hole past there and arch his fingertip in against it before slipping it inside--and then, after just a moment, add in the tip of his middle finger, too, plunging forward at a slow pace. )
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Date: 5/1/24 17:49 (UTC)even if he has to drag the boy by the proverbial collar or back of his head out of his stupor into the present again. there's something charming about handling a guy who's so "new" to the world, fascinated or curious about some of the most mundane crap he's ever seen. whether todoroki's marveling about arcades or pestering him about random questions that pop into his head, explosive response resulting, he's never found the guy so exasperating, it warrants punting him. because despite his temper, the blonde's fiercely loyal to those who earn his favor and trust, to say nothing of affection.
red eyes lock to the descent of todoroki's hand, following slick fingers down the firm backdrop of defined abdominal muscles until they reach the glistening head of his cock and finally wrap around the solid shaft. unbidden, he runs the tip of his tongue against the upper row of his teeth, breath coming out in a heated, silent rush of desire as his body reacts visibly to that sight in front of him. soft skin dragging upward towards todoroki's glans before sliding back down to pull taut as the base of his hand reaches the start of his balls. dripping lube off his cock and hanging sac onto the bed below, a lewd promise of exactly what he's agreed to. bastard, no one said todoroki could look so damn attractive pitching a stupid little packet of lube over his shoulder! ... or raze him with his mismatched eyes as those teal and slate irises wander up his body and finally lock with his own gaze. fuck.
his boyfriend really is a handsome man. that heated smile takes his breath and he wants to kiss him, devour that smile until torodorki's a breathless mess against his mouth as he wraps around him and traps him here with him. unable to escape, unable to get away as his arms and legs wrap about his body in a quartet of shackles that convey as much passion and attraction as he can give. arousal's a damn bitch sometimes when he feels like he can't get enough of the taller hero.
i want you too. he's heard those words before from todoroki's lips, but there's a heat to them now that lances him in the stomach, makes his dick jump and has him curling his toes in the sheets, one hand moving to rest his knuckle against his mouth like it might hide the flare of red heat blooming over his damn face.] Bastard... Who said you could talk to me like that?
[nevermind he's physically asking him to voice those desires. there's so much more they have in store for later, when worn out from the sex and passion, light creeping in through the window, a grumbling sound coming from his throat because this brat thinks he can wake him up while he's sleeping without any repercussions. one arm thrown over that trim waist in a protective loop so todoroki can sleep knowing he's there, with him, wanting him, holding him. possessive, protective, defensive. it's been so long since he's slept beside someone before this half-cold,half-hot dork came into his life. now the bed can feel too big and empty if he's not settled in beside the other boy at night. someday, he'll have to face that idea of love, but right now... this is fine to explore together, knowing it's only deepening with each instance.
todoroki trades his own dick for his hips, red eyes never once leaving the mismatched pair staring at him as he feels strong fingers settle on the underside of his shaft. his cock twitches under todoroki's fingertips and his breath catches in a gasp when the boy cups at his balls. he instantly grits his teeth, pretending that slip never happened, brows furrowing and daring his boyfriend to acknowledge that noise. before letting his breath out again as fingers slid ontothe curve of his ass. he lifts his hips slightly, both legs spreading a bit more and his feet planting flat on the bed to brace himself. almost in defiance as todoroki leans forward in a stupidly attractive threat to pin him down or start folding him in half, who the fuck knew which. one eye twitches in a slight wince as a single finger pushes between the muscular rounds of his cheeks, his perineum still tingling from that trailing touch along its path. god, he wants to tell him to shove the damn thing in! todoroki's already waiting long enough since getting out of the damn bath! there's a brief tension where tip probes his hole, puckered muscle clenching stubbornly against the intrusion... before wet pressure penetrates and slides inside.] Ngh-!
[why does getting fingered always contrast with todoroki thrusting his dick inside him from the st-] Ah- Fuck! [second finger! he jolts, eyes widening and one foot arching up on the ball as both hands fist in the pillows beside his head. hot muscle clenches down instinctively, squeezing at the pair working their way inside him slowly, letting him feel all those damn details.] You're taking... your time with this... brat.
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Date: 5/12/24 22:06 (UTC)this is something entirely different. bakugou says you're taking your time with this in that way he knows means something else entirely different, too: a way for bakugou to plead with him without pleading, a way for bakugou to bend to him, too. with a hot breath, pulsed into the space between them, his hand presses in smooth, the heel of his palm rubbed gently in against bakugou's balls as his fingers press in deeper, rubbing into him, circling with a small sliver of impatience that's threaded in now because of the sight of bakugou spread out beneath him. the way that his fingers dig into the pillows, the way that his mouth parts with breath, the way that his eyes glaze a little--he can feel all of that sliding down through him, clenching into a firm fist of arousal, his own brows knitting slightly against the impatient pulse of it. )
Don't you want it to be good? ( he says, but it's almost a tease: warm and slow, quiet and amused; with a dip of his head down, hiding beneath the damp tangle of his bangs, he clenches his jaw, rolls his fingers in, and tries to remember that he's doing this for a reason. ) Katsuki.
( patience is something that's been burned into him: something that, despite his upbringing, he's managed to measure out in spades. maybe it's because he always felt like he had to bide his time, always felt like he had to lock himself into the back of his thoughts, that he just had to make it one more hour of training, one more day of the week, one more week out of the month. as though there could be a day, someday, where all of it would fall away--as though he could find the end to the torture of living in that house, being under his father's watchful eye. he's never lost his patience with bakugou, despite the fact that he knows he's constantly trying bakugou's own patience: but he's always been thorough, firm, an unyielding, patient presence that could never be pushed away or brushed aside. maybe that's the positive to his stubborn nature.
but he doesn't drag things out, either. he wants bakugou as badly as he can tell bakugou wants him, the way he clenches in around his fingers--it takes a gentle probing, a curve of his fingertips, to encourage him to loosen just a little, enough that he can drag his hand back. his other palm is steady into the mattress at bakugou's side, holding himself up above him; with another swallow, he gives himself a rewarding pass of his palm over his own cock, squeezing it shamelessly as he guides it down between bakugou's thighs, the head of it knocked a little clumsily against his sac and then, nimbly, against the curve of his ass before he presses in further. he doesn't need that hand there, steadying his own cock: not when he can rub and tease the head of it in against that slicked entrance, bumping forward, forcing himself past that tight ring of muscle with a breath that catches, unbidden, in his throat.
his arm tents, weight jerked down onto his forearm, their chests closer together--his hips guide forward, sliding into the tight heat of bakugou's body, his head hanging between his shoulders, unable to look at bakugou as he rolls his way into him as though he might just lose it from something as simple as the way bakugou clenches in around him, as though refusing to let him go. )
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Date: 5/19/24 21:03 (UTC)he answered all those questions as best he could a long time ago. it's why he's here with him now. growling at him about taking his time, knowing todoroki understands the demanding plea behind that rough question. one molten breath and his own shoves out of him in a grunt of pleasure and sensation as a rounded hand base presses against his balls and two fingers slide further inside his ass with another slick squelch. his legs tent up at the knees as if caught by hooks, abdominal muscles harden under his glistening stomach thanks to those wicked digits drawing circles inside his body. he clenches up around him, purposeful and instinctive, inner muscles going smooth tunnel to a surrounding mass of hills that demand more entrance and immediate retreat simultaneously. todoroki's inside him, connected again... proving once more that the answer to many of those questions was "yes" - he wants to be with him. there's no reason to fear not being enough. because he doesn't go back on his word.]
It's already good, dammit! [hard to sound demanding when his breath it hitching in his throat and his dick's twitching eagerly between his thighs because someone's got his damn fingers painting circles behind his fucking abdomen. that clench of a jaw is all the warning he gets-] Agh-! [he drops his foot hard against his boyfriend's calf, stepping down and arching on the ball of it as pleasure and sensation race on his hips again.] S- Shoto!
[patience can also be a real pain in the ass. how many times has he not blown todoroki to the skies when he was raring to do so? racing beside him in the forest and snarling about getting in his way, yelling at him for walking in front of him to the stupid remediation course, hauling him up by the collar to scream at his semi-conscious face to fight back, pinning him against the wall in the shower in a rush of embarrassment and stubborn desire because he wanted him. yet he's never followed through with splattering him all over the ground. todoroki's strong, weathering all of it, until the storm passes and he's kissing him hard and firm beneath the shower spray, against the pillow, in the shadows of a jacket hood, naked and sweating on the bed as he pants out his name and swallows his fingers between his thighs. todoroki's as stubborn as he is and he loves it despite the crash. or perhaps due to that.
it's hard to relax himself and loosen up, even with those gentle coaxing motions inside. throbbing with heat and gripping at his tips and joints to get in further. finally, reluctantly letting go enough to let todoroki pull his hand back. he grimaces in discomfort and annoyance as fingers slip out of him, one hand tugging down to grip at his boyfriend's forearm above the hand planted on the bed by his ribs. he's seen this sight before, todoroki leaning over him, held up above his body, hair hanging in a gentle curtain on either side of his face and brow as he reaches down and touches his own cock out of the blonde's sight. but he sees it on his face, the way his throat dips in a swallow, the set of his jaw, his brows furrow, one eye twitches in a slight cringe, lips press together before parting for a low breath, cheeks flushed pink with want. such a beautiful guy... bringing his hips between his thighs, knees passing todoroki's sides as he lifts his hips slightly to give him access.
his chest sinks in a low groan as the velvet shroom of his head brushes accidentally against his sac, grumbling a bit because he missed and it felt good. even moreso as it drags down his perineum, nudges against his buttocks, and finally slips between the twin muscles. thank fuck todoroki takes his hand away and does it by pure feeling after that. up and down, nuzzling his cock to the inside of his cheeks and smearing precum across his puckered hole. it clenches inward each pass, eager then disappointed, before finally catching. he slaps one hand onto his boyfriend's shoulder, the other slipping down to grapple at his wrist. legs lift, one hooking around todoroki's narrow hips, the other embracing the back of his thighs to hold onto him as his cock pushes his entrance open. just do it-
pop.
feels like his breath punches out of him. todoroki collapses onto his forearm, their chests coming close, his legs tense around the other boy's hips and limbs as the long-since-memorized shape of his head pushes into his body. he's greedy immediately, absorbing that stretching burn and then arching as todoroki pushes in further. muscle rolls inward, dragging in a tight, wet slide down the other hero's shaft as he pushes forward inch by inch. his head falls back on the pillow, mouth open in a silent yell of pleasure as he clenches his eyes shut. abs harden, chest swells, heart pounds, body throbs, hands and legs grip, he's pulling todoroki close and into him because it feels amazing and he doesn't want him to go anywhere but further in.] Shoto!
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Date: 6/2/24 23:27 (UTC)then again, it's been a long time since he's considered bakugou just a friend, to him.
so maybe it's bakugou's fault, a little, that there's such an intensity here. he'd felt it that first time, fumbling together under the darkness of a place they shouldn't have been doing things they shouldn't have been doing, and he'd felt it after, in the shower, straining his mouth against bakugou's mouth, panting against him, grappling for his hair and his hands in quiet desperation. for as much as he's learning how to feel his own feelings in his friendships, it's an entirely different beast to learn how he feels in a relationship: to have to admit to himself how badly he wants to feel bakugou's breath on his skin, to wake up in the morning and see him already getting up out of bed, stretching in the early hours before heading out for training. maybe it's so intense because it's such a precious thing, then: the risk of losing something like this is more than he thinks he could bear.
there's something about this moment that feels just as intense as all the other moments, and it's strange, really, that he thinks he always feels like this--that he hasn't lost any of that passion, any of that desperation, any of that arousal for the way that bakugou touches him or the way that bakugou lets him touch him. is it going to be like this, then, every time they have sex? his whole stomach flips, tense, wrought with heat, and as he guides his hips in, here, as he feels bakugou's legs tense around him, feel his body part around him, he can feel his skin prickle with the weight of goosebumps, his thoughts so wrapped around the tight feeling of bakugou's insides that he can't possibly think to control his quirk at all. he pushes in, guides his hips forward, pants into the crook of bakugou's neck and feels his arm clench with the effort to keep his weight up.
he can't explain the way it feels, when bakugou says his name like that. it makes him feel like he might come just from the sound alone. )
I know. ( he has to say, mouthed in against bakugou's neck, because he's afraid of pulling his head back up again, afraid of what his face looks like, afraid of the heat and the pleasure and the possessive fervor there. ) I know. It's--
( how can he even put it into words, the feeling? his whole body rocks, pulsing forward between bakugou's legs, forcing him to loosen just enough to let him move; he can feel bakugou's chest beneath his, already slicking up with a little bit of sweat, and down between his legs, the glossy stick of precum oozed from his erection, trapped between them. there's another push of his hips in, testing the give, testing the resistance; his lips skim, a hot pressure against the throb of bakugou's pulse in his neck.
here, hidden in against him, it's safe to moan--safe to let the sound, deep and heady, echo in against bakugou's ear as he keeps rolling into him, a rocking rhythm that holds its intensity. )
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Date: 6/11/24 22:02 (UTC)relationships have always been an annoyance to him, getting in the way, so he never thought he'd want to have one. now, with todoroki, he wants to. wants to fall asleep to the sound of his gentle breathing. wants to steal a minute or so in the breaking dawn light to look at his handsome face after waking a little earlier than him. this is something he has no intention of ever losing. it's a dangerous thing, admitting to caring that much... but he guesses his mom was right about the blessing of it outweighing the inevitable curse that comes along with it.
he thinks this is always going to feel intense. sex with todoroki. when he wants him bad enough he gets irritated when he's not around for a long time. when he's concerned about him to the point of staying up until he comes home (most of the time). when he's attracted to him so much each kiss, touch, grind sends his skin into a burst of nerves exploding and arousal kicking up into a hard burn. todoroki's not lost any of that intensity with him. passion, neediness, arousal. all of it. his hips slide forward, burning the inside of his thighs as he wraps his legs tightly around his boyfriend's narrow waist, and that sweet bite of pain and pleasure as he presses inside him.
stretches him open in that perfect way he's already memorized, the shape and feeling of todoroki's arousal as he starts to fill him up. he can't help the way his body tightens around him, squeezing in a fluttering ripple of wet heat that at once tries to expel him and pull him in. a sharp gasp sucks between his jaws as he spears him even further, head dropping against the pillow, chest arching upward the deeper inside he goes. fingers fist into the back of his hair, the other hand scrambling over sweaty skin as he tries to alleviate the sensation of todoroki connecting with him again. like this, together, one body.]
Ngh-! ... fu-uck... [it breaks in the middle as his breath catches, body throbbing the second he feels todoroki's length pulse inside him as if the other boy's going to come before he's even fully inside. lips move against his neck, tracing out his acknowledgement on his skin. he clenches his eyes shut, grits his teeth against the more embarrassing sounds, but it's all for naught as some of them make it out anyways. a whine, a growl, a whimper because it hurts and feels good simultaneously. heat floods across his face, knees hiking up closer to todoroki's ribs as his ankles press hard to either side of his hips. he doesn't want him to put it into words; that's fucking embarrassing.
todoroki surges forward in a slow, deliberate motion, pushing between his thighs and lower legs and shaking that death grip off his body for a brief moment. loosened enough that there's no stopping the wet slide against his body, his length driving so deep inside he feels like todoroki's in his stomach. chest to chest, heaving with a sharp cuss and heavy breaths as he arches and ruts against his boyfriend. his tunnel seizes up hard around his shaft, prompting his own to pulse a spurt of precum onto his abs before oozing down his adonis belt. he tries his damnest to relax, right when todoroki tests another push of his hips, and-] Gah! [-his erection goes in over halfway in a slick plunge that has him shouting into the hot air. his boyfriend's moaning against him, seeping that sound into his ear, and he can't control what that does to his body. heart throbbing, erection pulsing, core muscles swallowing around the hard rod inside him that carries the beat of todoroki's heart deep inside his body. going even further.] A- all... fuck, do it- haa-.. haa-... all of it.
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Date: 6/17/24 21:46 (UTC)and if bakugou wants to take it, then he wants to give it to him.
there's a soft, heavy nod, tucked in against the side of bakugou's neck, where the heat is eating away at him, where he can feel the tickle of damp, blonde hair spiking out against his cheek, against his nose and his eyelid; he doesn't care. his mouth warms in against the pulse point beneath bakugou's ear lobe, mouthing and licking over it, carving his teeth in against it as though he could latch onto him and offload some of the feeling, there, as though he could bite it right into him. overwhelming and hot, bakugou's muscles squeeze in around him and it takes all of his effort not to clamp in, not to suck him a hickey that he'll probably hate.
he forces his breath away. his body rocks in, allowing to the give of bakugou's legs around him, canting himself forward, driving himself further and further until it feels like there's nothing more he has left to give; and maybe there isn't, the realization when skin hits skin, when he's gotten in as much as he can, when his head finally has to lift to spare himself his own hot breath, boxed in between bakugou's shoulder and the mattress. embarrassed, his bangs droop, hanging in front of his eyes; he has to shake them a little to be able to see him, and even then, his gaze swims, a little hazy, a little locked with arousal. )
You're making it... hard. ( his voice is rough, husky with pleasure, with amusement--bakugou is so tight around him that he can hardly stand it, but he stays there, rooted in him, stays there pressed as far as he can go, and he noses down to press a kiss to the corner of bakugou's mouth, leaving him the chance to measure his breath. ) You're really...
( amazing? maybe he wants to say. but it sounds so stupid, falling from his lips, sounds so dumb that he keeps it behind his teeth. he's always better at talking with his actions, rather than his words; and after a moment of hesitation, he drags his hips back, just a little, giving him enough room to press back in again. their skin slides together, hot, tight, pulsed with desire; it takes him a steadying moment, again, not to just come right then and there. he's not going to do that. he's not going to commit to that embarrassment.
his head bows, rolling back again, driving forward again, and bakugou's tight clench slips a little, around him, loosened with the movement; he does it again, slow, measured, tempering the grind of his hips into a purposefully languid rhythm. )
Mmn. ( a sound of frustrated pleasure, as his head dips down further, mouth scattering wet, distracted kisses against bakugou's cheek, down to his jaw, smothering in at his neck again as he moves them together, his thoughts focused so solely on the tight lock of bakugou's tunnel around him that he can hardly stand it. )
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Date: 6/27/24 17:23 (UTC)clinging to him like this always feels embarrassing, romantic, and intimate together. feeling his nod against the slope of his neck has him panting quietly, head falling back on the pillow as sweat drips towards his shoulder. nuzzling back to that tender action is all the encouragement and assurance he's going to bother giving right now. a shudder ripples through his flesh, bought by that simple action of tongue wandering below his ear lobe, flicking sensitive skin once or twice between hard white settles in place of it. bite him, fucking do it or not, but no, todoroki just wants to tease him and it's maddening all over again. like hell can he stop the way his body contracts around the other boy. he's gonna end up with a hickey or a million on him somewhere.
one forward motion and his mouth falls open, eyes half-lidded as his brows furrow in a wince. it burns, it hurts, it feels full, everything's stretching, nerves fire off, todoroki's hips press solidly against the curve of his ass, and he's all the way in. a breathless "fuck" drags out of his throat, knees clenching hard around the other teenager's ribs as he knots his ankles behind his boyfriend's hips. just as todoroki lifts his head to get a cool breath of air. it's too tempting and he goes for it, pulling his own from the pillow so he can grip the boy's throat with his teeth. it's as much a kiss as it is a bite, lips sealing around the lock, tongue laving over the flesh between the enamel. not hard enough to hurt, of course, yet enough to leave a dent as proof he was there before finally letting go and drawing back.]
Wuss. You're already hard. [his own voice thickens with arousal, smug satisfaction, and a hint of tension from the easing ache. see how todoroki handles this. abs deliberately tighten, core muscles clenching, his body seizes up around his member with a purposeful squeeze. every inch possible swallowed inside, balls settled against his cheeks so snugly he can feel their slight shift. as todoroki nuzzles into him again, he kisses back, not a lip to lip thing, rather tiny biting kisses that go for the rim of his mouth, edge of his cheek, lips, pesky and tender simultaneously.]
Gonna finish that, Shouto? [it feels safe to use his name like this, when they're connected skin to skin, breathing hard along each other's mouth. his breath hitches as narrow hips drag backwards, extracting himself from him even a bare amount, and it's "bad" enough he instinctively tightens his legs around todoroki's hips, heels digging into the top of his glutes. fuck- back in again, where he belongs, and he relaxes slightly, strong chest rising and falling with a few deeper breaths. the best part is, he can feel his heartbeat deep inside him, pounding into the walls of his body. thrusting and movement can blow his mind, yet these bare moments of stillness, panting and breathing as todoroki brands his insides with that steady pulse of his life, threaten to choke his chest with affection. no more, pulled away from that state by another roll of his hips, sliding out and pushing in, stretching his ring around his shaft, forcing him to grit his teeth and tell his body to loosen up. he manages, for a moment, then todoroki rubs something else inside and everything squeezes tight once more as his head crams into the pillow with a heady gasp.]
Fu-huck- [fingers slowly curl in the sheets, dragging the white material over his knuckles and fisting it into his palm to half-cover his hand with satin sheen. heat blooms across his face, body moving with todoroki's thrusts. he can't think of anything else but him, the heat of his mouth on his face and neck, the sight of his broad shoulders rocking above him, the slope of his sides and hips nuzzling between his thighs, his shaft hard and throbbing as it undulates slow and deep inside him. todoroki... his todoroki...] Why... why the fuck... do you feel so damn good...
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Date: 6/30/24 21:39 (UTC)it's possessive, a little, and he knows it. he's not the type to be jealous, really, though he does sometimes watch in a bit of playful agony when bakugou goes off with his friends, or when they tease him, arms rubbed around his shoulders or wrestling into his hair. they're not quite at the point in their relationship where it's smart to admit it to everyone else, and he accepts that without question, doesn't worry that bakugou is off making eyes at someone else, or coaxing some other body into his bed at night. bakugou isn't that kind of person, and he isn't the type, either: not one to pour over bakugou's phone, late at night, reading his messages or worrying otherwise. he doesn't worry, on those nights where bakugou crawls into his bed and falls asleep almost instantly; their training is arduous, and some nights they spend curled around each other rather than inside of each other, and he doesn't mind it.
but he wants to be the only person that sees bakugou like this: panting, pink in the face, legs curled up around him, demanding and questioning and aching for his touch. he wants to be the only person that fits between his thighs, like this, the only person that can drive him into this place, tumbling down, lost into the questioning pants of pleasure. and a part of him takes it like a challenge: to get better, to do better, to fuck better, to make sure that he's giving bakugou just as good as he gets.
rutting into him, like this--he can feel it, where bakugou's muscles go tight, where they squeeze in around the head of his cock and down the length of it; his own shoulders lock, a shuddering, frigid breath in against bakugou's skin despite himself, too heady to remember to cycle his own heat. )
Do you want me to answer that? ( it's easy to get the words out in a slow, dazed murmur, as his hips still--but once he's rocking back into him, an agonizingly slow rhythm, it's harder. ) Ah--
( for a moment, he's lost in it: the teasing words he'd plied his tongue with seem to disappear, and it's just the pressure of fucking himself into bakugou that stays, a constant that has his hips driving forward, arching back, driving forward again, rocking him into the pretty hotel sheets, at a loss to find his head in the midst of it.
his nose bumps, the bridge of it knocking into bakugou's jaw--he licks up his skin, there, marking his throat, kissing and pulling with his teeth as he keeps the rhythm purposefully slow. he's going to come a little too easily, and it's been a long time since they've had the chance to just take their time: usually they're burning forward, smothered in passion, riding out the rhythm as it speeds up and spirals. so he takes the chance to say it, once his mind's dragged away from orgasm again, forced back to keep his cock driving hot and aching into bakugou's body-- )
Because you're mine. ( with a soft murmur, amused, his mouth pressed up to bakugou's ear in a kiss. ) Feels good 'cause you're mine...
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Date: 7/10/24 22:33 (UTC)the only person for him. the only one who can see him like this, inhibitions stripped bare and his blood running hotter than a battle or exertion. just as the sight above him is his own to keep and guard jealously. todoroki's blush from cheekbone to nose bridge to cheek bone, the flex of his thighs as he kneels on the bed and cradles his hips and thighs against his own, how his hands reach for him to touch and hold in ways that don't have to make any sense, so long as that wanton affection is responded to. he wants all of that to himself, to be the only one whose warm, strong body rocks between his legs and entices his ankles to knot around his waist, the only one who can feel the warm side and cool side of todoroki's body brushing over his own flesh, where he can pick out which side is more active at any given moment.
of course he wants to be the same for his boyfriend, as amazing and intimate a partner in bed as they ended up being on the battlefield. each rocking thrust pushes further inside him, hikes his body a bit more, causes him to tense as he feels todoroki's sides and upper legs flex with those motions. it feels good, doesn't it, and the other boy can't hide it. he knows his pleasure from the way his cock jumps inside him, how his shoulders round and hunch forward a bit, and his lips open to ghost out a chilled needy moan.
his heart quickens immediately. it's childish and petty, but in a positive way, when he knows he's the reason todoroki loses a little control of his quirk when they're tangled up like this.]
Don't... give me... a damn essay- guh! [does he want him to answer? hell, he doesn't know. the other boy could probably talk about ice and fire right now and the blonde would be hard pressed to stop squeezing around him and groping the taller boy's shoulders, arms, and upper back. each time he thrusts inside, over and over...]
Haa... haa-! ... agh... fu... [another pitch forward, his legs slide upward on his sides, heels bounce against the tops of his buttocks, and he throws both arms around his boyfriend's broad shoulders. one hand grapples onto his own forearm, sweat oozing down his skin, the other hand clamors wet and without grip along the sweat-slick surface of todoroki's back. blunt nails rake over a firm shoulder blade before finding some purchase near his spine.
why the hell does a wet tongue along his jaw end up dragging a breathy groan straight out of his throat? it does, his head dropping and tilting back on the pillows as todoroki kisses and laps at his neck. one swallow dips his windpipe and voice box in a wave beneath that ravaging mouth, a sticky breath puffing wetly from his lips as soon as his lungs start to work again. the slow rhythm inside him is maddening, as he simultaneously wants to demand todoroki go faster and growl at him to keep it just like this. where he can feel every inch sliding in and drawing out. plenty of times together are fast and hurried. being able to indulge in each other and feel more passion and emotion than just physical need is mind blowing in how good it feels. red eyes crack open, searching up into todoroki's lust-blown irises, ears burning at his deep voice husked in feelings... cock buried inside him so he can feel his boyfriend's heart pounding in his walls.]
Bastard... where do you... get off saying... that kinda crap to me... [yet he's smiling, a delirious, passionate grin that's burning with the same emotions in his own eyes. his hips buck, his body tightens up hard around the other boy's cock as lips brand his ear with another kiss. a spurt of slick precum lances up his stomach as the blonde hikes one leg higher up his lover's back, wrapping all around him in a claiming twine.] Of course it feels good... You're already mine.
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Date: 7/17/24 00:49 (UTC)he doesn't know how to articulate much of anything, really. that laughter, breathy as it is, bleeds away, and his chin ducks, his head bowing in a bit of embarrassment as he nods in towards bakugou's neck and shoulder, again, finding solace in tucking in against him. his weight leans, his arm tenses, bakugou's legs tighten around him, his insides tighten around him, and he stays there, for a moment, rooted in that heat, soaking it in, forcing himself not to give into the intense, pulling desire to just come. maybe it's ridiculous to be this stubborn, but with bakugou looking like he does, underneath him, who the hell would blame him? he doesn't want to have it all be over, to have the night be done, to pull on their clothes and awkwardly walk out of the hotel in the morning.
his lips brush again at bakugou's neck, then drop, then lift again, licking over the steady pulse of his heart in his throat--and then another roll of his hips, another slow, pointed descent inside of him, pushed to the edge, before he drags back out again, rolls in, and he can feel every little slip of bakugou's wet body around him, can feel where he tenses, where his dick catches and then slips back only to force its way back in again. it makes him feel almost delirious, going at a slow, steady pace, instead of their usual desperate passion: not that he thinks there's anything wrong with either way, but they've never really had the chance to take their time, and it's bringing him close to an edge that feels almost overwhelming.
his head lifts again, but his nose knocks bakugou's cheek, rubs up against the side of bakugou's nose, too, before he gets enough space between them to talk. )
Where do you...get off...smiling like that at me?
( a slow imitation of bakugou's complaint--but his lips are spreading, slowly, into a smile that he can't hold back: dizzy, bleached with pleasure, his bangs hanging damp against his forehead, and rather than let bakugou say anything, he leans in to kiss him, sealing their mouths together as he drives in again; it's a little quicker, but only marginally so, his tongue slipping past the seam of bakugou's mouth as he ruts inside of him with his hips, drives him up into the mattress where there's nowhere for him to go.
maybe it's stupid, lackluster, in a way, that all it takes is the taste of bakugou's breath in his mouth to really push him all the way--maybe it's a disappointment, in some ways, that his body tenses, his weight locks, his shoulders quiver and his mouth parts in a desperate, panting sort of moan into bakugou's tongue; but it feels right, locked in like this, so tangled in with bakugou's body that he can hardly tell where they'll have to separate. his orgasm comes in waves, heat that drives itself inside bakugou's walls, jerking into every splash inside of him like it's the first time he's ever done it, desperate to leave his mark there, desperate to leave him warm, full, a possessive thought that almost makes him want to blush. )
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Date: 8/1/24 14:20 (UTC)face trades for nape as he tilts his head back and to the side on the pillow when todoroki descends on the curve of his trape. hiding in the crook of his neck as the blonde cups his hand on the smooth back of his halse. the heat of his breath ghosts over his flesh, sending his nerves seizing up momentarily before melting into a mess beneath his skin. weight shits, arms harden, todoroki's arousal throbs inside him, getting even bigger for a few damn seconds, and it steals his breath away in a silent cuss. knees cling to the lower curve of his ribs, heels digging into the top of his ass and the back of one thigh, desperate to keep him rooted inside and demanding he stay right where he is. todoroki wants to come already; he's dripping inside him, each twitch and pulse spurting a tiny gush of that crystal fluid. but he's refusing to. it's cute. it's hot. it's very much everything his boyfriend is. makes the blonde want to keep him all the more. a lifetime with todoroki isn't enough to discover everything about him.
kiss me properly, you half-brained idiot. is what he wants to say. but someone's mouth is stealing his words, leaving his voice only able to pant and gasp in failed attempts to keep those embarrassing todoroki-hewn sounds at bay. his pulse slams in his throat beneath a working tongue, two or three beats per roll of those strong hips against his ass. slow and deliberately spearing him inside, until he swears he feels the tip of todoroki's member pushing behind his abs. this bastard's so deep inside him, stretching him out until it hurts in the best way, before he drags backwards. the ring of muscle selfishly snares at the sliding column of flesh, struggling to keep him in as natural relief floods his hips. for a moment, he softens. and todoroki drives right back inside. a high-pitched noise escapes his lips, toes curl hard enough to pop, and his fingers dig into his boyfriend's nape. it's impossible to stay quiet with his dick scouring his insides like that, blunt round tip forcing his tunnel open and drooling all over everything. fluid drips down his tailbone, squeezed out when todoroki plunges back in, blowing his mind each time his boyfriend's balls gently flop against his ass. there's no intense speed, no hard pace bounding them on the bed, but rather this depth reaching to his core as he tangles up with his hero. passionate. who would've thought taking it slow would be this damn erotic?
finally todoroki lifts his head and his own rolls on the pillow, hot water filling the lower rims of his eyes as loving nuzzles wander the side of his nose, leaving his skin tingly against that deep, lust-thickened voice.]
Brat... don't b- mph! [throwing his own words back at him, huh? too bad he can't play that game at him. a one two punch shuts him up. that damn smile again, delirious with pleasure, barely kissed by sweat-dampened veils of white and red. that damn kiss again, just what he wanted. the shape of todoroki's lips meld with his own and he abandons the pillow completely to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's broad shoulders. muscles flex in his upper back beneath his forearms, encouraging him to hook his hands on todoroki's skin rather than holding his own arms. sweat and saliva. both exude harder as he kisses him back, shoving into his mouth with more passion and need than before. a faster thrust earns a thick grunt, hips bucking upward and leaving the bed for a fraction of a second before dropping down between todoroki's embracing thighs. rutting into him, barely drawing out, yet he's thrusting in over and over. tongues tangle together in a wet mess within their mouths, a quick battle trading back and forth between whose jaws are the battleground. of course it doesn't matter, so long as he keeps kissing him.
kissing him and filling him. they're so entwine together, already so wet and dripping, he doesn't realize todoroki's orgasm triggers for a full second. that low, needy moan spreads over his tongue, fills his mouth, and then he feels it, the way his dick thickens within him again, not just a pulse of pleasure, but hardening up before everything goes molten. pouring out in waves that fill him up and brand his insides with todoroki's own. claiming him like no one and nothing else can. it's no wonder that he finds his own orgasm a second later, snared around his mate the way he is, arms and legs clinging all over his body as his balls draw up and his cock spurts messily between their rutting bodies. hot and hot, pulsing out as if todoroki's coming through him. panting breaths flare up into a keening grunt of a cry as he finds that peak with him, forehead to forehead, locked together so tightly he can't tell where he ends and todoroki begins. and he doesn't have a damn problem with that.
so long as it's you.]
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Date: 8/8/24 20:35 (UTC)for a long moment, he can't tell what's happening, what's already happened, can't tell if it's bakugou's spent orgasm between them, or if it's just the distant feeling of his own, pulsed so hard that he feels sticky everywhere--his hips roll in, desperate to drag every single little feeling out of the pleasure, to keep pushing and pressing until the sensitivity gets the best of him, and it's that shift that makes him realize, that tensing, the way bakugou's climbed all the way up against him as though they lack any seams. it's the hot pulse of his cock, trapped between their stomachs, and the aftermath of soft, oozing ejaculate spent on his skin, on bakugou's muscles, dripped and smeared between them.
panting breath turns to another near-laugh of disbelief--like he's so happy, so overwhelmed by feeling that he could cry; his orgasm numbs and rounds and sands off all the edges of his worries, his compartmentalized feelings, his fear of doing things wrong, feeling things wrong, that he tips his chin in and presses another overwhelming kiss to bakugou's open mouth, stealing his breath, stealing his tongue with one possessive swirl of his own. but his head is still reeling, his body is still desperate for air, and the kiss only lasts for one moment before he's drawing back again; the tension in his arm finally gives, tenting down until he can lay on top of bakugou's chest, careful of his own hips, careful of bakugou's softening length between them. )
...Bath should have been after. ( he says after a moment, a long consideration, but he's smiling, and it's obvious in the warm, heated exhaustion of his tone. ) I'm sorry.
( it's nothing he needs to apologize for, and he's sure that bakugou will scold him for it--but it doesn't matter. nothing matters, except the warm rise and fall of bakugou's chest and stomach against his, feeling all the ways they touch, all the ways they connect, all the ways bakugou's body gives and heats and curls around him. it's selfish to be reluctant, selfish to not want to pull back, but he's practical enough to know that he can't just burrow himself into bakugou's skin and fall asleep. so after a moment, forcing himself, he pitches his weight back up onto a shaky palm, head ducking down, space forced between them so that he can reach down towards the curve of bakugou's thighs.
it's careful, the way he pulls himself back, the way his fingers catch around the shape of his cock, soothing over it as bakugou's muscles tense and give way around him, the head finally caught free from that tight ring; and now that he's pushed up, hovering over him again, his gaze falls, casts itself down along bakugou's chest and stomach, flickering over his spent cock, and then back up again, contented, pleased. )
I'll get a towel. ( softly, as he forces himself up onto his knees--his gaze is still glossed over with exhaustion and pleasure, stretching his long torso to jerk an arm over the edge of the bed for one of the bath towels; when he straightens back up again, it's so that he can sit on his folded legs, still between bakugou's thighs, to start to gently, methodically, mop up the cum spilled across his stomach, smeared down his pelvis, pooled slightly along the curve of his ass.
it's a little embarrassing: he's tending to bakugou with such gentle care that he might get scolded, but this is his person here, and he'll be as soft as he wants. it's too late in the evening to be anything else; tired as he is, he knows the feelings are genuine. ) How do you feel...?
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Date: 8/18/24 16:55 (UTC)another pulse deep inside finally calls him back to a waking moment, red eyes parting halfway amid his heaving breaths. todoroki's leaking out of him even as his body instinctively contracts in attempt to keep him inside. his body, his fluid, his air. hips roll against his own, pushing their fusion further into him, earning a choked noise from the blonde's mouth as fingers scramble across the flexing swell of his boyfriend's shoulder. caged in by that strong body above him, each elbow and knee trapping him within the confines of todoroki's heated embrace. afterglow is a blessing and a curse, ecstasy over completion, satisfied and loved, yet heralding the necessary evil of separation. he doesn't want him to pull out, to untangle from their embrace, to lose connection his body still craves despite their orgasms painted all over their flesh.
todoroki's voice tumbles out in a tiny skitter of a laugh, a charming childish thing of pure incredulous delight. he wants to say something, but all he can do is a soft moan of pleasure into the newly-introduced mess of his lover's mouth atop his own. strength pumps anew into his muscles as he tightens his arm around todoroki's nape and solidly hauls him closer, the kiss deep and claiming. overwhelming in give and return as he curls his tongue round the other slimy wriggle inside his jaws. shoulders hunch, arms brace, the taller's trying to get away and he refuses it. biceps harden, fingers grip, brows furrow, stubbornly keeping that kiss connected for a few more seconds before finally letting todoroki part with a gasp like two men coming back from near drowning. so much better... and pays for it with another body flopping onto his own. it's all hot right now, their carved definitions slipping and sticking to each other as heavy breaths suck their stomachs towards their spin before dropping them back together.]
Fucking told you... [did he? can't remember. it's been so long. sweat drips down the side of his face, his bangs are thrown up away from his forehead from all the tossing and grinding during their sex. an apology comes out, stupid and unneeded, prompting him to release todoroki's shoulder and grip into those sweat-soaked candy-cane strands. spidering his fingers in strokes across his scalp, gathering a fist full of his boyfriend's hair for no other reason than to have more of him in his possession.] Shut up.
[scolded, as expected. this is one of his favorite parts. lying tangled together in hedonistic proof of their passion for each other, when he can feel todoroki's heartbeat in two distinct areas on his body. throbbing against his chest, pounding inside his ass, knowing he's the one that makes it run that fast. a favorite part... until it wears out its welcome and the disgust of falling asleep amid the grime of sex wriggles back into his head. sometimes he's too worn out and well-fucked to care, waking up in the morning feeling gross despite the night's bliss. but most of the time, this is the result, face flushed as one hand pressing to todoroki's chest or shoulder or hip to encourage him to get the fuck out of him. unfortunately, his legs don't quite agree with his hand, thighs still stubbornly embracing the arch of a narrow hip and the taut backs of two thighs.
he doesn't want to. todoroki pulls back, he deliberately jerks forward with one leg and shoves him right back in, softening cock be damned. but the second attempt's permitted and a lewd growl of annoyance plus sensation drags from his lips simultaneously with his partner's shaft sliding backwards through his hole. sticky noises mingle with their breaths as his ring peels along his shaft, squeezing reflexively over too-sensitive skin to milk out any final dregs while he's still inside. selfish despite the soothing encouragement of his boyfriend's hand to let him go, until one final tug extracts from him with a wet pop and splurt of white before his hole clenches shut again. a sensation he hates the most. it means it's over. even as todoroki slowly lounges forward again, braced above his body while he rests his hands atop his boyfriend's forearm and hand respectively, he regrets having to separate. everything's falling away, legs slipping off his waist, dropping down to the bed beside his calf, bangs falling over his forehead, afterglow fading as his nerves point out all the little proofs of todoroki's departure. all good things come to an end.]
Uh-huh. [the bed jostles with that shove up to his knees and he follows it with now-freed hands bracing on the soaking sheets. sitting up with a slow motion, attention paid to his ass, he tents a leg at the knee, foot resting flat on the bed, arms straightening behind him as his muscles stand out on his chest and stomach with his rise. red eyes linger on todoroki's displayed body in front of him, following smears of semen along his pelvic V, a drop of sweat leaking down between the grooves of his abs, a hickey on his neck, a few faint pink lines on his chest, long torso bearing marks of their time spent together. tch... he should've left more.
and promptly flops back onto his spine when todoroki starts to mop him up, tending to him like he has a burn or something. patting rather than wiping, collecting the splatters and streaks of mating marks. it feels good. it feels annoying. shoving thoughts of sex away makes it more tolerable, even as his usual impatience begins to tingle under his skin. can't they just get up and go back to the shower to clean off? they're not sleeping in this mess even if they get dried off completely. one hand combs through his hair, mind taking a quick run of his body and the penance for his pleasure. nothing hurts, except the telltale ache of his hips, but even that's far less than some of their more intense sessions. he moves a leg, running his heel along the side of todoroki's calf in a lazy linger of wanting to touch.] I'm fine. You were gentle.
[passionate, but gentle.]
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Date: 9/1/24 02:16 (UTC)so he knows what he wants. bakugou is particular, after all, something that he's only learned from spending more time with him--his room is surprisingly neat, when he's allowed to venture into it, and his cooking is also neat, vegetables diced into alarmingly similar sizes. he'll want to wash up, at least hose off, before bed: something that he understands, keenly, and yet still tends to him with the towel, biting back the urge to smile. once he considers bakugou clean enough to leave him, he gives the sullied towel a toss over the edge of the bed; his palm connects with the mattress, easing backward, slipping from between bakugou's legs despite protest so that he can ease down onto his back beside him, bare shoulder to bare shoulder.
one of his hands lifts, pushing back through his own bangs, trying to keep them out of his face; they're half-damp, strands drying in awkward crimps and twists, in some places, and he wrestles with it to keep it from falling into his eyes again. )
I'm glad. ( --because he is, grateful that bakugou is honest with him, and more grateful that he's okay, that nothing feels off, that nothing feels too sore. they've had sex enough that he doesn't take that sort of reassurance lightly; implicit, he trusts bakugou to know when to tell him he's gone too far. )
...So now we watch TV, is that right?
( it's said in a mild tone, almost expectant--and it gives away the fact that he's absolutely teasing bakugou, as he tries to settle himself more comfortably into the pillows; his eyes close for a moment, but it's mostly to stave off a husky chuckle, to keep his mouth from curving into a smile. if anything, he expects to be met with the brunt of bakugou's explosive, charming sort of temper: maybe he's just too fucked in the head for it to come off as anything but. bakugou could give him the most scathing insult he's ever come up with, here, and he would accept it with a smile: his feelings are too warm, too tingly, too lovesick to even take offense.
and that's something precious to him, something that he never expected to have. as a concept, 'love' and 'caring' seem to be easily understood, a kindness that should be extended as often as possible; but his mother looked at him and hated him, his father looked at him and expected more. and maybe despite all that, he's always been trying--stretching himself out, reaching for something that might burn him all the same; bakugou's the only person who has taken that hand and held it tight, possessive and demanding. it's a compliment, to be his boyfriend: something that he doesn't take for granted, something that he thinks is almost too special to put into words. still, it doesn't stop him from pulling out all the parts of bakugou that he likes-- )
Or if you want to sleep, we can sleep.
( to add insult to injury, his eyes slide open--one hand half-heartedly reaching for the edge of the sheet, as though he fully intends to pull it up and over them, filthy as they might be; he's not going to make this easy, but they've always been like this, always teasing in the most bizarre ways. )
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Date: 9/7/24 04:12 (UTC)todoroki's able to surprise him even now. for someone who can be so damn punctual with his schedule and life, there are times when he veers completely off course. whether it's because he suddenly wants to experience something new or redo one he did before. content one day to sleep in the melange of sweat and semen with arms draped and legs tangled, getting up to shower off and strip the bed another day since it would be dirty to go to sleep in the mess. he even had the gall to ask him what the cloth was for when the blonde decided to trade wipe-down duty... and got whapped in the face with said cloth for being a dumbass. red eyes linger on the young man as he leans back and discards the towel onto the floor like it's nothing. does he even know what that position does to his body? palm braced on the mattress, muscular torso drawn in a taut angle backwards, pelvis jutting up just enough to lift his balls and cock from the apex of his thighs... before rocking forward and making to draw himself out from under the blonde's stubborn legs.
dammit. he misses the warmth and solid body between his thighs immediately. a shoulder bumps against his own, offering some solace to the departed presence as he turns his head to look at todoroki with half-lidded eyes. until that hand lifts in the air and runs backwards through his sweat-plastered bangs. holy shit... white and red drag off his brow, sticking up in a tousled mess above scrunched fingers. todoroki, always so composed and neat, looks a messy badboy like this, forehead bared beneath stubborn fringe, and his face heats up instantly. dammit, this bastard does that kind of crap without even noticing it! like a fucking model, ridiculously photogenic.]
You... [does he have to do that to him? stoking the coals until heat starts to boil once more. his body aches in a good way, satisfied, and yet one damn motion is enough to suggest he's got plenty of steam left for another go. another round of making this man feel the best he's ever felt. does he care he might be sore as fuck tomorrow? nope! stalking to class and growling at anyone who wants to teasingly ask why he's so stiff is a small price to pay (now) when his boyfriend looks a fucking fuckable adonis beside him.]
Haa?! The only thing they'd have on this TV is porn! [maybe some kind of softcore channel that's more about eroticism than straight up pornography. bastard, he's doing that on purpose. snuggling his head into the pillows, eyes closed in a smug angelic expression with a beautiful smothered smile begging for a pillow to the face. such a question from todoroki's lips is completely literal, even if it might be saying it in jest. neither of them have been to a love hotel before, so tv watching after sex could be one option... and there have been times he's lain in bed, naked with his lover, both of them casually alight in the face by the glowing phone screens as news, articles, or videos flicker across them in rest. someone's leg will bump, a shoulder with nudge, finger poking a screen, words said, and it'd trigger the peaceful moment's end. is that what this is now? perhaps. yet he wants it to last.
wants them to last. all his life he stood at the top, no one capable of coming close to the pinnacle he proudly claimed his own. then came this boy, who with one swipe, shattered his illusion of his own strength. reality checked in, strong opponents, tragic history, someone he came to care about as more than a rival. every icy spike said he couldn't be loved, shouldn't be caught, and yet he ended up reach for todoroki. at first, to strangle him, then to catch him, finally to hold him. ice melted and the figure beneath reached out to him as well. not wanting to be burned or frozen, but to be accepted. by friends, by teachers, by love. it's sappy, stupid, and gross, but true. he fell in love with this boy, and will never fall out of it.]
Touch that and I'll blast you into the bathroom. [he saw that. a sneaky hand reaching for the sheet, as if to pull and wrap them within the sexy wet they're both to blame for making. they're going to get up and get a rinse off, strip the bed, remake it, and then go to sleep. but first... he tells his body to move, reaches one arm across his own chest and catches onto todoroki's. fingers dig into his pectoral, copping a feel as much as he's anchoring himself to scramble further for his ribs and hook in to pull. until he's leaning over his boyfriend, hand pinning his bicep to the bed, red eyes glowing down at him from above.] I'd rather carry you there.
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Date: 9/12/24 22:01 (UTC)so his hand flexes, but it moves towards the sheet, first: bad move. bakugou catches him with an immediate warning, and playfully dramatic, he stretches his own fingers out, pulling them up slowly as though to indicate that he has no intention of breaking the rules even as bakugou pins his arm down to the bed. his reward, in the end, is the shift of bakugou's weight on the mattress: pulled closer, dragged over him until he can see bakugou hovering above him, over him, looking down at him with those bright eyes, studying him like he's the kind of prey that might just cut and run.
and bakugou looks good, like this. his hair's still a little wet, but it's starting to find its shape again, spikes of it tufted out around bakugou's sharp features; his cheeks are a little pink, surely from exertion and not, in fact, from the embarrassment or bashfulness that he himself feels, pinned beneath him, and his skin looks taut and warm and blissfully bare, ready for hands to climb and clamor over the curves of it. for a long moment, uncannily long, he stays in silence: he doesn't care if it's awkward, or strange, or if he's betraying some kind of social nicety with the way that he stares up at him, studying him like it's the last time he'll ever see him like this--even though he knows he'll have chance and chance again, if he gets his way.
with a solemn, quiet flick of his tongue over his mouth, tasting the words there before he says them-- )
Then carry me.
( his free arm lifts--his hair hangs, tousled bangs messy and crimped in around his face, half-pulled back as though they're still damp enough to keep the shape, there, drawn away from his temples; his hand moves, pressed over bakugou's shoulders until it can lock at the back of his neck and then down, further, groping along the backs of his shoulders, gripping into a hold across them. )
Were you waiting for permission?
( said mildly, but it's a tease--his gaze is warm, longing, almost possessive as it trails over bakugou's features again: as his legs shift, thighs spreading, almost bashfully shameless as he creates space there for bakugou to slide between them or gather them up. it's the wrong time to say it, but it's always been the wrong time to say it, always been something that he's kept hidden behind his teeth, afraid of what might happen if they slip out and away. he trusts bakugou and his feelings implicitly, and there's no doubt there, no worry that he's not interested in him, not attracted to him, not wanting him as much as he wants him--
but who could love someone, like him, who could love someone like him back? is it wrong to hope for it, to want it, despite everything that he is? if he says it now, at least bakugou can scoff it off and tell him that he's just punch drunk, his head looped around into all the warmest spots thanks to orgasm; they can tease and laugh it off and leave it alone, there, if they have to, and it won't hurt nearly as much as it should if it's like that.
he's smiling, still, as he says it--just a little ghost of it, slipped past warm lips: )
I love you. Carry me.
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Date: 9/15/24 20:11 (UTC)hmph. at least there's no attempt to pull the blanket around them when they're all wet and drying. but the reward for having his hand on todoroki's arm for that pin is getting to feel him up. fingers wander over the length of his forearm, stroking smooth skin and a swell of lithe muscle before wandering among the twin tendons just under his hand. he feels is pulse point beneath his fingertips, soft throbs calming down from the previous race of sexual passion. propped above him like this, he sees every part of his boyfriend's body from the chest up. curved shoulders still glistening from a sheen of sweat, taut neck dipping under a swallow as a few crystal droplets ski down the lines, firm jaws setting under flushed cheeks from his afterglow, lush lips parting around a gentle breath, sex-tossed hair lying in dual-hued strings against his brow and half flopped above his head on the pillow, adoring eyes just now shrinking from lust-blown pupils... damn handsome bastard doesn't even know how beautiful he is half the time. he's a model doing whatever the hell he's doing, whether getting out of the shower or slurping up soba noodles. how does that last one work, he has no fucking idea, but todoroki makes it work.
they were only a few minutes ago tangled up in limbs, sweat, sex, and heated voices. there's no damn social nicety when it comes to afterglow. though he could do without the almost pining hint lingering on todoroki's expression. dammit, don't look at him like this is the last time! they'll have plenty more options to do this later. maybe not in a love hotel, but together, on whatever bed they want. tempted to dive in and steal another kiss, chase after a peeking tongue for a second, but he halts thanks to that retort. tch... seriously? it's childish, but endearing all the same.]
Lazy brat. [did he really think he'd say no? another time, of course, but amid the heat enveloping them and their sweat cooling on their skin, carrying the other hero with him seems like an annoyingly good idea. even as a wandering hand slithers across his shoulder, loops around the back of his neck, leaving trails through he wet glaze on his skin, and finally tucks over the muscular curve of his other shoulder, he's already accepting the idea.]
Shut up. I wasn't waiting for anything. [fabric husks beneath heels as todoroki spreads his legs and he kneels between them almost obediently. knees nudge beneath the tent of his boyfriend's joints, encouraging those long limbs to hike upward into the grip of his hands. tough-skinned palms smooth across the cords of his thighs, over a bony cap, below to the tender tendons at the back, and he tightens his hand to pick up and guide his boyfriend's legs around his waist. cupping the arch of his pelvis until todoroki's feet can nudge against the round of his ass. he'll leave him to deal with the grip, knotting his ankles, whatever he wants as he trades his hands' grip on his legs for a quiet scoop under the other boy's ribs. caressing beneath heat-soaked skin until he finds the angle of his shoulder blades shoved against the bed. blunt nails scratch at his flesh, encouraging todoroki to arch his chest and lift off damp sheets. he gathers him up, a quiet "c'mere" coaxing fire and ice into his lap as he leans back, muscle on muscle pressing together in a heady flex when their chests settle flush against each other. his boyfriend sitting atop his kneeling repose, arms around his shoulders and legs embracing his waist, a perfect lotus that's all his to claim.
now to shift and slide across the bed until he spills both legs over the side, feet planted on the floor in a brace to stand up. he looks into todoroki's eyes, silently indicating his readiness to hold on. it's at that time, this idiot decides to say those words. sinking a spear into his chest that's as cold as frost and burns of flame. yet there it is. saying something he's known for some time now. affection and adoration don't collect into simple passion. for someone who only saw love through a window, never reflected how it should be in his own history... he doesn't doubt his words for a second. what a brave guy. there's no shouting, no scoffing, not even a question. only a soft husk as he leans in and kisses todoroki. head tilted, eyes closed, arms around his back in a protective, possessive embrace. he's known his answer for quite a while as well. the kiss breaks amid a gentle breath and a single string of saliva between them.]
Took you long enough, Shouto. [quiet despite his rough voice. he moves, strong legs hardening as his body rocks forward, forcefully shoving both of them into the air. his boyfriend better hold on tight, because he's not letting todoroki go now.] I love you too.
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Date: 9/26/24 19:51 (UTC)but bakugou's never been bothered by any of that. he's never picked him up like he doesn't know how to keep him together; he's never touched him like he might shatter like ice and glass beneath him. he's never done anything that might make him feel like he's worried for his resilience or his strength or afraid that he might damage something if he picks him up the wrong way, or touches at his scar, no matter how much he generally shies away from the touch. so the way that bakugou gently loops his arms around him, guides his legs up, drags and pulls and slowly latches him into his lap: it's oddly delicate, in all the best ways, in a way that makes him feel wanted, important, rather than something damaged that needs to be handled with care.
he can't help the smile--his legs hook in around bakugou's hips, ankles knotting just above his ass, completely determined to hang on for as long as possible; and while he'd been expecting all the worst, he hadn't even stopped to consider what he might do if bakugou said it back. his lips part with breath, like he might say something too soon, might ruin the moment; his heart feels like it's going to burst, beating and thumping away in his chest, and it's so strange, and so novel, this feeling: he doesn't know if he should thank bakugou for loving him despite everything, or say it back again. what's the right thing to do? what does bakugou want him to say?
one arm tightens, and then the next, thrown up around bakugou's shoulders--he hugs himself in against his chest, ducking his chin down, tucking his face in against bakugou's neck to try to hide his nervous, pleased flush; the words are mumbled there, pleased and warm, a little dizzying-- )
Mm. It's a love hotel, so.
( a stupid tease, the sort of thing that might have bakugou knocking his head against a wall--or might even have him laugh. he's resisting the urge himself, giddy, amused, too happy that he doesn't know what to do with himself; his limbs are all locked around bakugou's frame, stubbornly clinging to him like some stupid koala. )
I had to wait to say it until now. A love hotel. I love you.
( his shoulders twitch a little with the effort not to laugh--but it's there in his voice, warm and breathy. it's so strange to think of how happiness feels, flooding his stomach, his chest, making him feel warm all over; he doesn't want this moment to end, even as bakugou continues carrying him despite all of his weight hugged against him. )
...You're going to throw me into the bathtub, aren't you.
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Date: 10/5/24 20:00 (UTC)todoroki isn't glass. he'd never treat him like that. he respects the guy's strength and expects him to keep it strong. that doesn't mean he's always going to manhandle him whenever they're together. he's pinned his boyfriend down before, rode him until he was panting, shoved him off if he was being clinging when the blonde wasn't having it, or fisted his shirt before dragging todoroki in for a kiss out of nowhere. but there are times he's gentle, lying on his stomach atop his boyfriend with one hand propping his cheek while he messes with those two-tone bangs for not reason other than fiddling as they chat. or guiding todoroki's arms and legs around his body to make sure he's good and snug before bothering to stand up and carry him off to the bathroom.
there's something erotic and satisfactory about having those strong limbs hooking over the arch of his hips, ankles crossing below the small of his back, arms wrapped secure around his neck to give him the all clear. muscles flex in his legs and back as he rocks forward and pushes himself up to stand, strong arms wrapped around todoroki's back diamond and crooked under his ass. oof... he's not a fucking waif either. should've given him some time to recover from those words, but it's fucking embarrassing to say them anyways. heaving his boyfriend up to walk with him helps push the awkwardness aside as his face flushes hot. damn, todoroki's heart's beating so hard against his chest. does it always go that fast when he talks to him like this? the rare times he does... it's better if the other hero doesn't say anything.
that embrace is way more preferred and thanks for shoving your face against his neck, half-n-half. now he can see where he's going, walking across the love hotel's room with a whole damn teenager gathered up in his arms. todoroki's taller than him, with nice arms and legs, clinging to him like a five year old. he's flushing just as hard, isn't he? heat radiates all over his neck where his face burrows into it.]
Don't give this place the credit, dammit! [he does not want to think a love hotel was the secret key to unlocking his boyfriend's mouth! not his head against the wall (he's not angled for that) but he does deliberately bump a foot into the bathroom door frame "accidentally" as they pass through. ugh, really should call "bullshit" on todoroki waiting until they got into a love hotel to say it.] Yeah right. What if it was a normal hotel?
[teasing? grouchy? probably both. todoroki sounds so amused right now and he turns his head to bite him right on the stupid ear for being a dorky sap. yet it makes him happy either way. the bite turns into a small nuzzle before he comes to a stop by the rim of the tub. it's tempting to throw him right in there, but... he instead lowers down until todoroki's ass bumps into the rim, probably comparatively cool.] It's not big enough for that.
[the u.a. tub? hell yes he would have? a cozy love hotel bath? no. he likes his boyfriend's skull intact.]
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Date: 10/10/24 23:03 (UTC)but things like this are oddly fun, and oddly novel: he'd never really gotten a proper childhood, growing up, and while that had robbed him of many experiences, it had also robbed him of the kind of happiness that comes from being a little ridiculous, at times, from being able to take things a little less seriously, a little less focused only on output and drive. endeavor hadn't given him much time, or chance, to have fun for fun's sake; most of his time had been focused on training, for better or for worse.
even when he hears the growling irritation in bakugou's voice, he knows he doesn't mean it. even when he dumps him down on the edge of the bath, and the porcelain is too cold on his bare skin--he's still smiling, a little crooked, a little bashful, as he lets his legs loosen, sliding and slipping along bakugou's hips, down his thighs, planting his feet down onto the cool bathroom floor as he sits there on the edge. )
If it were a normal hotel, I would say normal things.
( matter-of-fact, as though it only makes perfect sense--but he's still smiling, even if he's going to get nudged or pushed or growled at in response. )
But then, I think...it's probably a pretty normal thing. Isn't it? Loving you.
( no matter his attitude, no matter his word choice, no matter him calling everyone extras or skulking around like he can be the only strong one, there are far too many people that are fond of bakugou for it to be some kind of fluke; and it's not like he can say, anymore, that he's invulnerable to his charms. he's sure that someone would think it crazy, but he thinks that bakugou has far too many lovable traits for it to be abnormal: he probably has plenty of people who look up to him and want to be with him, or even more, want to be him.
loosening his arms around his neck, slightly, he steadies himself on the edge of the bath, twisting so that he can reach with one hand to start up the water again--it really is nice, not having to worry about saving the hot water, as his fingertips skim under the faucet to test the temperature. with a shake of his damp hand, he twists back around again, looking up at bakugou pointedly as the water starts to slosh into the tub. )
...Bubbles? ( he's saying this with the most serious face he can muster. ) Hmm.
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Date: 10/20/24 23:42 (UTC)no longer content to stomp past him and demand todoroki team up for a mission, or snarl about how well midoriya thinks they match up in battle, or stick their together times under the umbrella of mission or class or work. he wants more. to spend time with him in stupid places like a restaurant, or sit on the same bed with his boyfriend's legs draped over his lap as they study, or wake in the early morning and take a few seconds to look at todoroki's sleeping face beside him in the light of the rising sun before getting on with his day. the little things that some people take for granted, that he never thought he'd have time or patience for... he wants them with this man.
he'll never be able to reclaim the time and experience that todoroki lost in his childhood. the scar on his face is as emblematic of that as those social faux passes and his clueless eyes blinking in weird moments. so he'll show him other experiences to have together, where they won't be robbed by the incessant demand to train. some of them might take a pickax to ice in order to chunk them out of the blonde's stubborn nature, but they'll come free eventually. for todoroki.
it feels irritating to lose that connection between them. misses the warm wrap of strong long legs around his waist, the tuck of his heels against his thighs. no longer flush to him with the sticky mess of their bodies as he reaches for the water and dips a hand in to test the temperature. of course it's still warm. this place is designed for comfort and pleasure. but never once does he leave his presence, staying exactly where he is between his knees and close to his chest, giving himself ample time and opportunity to touch his hand along todoroki's shoulder and chest for no reason other than to have connection with him.]
What the hell does that even mean? You'd say the same thing if we fucked in a normal hotel! [well, he'd better. his face flushes hot red at that "normal thing = loving you" comment and swiftly gets an arm shoving past to grab the washcloth from nearby. dammit, who gave him permission to say that kind of shit?! it went right to his heart and struck hard. for as awkward and weird as todoroki can be, people are ever fond of him. a boy who didn't think it mattered to be close to people. yet they thought he was cool, and even better when he opened up. they realized the friendly boy under the ice had a heart warmer than almost anyone, charming them further and leading their declaration to be friends. sometimes he wonders why the hell he's fallen for todoroki. and so many answers present themselves so quickly, it's embarrassing. making the reality of being together with him now all the more amazing.]
Whatever you want. [leaning in, he wraps his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulls him in for another kiss. warm and long, eyes closed so he can focus completely on the taste of his mouth and the sensation of his lips on his own. pressing in nigh flush to his chest to feel each throb of his heart beating strong to his own. almost claiming, yet partially grateful, and wholly caught up in that sensation. if he ends up pressing forward and spilling todoroki back-first into the tub, following him in amid the water splashing around them, that's fine. no one's going to give him grief as he breaks the kiss long enough to breath, and goes right back in for another one.]
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Date: 11/17/24 22:06 (UTC)and now, with bakugou--he says he can have whatever he wants. even bakugou is the type to like things to go a certain way, to have a clear-cut vision of how things should go: and he's been yelled at for going off-course, during missions, during dates, for driving things in a different direction, but bakugou's so enveloped in the moment with him that it doesn't matter what they do, as long as they're doing it together.
it's a smile, smothered into the kiss, even when bakugou's mouth overtakes his, even when his lips split to snake his tongue into the part of bakugou's mouth, claiming it in a heavy kiss; he can feel his weight tipping, his back sliding, and there's an almost undignified splash of hot water when he finally bends and sinks into the tub. blindly, his legs pull in, knees immediately spreading in an almost unabashed split--his arms hook and pull at bakugou's shoulders, dragging him in, forcing him past the rim of the tub to bring him in between his thighs. he can't see what he's doing, can't tell if they're splashing water over the tub or not; it's only filled a little, sinking up to his hips at best, but he's more concerned with keeping bakugou close than anything else. )
I want you. ( it's clear, a soft determination from a mouth that finally breaks free of the kiss to catch his breath--even his eyes, hazy with affection, twisted with attraction, demand the echo of bakugou's bright gaze; his tongue swipes over his lips, a little trickle of nerves. ) I just want you.
( bubbles would be nice. a playful tip of soap into the water, building up a bubble fortress around them, would be nice. teasing and splashing and soaking bakugou's hair in the hot bath water, spiking it out with his fingers, playing around and listening to the well-worn, tell-tale playful irritation in bakugou's voice: it would all be nice.
but none of that compares to having bakugou's strong weight between his thighs, to having his wet back to dig his fingers into, arms tightening to keep him close. his lips twist into another smile, faint, ducking his head in to take another brief kiss, a tease, just a wet brush of his mouth in and back again, as though allowing bakugou to decide which direction he wants to go.
is this what love feels like? it's such a strange thing. a heavy thing. but it's so unbelievably pleasant: it aches in all the best ways. )
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