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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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Date: 12/2/24 01:50 (UTC)experience and maturity are a bitch and neither gave a shit about his glorious glass tower. he learned how others grew up so differently from him, people with nothing who worked their way up, people who endured abuse and suffering yet still glowed with a hero's heart. learning through todoroki how powerful it can be to tell someone "whatever you want" with no reserves or regrets. he offers that freely, so caught up in his feelings for this man, nothing matters at all so long as the man he loves is happy and they're together. it's so fucking sappy... but fuck if he's trying to stop it.
open air crashes into soaking wet, swallowing todoroki's back first before rushing around and plunging against his own chest and face. ignored for the sake of their kiss, bubbles rising in a muffled flurry around their faces and tangling in their hair amid the rising current. a tongue slips into his mouth as slick a serpent and he immediately latches on with a sensual suck, dragging at the slick muscles while his own rises to stroke and slide across its squirming length. thank fuck for the rounded edges of the tub or he would've shaved his shins to the bone against the rim. ungraceful, uncaring, flopping into the tub and pressing to todoroki's chest as arms wind around his strong shoulders, legs hook about his waist from a lewd straddle, his own legs somehow finding rise and time and flexibility to end up knelt on the bottom of the tub with a handsome beast clinging to him amid the water's cresting waves. it's a mess on the bathroom floor, water splashed out like two kids messing around in the tub, but... love hotel. it'll be fine. preparedness is key.]
Sap. You already have me. [even if it's what todoroki wants right now, he can slam that thought through his thick head as many times as he wants. kissing him amid the dripping water, kneeling with his mate in his lap as he rests his forehead against the other hero's brow. red eyes darkened to a husky crimson from affection and arousal, nerves tingling with a mixture of still-present afterglow and renewed interest in their togetherness.] Don't blow it. [not on something todoroki can claim as his own any time he damn well wants. of course he isn't going to fight him for it (too long) if the guy wants to be a romantic dork instead of cashing in his blank check. whatever you want, right? doesn't mean he won't rib the other hero for it.
ball dropped in his court, he leans into the kiss, one arm looping around todoroki's shoulders as fingers cup at the meat of his lower back with the other. hips rock forward, nudging between the toned lines of his thighs, muscles flexing beneath embracing calves and heels wrapped about his hips, chest and stomach sandwiching together water and more sensitive areas between them. lips to lips, tongues trading twines and flicks, breaking a second later to breathe, and sliding in once more as he presses todoroki to the tub wall. what does he want? they have all night, don't they. he hauls forward with one hand, fingers splayed over the base of his boyfriend's spine, tucking him even further up into his lap as their hips grind and rut together beneath the water. gathering him up in his body, arms protectively and possessively wound about him amid heavier kisses.] Don't bitch at me if you can't walk tomorrow.
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Date: 12/30/24 00:14 (UTC)he doesn't worry that bakugou will leave him for something mediocre and silly, the way that girlfriends in television dramas seem to find the most minimal thing to blow up about, to tear their relationships to shreds over something like a misplaced tube of lipstick or a misunderstanding with a coworker. bakugou isn't that kind of person, the kind to make assumptions and not see them through, the kind to not want to thoroughly and determinedly ensure that what he has is the whole truth; rather, he seems so steadfast that it's almost terrifying, at times, as though he's afraid that he might do something wrong, inadvertently, and bakugou will still forgive him for it no matter how heinous he might find it himself. he doesn't want to do the wrong thing, doesn't want to mess up this precious thing that he's managed to get for himself--but how does he learn?
it's worried him, some, his lack of experience--and more than that, his lack of emotional experience, being unable to parse some situations, being unable to understand how to react. but the only thing he can do is keep going forward, and when he stumbles, he knows that despite bakugou's frustrations, or his sharp corrections: he cares. he helps. he doesn't just leave him there, floundering, unable to find a path forward. and with someone like that, could he really ever mess it up?
he doesn't want to take advantage of him, either--which is why he's always so gently determined to ensure that bakugou knows what he means to him, even when it's in the face of a little snarled lip of amusement and the declaration that he's being a sap; his own mouth tries to fit into a pout of dismay, but the kissing keeps him too busy, bakugou's tongue keeps him too busy, and the press of bakugou's hips up against his earns a soft grunt into the kiss, something interested, something pointed.
the water wants to keep him light, balanced--his legs cling, wrapped firmly around bakugou's hips, keeping him close enough to roll up against him, to feel them touch, skin to skin, and even with the break of the kiss, his breath trembles, a shiver of heat that goes through him at the thought. )
That's what you want? ( he wants it to be a tease, but it's hard when most of his attention is devoted to the feeling of bakugou pressed against him, and his own back sandwiched to the wall of the tub, trapped in bakugou's possessive cling; the thought of bakugou inside of him makes his dick twitch despite himself, and embarrassed, his breath tremors out in a little moan. ) Say you want it then. That...
( if he gets what he wants, then he can be a little demanding, right? hazy, his gaze tries to focus up on bakugou's face above his, but he can't hold it; his tongue laps over bakugou's lower lip, and without thinking, skims his teeth over it all the same, sucking it lightly into his mouth before he lets it go. )
Want to hear it. Say it.
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Date: 1/6/25 19:43 (UTC)each time that question rises in his mind, his response remains the same: crush the fucking life out of that shitty whisper! he won't fail at gaining his victory and he won't fail at making todoroki the happiest person on the face of this earth! why? because i will! will win, will succeed, will move forward, stronger, faster, better. living with worry in his life, looking back in concern, drumming over what could've been, all of it's a waist of his time. he takes what he knows of his opponent, of his attraction, and makes his choice to move. what kind of person is todoroki? what sort of things bring his small smile? what sort of things make him fear?
the way he tensed when a bowl slipped from his fingers and cracked on the sink, to haunting look of his eyes lingering on his back when he made to leave the room after an argument, to awkward expression on his face when he didn't know the different aspects between spit and proper lube. several time he's seen todoroki flicker with worry and doubt about himself. as if "that" would be the final straw. for as powerful as he is, there are parts of him still so young and underdeveloped. stumbled with a bloody knee, knowing he had to get up and move forward all by himself... until he didn't. because someone else was there to offer a hand out, take hold of his strong grip, and pull him up. that's his way of showing todoroki how to handle each doubt in his mind. his version of victory. so long as his boyfriend wonders if he'll blow it, he'll be there to lift him up and remind him each time that he hasn't. and never will. until todoroki believes it.
it's not taking advantage. it's part of being in a relationship, isn't it. those little moments when the other boy earns a snarl for being a sap or being stupid or getting too cozy, they make him growl while they warm his heart every time. feeling his lips on the top of his head because someone's getting too cocky with his dumb extra inches of height. or the way his mouth quirks into an attempted pout and fails because he kisses it right off his face. or how his fingers curl in his own as he winds their digits together while shoving his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. keeping him here, focused, determined, on him. even if he's smushed between the tub wall and the blonde's hips and thighs.]
Bastard. You're gonna make me say it. [is this not enough for his greedy pretty ears? to be pinned flush against his body. a low husk melts across todoroki's mouth, teeth gripping at a plush lower lip and dragging back to stretch it before it bounces back to place. he's always loved this feeling of his boyfriend clinging to him, whether his long legs knotted around his waist, fitting perfectly on the arch of his pelvis, or strong arms thrown around his shoulders, fingers digging lines into his back. holding on because he's the only thing grounding him right now. each roll electrifies his skin, rutting himself onto his boyfriend's torso and as he rests his forehead to todoroki's brow. skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart. and soon, even deeper...]
Tch, ordering me around. I outta wreck you. [slotting forward, deliberately close enough todoroki's twitching arousal quivers on his abs, hiking him just enough on his hips he's got the taller teen up on his heels with his rear nestled between the blonde's thighs, floating in the water with his cock nuzzling between the spread globes of his ass. a grin tugs the corners of his mouth, leaning his head forward into todoroki's personal space and letting those small laps flick at his lower lip in needy motions.] Brat... I wanna fuck you until you're screaming.
[until that ice is broken and melted and todoroki's raw with sensation to the point of throwing his normal stoic demeanor right out the proverbial window. shifting on his shins and knees, moving to slot the head of his dick against his boyfriend's clenching ring, only then backing his chest and arms off a scant distance enough to let the other hero's weight drag him down slightly in the water. denting his body and threatening to push right through.] Until all you feel and think is me. [this time, he's the one biting at todoroki's lips, nipping as his fingers cup at his glutes and caress his lower body possessively.] Because you're mine... Shouto...
[simultaneously looping his fingers over the tops of his thighs and pushing down, penetrating that last barricade and slowly sliding into tight, hot, wet, spasming, heartbeats, inch by amazing inch.]
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Date: 1/21/25 00:05 (UTC)it feels--overwhelming, in a way, and maybe that's the part that's embarrassing, that makes him feel a little awkward; it's such a foreign thing, to be wanted so wholly, to be wanted in ways that he's never been wanted before, to be good enough at something that he's never really done before. but his body knows it, even when his mind is floundering--his legs adjust, his thighs tense, his hips move, and every part of him is guided with the water, with bakugou's touch, sliding and slipping and arching to meet him.
he can't even say anything back: can't tease him, can't even thank him, though he wants to--clumsily, it's just his breath pattering past his lips, his breath arching into the kiss bakugou gives him, the way his lip pulls, and it's just a panted catch of surprise, despite himself, when he can feel bakugou's dick pressed against that tight ring of muscle, clenching despite himself. how can it feel so hot and then bakugou can say something like that, and it chills him? despite the heat of the water, he can feel goosebumps start, his arms doubling in around bakugou's neck as he forces himself to relax--his teeth lock together, ducking his head in like he might hide it into bakugou's neck. )
It's good, that's good... ( muffled, his voice strained, hidden in against bakugou's skin--his legs tighten, ankles hooked together, trying not to move an inch while bakugou's sinking inside of him, like he might miss some part of it if he even twitches in response. ) Katsuki.
( still stubbornly hidden from view, his teeth skim bakugou's neck before he tilts his head the other way, wet hair splattered in against bakugou's jaw and neck, taking in a trembling breath. )
It's good...
( like he can't quite fathom saying anything else: things like i'm yours sound so trite, and his head can't seem to wrap around them when his focus is on how tight it feels, squeezing around bakugou's cock, how he can feel the swell of his own erection trapped for attention between them; he can feel his legs slip a little, with the slickness of bakugou's skin, and with another shaking breath, he finally lets his head fall back, draped along the back of the tub instead.
if he can't quite get the words out yet, then he at least wants to look at him: wants bakugou to see the way his lashes shake, the way his mouth splits open with breath, the way he's completely under the spell of the moment when it's with him. )
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Date: 1/30/25 10:08 (UTC)there are scars he can't heal, unable to brush his hand across them and leave his skin fair and perfect. but as he tilts his head the opposite way, mouths breathing enough to reveal twin tangling muscles writhing together amid saliva and needy panting breaths, he claims in silent worship this man is perfect to him. no matter his wounds, his hurt, his frustrating naivety, his history, his strength, none of that shit matters as he gathers todoroki into his body. muscles flex around his shoulders as he wraps one arm from left to right, another hooks round the supple arch of his lower back to gather him into his lap. no tool, no curse, no mistake, no vessel, no scar, no hero. right now, with him, todoroki is his. and there are many words trailing after his heated claim.
no need to thank or tease or say anything. words pour from his body with every flex of strong muscle. thighs snag around his waist, knees tenting towards his ribs, biceps squishing to his shoulders, ass tightening so greedily around his cock. he catches todoroki's lower lip between his teeth, tongue driving firm and hot across his captured skin. the sounds of his low sonorous voice moaning into their combined steam bleeds hot and raw into his ears, encouraging another curl of his hips and rocking upward to drive his shaft further inside his lover's squelching grip. god, he's searing, as if his cock's going to burn off in his molten clutch. so tight and snug around every part of him possible, even as he feels todoroki stretching almost painfully to take all of him in. raw sensations force his boyfriend's abs into a clenching spasm as he bottoms out inside his rump, swinging his hips close into his lap thanks to a pair of athletic arms tightening around his traps and nape. finally letting him break the kiss with a husky pant. tch... he misses todoroki's mouth already.]
"Good"? [husking from his lips in a dangerous, lust-thickened growl. fingers dig into his shoulder's meat, squeezing down onto his split delta and massaging his joint "angrily" with each kneading ripple. oh fuck, he loves this sensation, not only todoroki's hole stretching and squeezing every sensitive inch of his glans and shaft, but the sensation of his ankles knotting behind his tailbone, toes curling in intense pleasure, calves straining wire taught in effort to alleviate some of his pressure. when he feels so damn good, nothing else matters. and yet...] Gonna piss me off, Shouto...
[muscles harden, coiling under his soaking skin as tension springs. all the way inside, buried to his balls within his lover's ass, and it's not good enough. fuck, hearing him say his name, clear and breathy. also not good enough. his hand drops, strong fingers splaying over one globe of todoroki's ass. gripping hard enough to make dents in his toned glute. teeth in his neck, eyes buried under his two-toned bangs plastered to his skin, nuzzling and turning with a wet splat on his flesh. that quivering breath... fuck, all of it's not enough.]
It's not good enough if you just feel fucking "good", Shouto. [deepening to a sneer and snarl, love and arousal burning in his eyes as every long cable in his thighs harden and he crashes upward in a surge. water splashes behind todoroki's back, spilling over their tub's rim as he drives his lover a few inches ascent on the wall. clinging to him, pulling him in close as he fucks hard through his breathless voice and repeated phrase. his cock pulses and throbs within the other man's spasming walls, rubbing furiously with his heated thrusts. in and out, in and out, slamming into todoroki's ass with a burning fervor. as soon as his head falls back, baring his beautiful throat, he leans in and attacks it, teeth finding the swell of his voicebox. clamping down in a claiming, animalistic bite, marking him.] I want you to feel it so hard, "good's" a damn insult.
[pounding into him until todoroki's bouncing on his hips amid the water, legs desperately holding on as he ruts into him over and over. not stopping until he's shaken his breath into gasps and pants and he's making more noise than before. only then does he capture his mouth again, pouring his tongue inside and making out hot and heavy with his lover. wanting him to feel it, how important he is to him, how hard his heart's going.] I love you, you gorgeous idiot. And I'm not gonna stop until I brand that into your body.
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Date: 2/16/25 23:52 (UTC)it's easy to look good, when he's the one that's got the control. it's harder to let that sort of thing go, to let the walls drop, to allow his reactions to be telegraphed across his skin, his lips, his eyes, his throat, instead of reading them before letting them out, allowing only the best things to shine through. here, he's completely exposed to bakugou's touch, and more than that, it's the feelings that he's awash in, just like the bathwater, that heat him up from the inside out, his face now too flushed to even bother trying to get it under control. because who the hell else could say something like that? he'd never once considered that someone could really love him, not like this, and then somehow he'd fallen right into it all--
it's so hard to contend with that, to try to understand it, when bakugou's cock drives up inside of him, when he can feel the wet skin of his sac slapping in against the curve of his ass; his mouth gapes, lips parted, desperate for breath that he can't get a hold of, not when his throat is betraying him with soft little groans of pleasure, punctuated by the roll of bakugou's hips up against him, relentless and sure. bakugou's mouth skims his throat, biting at it, and then he's up over his lips, sealing him into a messy kiss that he can only hold onto for so long; he has to break it apart, his head falling back, gasping for a heady breath. )
Don't say stuff like that... ( the words come out as less of a command and more like begging; a part of him wants to laugh, wants to cry, because the feeling is too intense, riding so hard on the edge of an orgasm that he knows is going to be a little too blinding, with the way bakugou's attention rolls over him. ) I love you, I love you, I'm so close I'm--
( where is the rest of that thought? he can't find it, his tongue tied up in other things, another breathy sigh of pleasure, his legs so tight that bakugou can barely move within the clutches of his thighs. one arm gropes in around bakugou's neck, squeezing at him, but the other wanders, gripping at the edge of the bath like it'll keep them both from toppling over; he can hear the splash of the water around them, tumbling over the porcelain, staining the floor, but he doesn't care. the feelings are starting to converge, blocking out all his thoughts, a husky laugh escaping just out of the sheer shiver of pleasure that bakugou's movements force into him. )
Make it even better, come on. ( it's the warmth of a challenge that he doesn't even have to give: but the hazy stare of lidded eyes falls onto bakugou's handsome face, and despite his own blush, he's starting to smile, like some lovedrunk idiot that's had one cup too many, his hair a wet tangle around his face. ) Harder. I'm almost there, I'm gonna come, I want to come, don't leave me behind...
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Date: 2/26/25 16:21 (UTC)god damn. feels as if his face is burning off his skull. he's the one who's supposed to be in control, supposed to be putting todoroki through this pleasurable wringer. why's it him shuddering as those long legs tighten around his hips? right, because he likes it so damn much. feeling each cable in his thigh ripple and pull taut on the arch of his pelvis as he thrusts up to the hilt. right there, huh? when he drops him until every inch buries inside and his balls curve a heady slap in the water on his cheeks. groans rumble in his chest, puffing through the seal of his lips and todoroki's neck as his mind grasps more details. each thrust and the other hero's trying to find some kind of grounding, digging his heels into his tailbone, grinding them against the top of his ass each time his hips roll and ruts up into his boyfriend once more. halfway out and one slips, jutting a foot a few inches behind him. he lets todoroki slip and drop himself onto the length of his dick, right before he leans in and bites down on the opposite side of his neck. heh, he likes that. managing to stifle some noise, but failing to stop his scrambling ankles knotting together over his cleft. stubborn boy... he should force him to say it, but it's so as intense to hear it directly from his body.
breaking him free of that control. fire and ice in one. normally so composed and calm, even sweltering as they make love, he's seen his beautiful face gazing down above with barely a quivering lip, flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. swears he's seen steam leak out of his skin and ears from time to time. yet as beautiful as that is, there's a whole different side, when his teeth grit and his eyes hide behind his bangs, sweat drips as control evaporates into intense motions leaving them both bouncing on the sheets. he loves both sides of him, fire and ice. when he's barely in control of himself, and like now, when he's ripping todoroki's inhibitions to shot via both action and word. burying himself inside a velvet tunnel squeezing him hard enough to make him think their flesh melded. hauling him up onto his body until nothing but his head remains inside, smirking into his gaping mouth and gulping breaths, threatening a kiss, before tightening both arms around his mate and yanking him back down to seal inside again. the bones in todoroki's neck go limp, dropping his head back, soaking bangs falling towards his temples, and he can't resist another bite to his exposed throat.]
I'll say whatever I want! Until you hear it each time I touch you! [romantic, passionate crap he'd be yelling at todoroki for daring to say to him. teeth mark once more, leaving another claim on his throat as he pounds up into him. feeling his own dick bounding crazily between their stomachs, slapping in the water against one set of abs before bouncing off the opposing set like an abused tent pole. panting breaths affirming his love... each one stabs through his heart, reminding him repeatedly what they have here. together. he draws back enough to work his way up, trailing todoroki's neck to his chin before gripping it between his teeth and tugging down, forcing that drooped head back towards him. all so he can claim his mouth once more with another heated, devouring kiss. no more thrusting now. all he can do is rut, rocking his hips on the bathtub floor and stirring his shaft deep inside his boyfriend's ass. oozing precum slathers over his prostate with each grind, filling him up in preparation for what's collecting in the cradle of his pelvis. nothing matters now, nothing but todoroki... todoroki... todorok-!!]
--!! [hard. it came hard. too hard. one moment he's ravaging his boyfriend's mouth, kissing and groaning, panting and gasping, the next second, everything's going white. almost there, almost there, gonna come, gonna come, erupts into there and coming. clinging to him like some possessive monster, he latches onto every available piece of his lover's body. fingers sinking into his shoulder, digging into his sides, knees tenting upward in a trapping V to gather him permanently into his lap in a selfish claim. wants to bite him, fails to do so, only spills his voice into his mouth with the same intensity as his body spills his seed into his lover's. pumping hot and endless inside, coming to the beat of his heart and slam of his core muscles like a fucking bellow squeezing itself dry. balls seize up against todoroki's ass, smooth sac pulled taut over them as he pours everything else out. so damn hot and tight, clamping around him inside as much as outside. "good" doesn't describe this. it's heaven. ecstasy. fucking perfect. bastard, how the hell can he ever think he'd leave him behind? he's staying with him, even if it means branding him in mind and body with himself until todoroki's forgotten where he ends and his boyfriend begins.]
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Date: 3/16/25 23:52 (UTC)because it's too much. it's too much, and not enough at the same time; bakugou drags him in and his body moves like a doll, gathered up easily in the touch, in his grip, molded and fitted to every movement without complaint. it feels like sinking into something dangerous--and is that just because it always felt dangerous? caring for someone, loving someone, it had always seemed like a weakness, had always seemed like something that would end in pain. he doesn't know if his parents even loved each other, or if everything had just been orchestrated to create some picture perfect masterpiece: he doesn't know if it had been love that had taken his brother away, or something else more nefarious. and if he can't understand it, if he's afraid of it, then how can he feel it?
like this, with bakugou's breath over his neck. like this, with his teeth against it, marking him up, drawing up welted bruises that he'll wear with some clumsy, embarrassed pride for the next few days--like this, with bakugou's voice melting into his ear, tumbling right down into his chest and stomach. it would be stupid to not know it; he loves him. he can say it. he's said it. but it's still--
it's overwhelming. his whole body presses into pleasure, and even when his head is lulled back up again with the movement, even when they meet in a desperate kiss, sloppy, wet with sweat and saliva and desire, he feels like his emotions are in a blender: even when he feels bakugou rut inside of him, pumping him full of heat, he feels like his nerve endings are on fire, set ablaze and then flash frozen into shape, like he could laugh or cry or groan with equal enthusiasm, and it would all mean the same thing--that he can't imagine ever loving someone like this, that he can't ever imagine someone other than bakugou like this, claiming him, wanting him, marking him with teeth and tongue and breath and orgasm.
it's a mess, when he comes between them: when his cock jerks, splashes up against his own stomach, when his head bows in and his fingers dig like he might bruise bakugou with the touch; the heat of it dribbles between them, sticky and wet and warm against both their bodies, and his free hand relinquishes the tub edge only to double down around bakugou's neck, clinging to him as he rides him, rides his orgasm until it's blinding, until it hurts, until it feels nearly too sensitive to have his cock trapped between them. boneless, his body curves, slumps in against bakugou, clinging to him like he's the only thing keeping him aware of the moment--his face tucks down, braced to the side of bakugou's neck like he's afraid of what his face might look like; he inhales the scent of him there, clinging despite himself--and lets out a shaky, croaked sort of laugh, muffled against bakugou's skin. )
I can't get up. ( it's mumbled there, soft and almost petulant. ) Not getting up....
( his legs feel like jelly, where they tentatively loosen around bakugou's hips, tension draining out of them; he's boneless but trying so hard to keep clinging to him like he can't let him go. )
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Date: 4/11/25 23:02 (UTC)teeth skim across his neck, scraping salty lines over cords until he feels him shudder. he drags his whites from the underside of todoroki's jaw to the dip of his clavicle, leaving his skin tender for the following lave of his tongue upward. caressing his path just now taken and loving over the bruises he's left previously. someone's gonna have to flip his collar up tomorrow or wear a scarf. and he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed. they should know, everyone should, that todoroki is loved.
walking into school, he only saw the scar-faced pretty body with a bastard mask of solemnity, looking down on everyone like he was better than them. he saw his power gleaming in towering overwhelming ice, felt for the first time a dread and uncertainty in his chilled chest. that very person... how'd it come to this? with todoroki's head dropped against the tiled wall, his mouth hanging open with blissful pants, every line and detail of his beautiful face glistening in sweat as he traces over each facet he's come to love. kiss-swollen lips, defined pectorals heaving with his gasping air, jaws and cheeks moving with hinting rolls of his tongue behind his bared teeth. this is the boy he's come to love, the one he can pleasure and bring to such a molten state from beneath his usual cool exterior. melting him from the inside out as he pumps the final dregs of his cum into his ass. the best part is feeling how tightly todoroki squeezes him, as if he's swallowing his essence further into himself and refusing to let a drop escape. greedy boy.
fuck, he's going to pass out, he wants to, strung up in the passionate bliss of his boyfriend's body milking his member in desperate strangles, touching all the right places as he ruts up between his cheeks and grinds into his ass. fingers dent his muscle, threatening a painful massage, and molten heat bursts between them, splattering todoroki's chiseled torso with his own seed. he fights through the throes of his own passion to crack his eyes, wanting to watch his lover's orgasmic bliss as he claims him as his, branding his insides with a flood while todoroki spills his own answer all over his skin. clinging to his neck with his hands, riding him with rhythmic squeeze of his legs. until everything finally goes boneless and limp, crashing them into a pool of afterglow. he surges forward, half-falling flush to his chest and head, smashing todoroki between the wall and his body. a knee to the tub, both hands clutching his body and cradling him in his lap. head tilting to the side as a warm face nuzzles and hides in his neck. he feels it burning from here, panting breaths ghosting his skin over and over. until a rattling sex-rasped laugh puffs along the column of his neck.]
No shit... I'm holding you. [he turns his head, find his neck, and peppers his skin with small bites and kisses, not caring to know which time he does when. legs loosen and both hands drop to catch him under thigh and knee, stubbornly holding his boyfriend's limbs around his waist where they should stay. refusing to lose that blissful feeling of todoroki anchoring him as if he's the greatest most valuable treasure in the world.] Fuck, you're ridiculous, Shouto...
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Date: 4/27/25 21:21 (UTC)But the tub is...wet.
( this, too, is a ridiculous murmur from somewhere within the crook of bakugou's neck, where he breathes in the scent of him--where he gets distracted, for a moment, taking in the scent of his wet hair, the slight sting of his sweat on his shoulders, on his back, mixing with the splash of the lukewarm bathwater; it would be tempting just to stay here, tempting just to heat up the water himself and sink down into it, tempting to just keep his arms and legs propped up around bakugou like he's a pillow pushed in for sleep. but already, he's losing tension in his legs, despite the way that bakugou palms at him, encourages him to keep his hold; like training, he considers it a challenge, his knees tenting up again, his heels digging in, but he can only keep it for another moment longer before his thighs start to fall apart again, as though he's going to bare himself wide open.
the thought makes him laugh, a little. ridiculous, maybe. there's no inch of him that bakugou hasn't seen, hasn't touched with his lips, or his tongue; that earns a slight shiver, and he realizes that he's going to have to steady his body heat if he wants any hope of trying to wrangle actual thoughts into his head. a slow breath passes, chilled and then tingling up into steam, as he gently lets his head loll back, letting his messy hair hit the back of the porcelain there, like he might just turn his cheek to the edge of the bath and close his eyes for good.
right. but the tub is wet. he was trying to go somewhere, with that; his tongue snakes out, wetting his lips, before he forces his eyes open again. )
We need to clean up and get towels. ( there, that had been the rest of the thought: like this, looking up at bakugou, he can feel himself smiling, and it's so strange to not immediately want to swallow it down; his arms loosen, but that's only so that he can bring one hand up, raking and combing long fingers back through damp blonde strands, brushing it out here and there, away from bakugou's face at random.
his thoughts derail again, but he can't be blamed for it. ) You're handsome.
( that smile stretches again, a little cheeky, like he can't believe he just said it out of nowhere--and he knows precisely what bakugou's reaction will be, but he loves it anyway. there's something so comforting about being able to just be himself without boundaries; normally he's trying to ensure that whatever he says isn't something that's going to be taken the wrong way, or something that will get him into trouble, measuring his understanding of social situations with his understanding of the kind of person that he's expected to be.
bakugou just expects him to be this--himself, a little love drunk, peppered and marked with so many little nips and pulls of teeth and tongue that he'll have to shrug his shoulders up if he wants to hide them at all. maybe he doesn't. does it matter if their friends look at them tomorrow morning and know precisely where they've been? it makes him feel warm in a good way, in his stomach, like a giddy bundle of butterflies. )
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Date: 5/25/25 18:23 (UTC)Of course it's wet, you dumbass. [what a stupid todoroki thing to say, and don't you dare start getting fuzzy hearted and warm because of it! shitty body. stomp stomp stomp down those happy little thoughts about how cute his boyfriend is and wondering what else he might say if he fucks him out of his mind again. ah damn, he's starting to loosen up. thighs no longer pressing as tightly to his hips, knees easing away from his ribs, feet sliding off their planted state against his knees, even with his hands trying to encourage todoroki's legs to keep right where they are. he doesn't want to lose this feeling yet, growling at himself for being unable to enforce his own will on that hot, clinging body plastered to his own. of course he could tell him, snarl into his ear to hold on... but no snarls come. only a lazy run of his hand along todoroki's thigh backwards towards his knee. all to catch him under the crook and prevent his leg from dropping into the tub too hard. fine. come down. he'll handle it.
sinew flexes and gravity slips downward as he makes the harsh choice of lowering his own body. knees bend and he grunts in annoyance as his cock finally slips free of todoroki's squelching grip with a gentle 'pop' he feels too sharply in his hips. probably leaking a bit of white from his entrance underwater before he closes up. droplets fall from his hair with soft plips into the bath, reminding him they're gonna have to flush the bath afterwards. made a mess inside. it's the risk of a love hotel having a damn bath in the first place. todoroki's head hits the wall with a soft 'thump', baring his throat without thinking about who remains threaded between his legs. meaning he's leaning in and taking his throat's column between his teeth. more a bite than a kiss, hot breath ghosting across a swallow-dipped tube as he runs his tongue across what part's trapped within his jaws. wants to leave a mark, teeth or sucking... buuut he resists and breaks the bite-of-a-kiss before leaning back as he comes to rest on his knees in the tub, todoroki sitting on his lap in a sandwich between solid abs and smooth ceramic wall.]
Don't get bossy with me; you can't even feel your damn legs. [whose fault is that? lips curve in a bare frown, eyes flattening slightly as flexible fingers card through his hair. pushes his bangs away from his forehead and into the normal bed of spikes blown out from his head, leaving his forehead bare and his put-out expression in full view. saying they need to get out of the tub right before he starts playing with his hair. fuck. this bastard's having too much fun for just coming off being completely fucked out! he'll need to wreck him even harder next time.]
Sap. [say such crap. it doesn't do a damn thing. if by "damn thing" he means earns a lean in and lips to his own. kissing him firmly, head tilting in a way nigh instinctive by now. finds their best fit, jaws meeting and teeth opening with lips parting. so comfortable, so many times they've come together like this. it shouldn't affect him so much, hearing todoroki confess such sappy things. but memories of who he was at the start of U.A. eternally remind him of how far his boyfriend's come. how amazing and strong he is. how he's become his own man despite everything he's been through and what was laid on his shoulders. who the fuck wouldn't love such a strong heart blooming into a life he deserved for so long. kissing him feels like a reward, or a gift, and he lets himself be greedy with it for a few long seconds. maybe with a bit of tongue towards the end when he finally breaks it and a strand of saliva stretches between their mouths amid heated breath.
right. they should probably get out of the tub.] Hold onto me. [because he's bracing his legs and feet. heaves upward in a rush of water sloshing and splattering all over the place as it pours off their bodies, crashes back into the tub, making a lewd noise of liquid emergence as he pins todoroki's back to the wall-- yes it's cold in comparison --and slides him up it until he's straight up on both legs. now the other hero can try to get his own limbs down under him and see if they work.] I'm not carrying you outta the damn tub.
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Date: 6/8/25 21:07 (UTC)he could probably convince bakugou to come back down for another round, but--maybe that's better served for the bed, or even the morning, or even a few hours later.
so he braces his arms around him, feeling that weightlessness of the tub suddenly become the unfortunate downfall of gravity, as he's brought up onto his feet, forced to bear his own weight--the cold against his back helps, has him immediately flaring up with a burst of heat, inside of him, in combative defiance. that, too, helps center his thoughts: though his gaze, mismatched, is roaming over bakugou's features, rather than looking at anything else in the room. )
...I'm not asking to be carried. ( but the glum weight of his voice might say otherwise. ) I can walk.
( or so he thinks, anyway, as he slides his arms away; one elbow clunks back into the wall, bracing against it, and it's a little precarious, stepping out of the tub, but he manages, righting himself firmly on both feet, both hands peeling back through his half-wet hair as though he can piece most of it away from his face. if he can walk, then he can do other things, which means there's a slight, hobbling few steps towards what's left of the clean towels, snaking up one in either hand; rather than pass it off to bakugou, he turns, slightly, to look at him--and throws it out, letting it land on his head, on his shoulders, in his waiting arms, wherever it may land.
the smile on his face is hidden, as he presses his face down into his own towel, lapping up bathwater and a little sweat. )
Go get into bed, I'll take care of the bath. ( as the towel comes down, pressed along his chest, down between his legs, along his thighs, and then he straightens up so that he can wrap it, wayward, around his hips, trying with numb, tired hands to tuck it in to stay. he doesn't necessarily need the modesty, but with his thoughts, and his head, coming back down to earth, he does feel a little bashful about bending over the tub to slosh some water in it and then drain it out entirely. )
Maybe you can turn on some lights or something. ( who knows, with the way this place is laid out: but it's the kind of thing he'd like to do, just wander around pressing buttons, looking for reactions, learning how things work as though they'll be back here again, someday. maybe they will. )
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Date: 6/24/25 18:30 (UTC)shit. can't stop a small twitch of his lips upward at the corner, a faint "heh" puffing free as todoroki flares heat from his body to counter a frigid wet wall on his back. surprising, huh. the guy who's not usually bothered by any kind of temperature suddenly feeling too cold. might be defiant in his boyfriend's mind, but he finds it stupidly cute. a stubborn guy wanting to remain as comfortable as he can while he gets his legs back beneath him. head ducked slightly, their positions giving the taller young man an even greater height advantage until he feels like sliding back down onto his heels. not fucking fair, damn half-n-half giant. unfazed, he grins up at him, enjoying the fleeting moment.]
You're clinging to me like a pouting octopus. [zero warning as he bites todoroki on his cheek, a light grip for no reason other than enjoying his momentary petulance. as if permission to finally move is given, he steps back, fully releasing the other guy from his arms and steps out of the tub with him. water sloshes over the side, following his heel one at a time until he's on the rug covering their tiled floor before the bath. remember that head cracking risk? confident his boyfriend's walking without him (minus a hobble limb, which he views with pride) he turns to the bath and fishes around within its depths for a swift dive and pull of the plug. metal clanks and telltale flowing water pours muted up through the pool. let that drain before he cleans it in the morni-]
Ngh? [white flops over his head, earning a jolt from his arms and back. the he-?! guh!! bastard just threw a towel at him! he slaps his hand atop his head and pulls the entire thing off with a scowl, hair sticking up in assorted direction from its usual explosive spikes. brat.] I already unplugged it. You can clean it in the morning.
[if he wants the duty so badly. beat you to it anyways, icyhot. scuffing his hair with the towel, he sops water from it as much as possible, then begins on his face, rubbing at his eyes and cheeks before tucking it beneath his jaw and licking around his throat to his collarbones. really should be a fucking accusation about watching todoroki dry himself off. his stupid towel's going everywhere he wants his hands, mouth, and more going instead. contours of his strong chest, outlines of his stomach, hooking between his thighs and rubbing under his arms. all ending in a white-wrapped toga about his waist. yeah well, he's doing similar, but deliberately knotting his tantalizingly low slung on his hips. enough to see the dipping v lines of his pelvis diving below the terrycloth rim.] You're the one who likes pushing buttons; get out there and see what turns on what.
[hopefully nothing too kinky will hit him in his precocious face.]
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Date: 7/22/25 19:14 (UTC)it's hard enough to put his back to bakugou--it's harder still, thinking of how good he looked, how that towel had slung purposefully low, almost comical compared to the way that he's neatly knotted his own up to cover as much as possible.
still, it counts for something. bakugou doesn't get to the see the way that he runs his hand over his own face like he's trying to smooth out his expression; he doesn't get to see the way his tongue laps over his lower lip, the way his teeth pinch there like he can force himself to forget the feeling of them locked into a kiss together. self control is something that he has in spades; it just feels nearly impossible when all the sense has been literally fucked out of him, when all he wants to do is slink back to bakugou's front and dip his hands down the front of that towel.
buttons, instead. he's looking for buttons. it repeats in his head like a neat little mantra, forcing his feet to move, to carry him in a daze out of the bathroom door--and back towards the bed, though his hand reaches, outstretched, to feel over the wallpaper along the way, stopping himself neatly when his fingertips connect not with plaster but with smooth plastic. a small little console of switches.
his knuckles bend in against the first: which has the room plunged into darkness, making him choke on a soft, breathy laugh, embarrassed, before he gropes for the next switch. rather than flood the room with light, again, it starts with a slow fade in of multicolor LEDs, a rainbow of colors across the rim of the ceiling, which he watches only for a moment, both confused and amused. it makes the red hair, sloping down his temples, wet and shadowed, the color seeming to change with each fade in and fade out of the rainbow. )
...This doesn't feel right. ( to himself, amused, before he turns it off and hits the next switch--which appears to cloak the room in darkness, again, except that when his gaze goes towards the ceiling above the bed, he can see it peppered out with tiny little blinking lights, as though looking up at a starry sky.
pointed, he leaves it there--and pursues the edge of the bed again, feeling for it with a hand once he gets there to sit on the edge. )
Ba-- ( he starts, stops--his lips fit into a clumsy smile, feeling warm all over. ) Katsuki. We're camping, now.
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Date: 8/13/25 16:15 (UTC)Guess we're gonna have to get another later. [he'll let todoroki pull the plug on their do over. ignorant his boyfriend intends to clean the entire bathroom like some live-in maid bumped from one piece of duty. question is whether he'll wake ahead of time enough to pull off such a feat. then again... he's planning on sleeping in. no alarms. only a warm body beneath one arm. or cool, depending on which side of todoroki he sleeps on. good luck slipping out from under his embrace without waking him.
... holy shit. todoroki turns away, puts his back o him, and all he can do is stand there like a moron struck dumb. staring. broad shoulders and narrow hips in perfect ratio, fair skin still beading in places with lickable dampness, angled shoulder blades mapping defined muscles like a damn underwear model, funneling down to a shitty towel suddenly very much too in his fucking way. can they go back to the bath? fuck, the shower? where he can put his aching tongue to todoroki's pulse and trace a path from clavicle to jaw... it'd be better than his sharp enamel digging into his wet muscles instead, half-biting his tongue to keep it from jumping out of his mouth. goddammit have some self control! why the fuck does he need self control around his boyfriend?! he's so damn tempted to pin him front-first to whatever closest surface wants to be debased next.
his heel leaves the floor, toes indenting the bathroom rug with a damp trail of droplets in his wake. following todoroki out into the room, eyes failing any attempt at wandering on furniture, appliance, suggestive decorations. nothing here captures his attention save for a single strong figure paused by the wall. fingertips touching wallpaper when they should be in a five-point splay across his chest mapping out his heartbeats.
*click* ] Don't turn out the fucking lights! [what do you think he is, a bat?! he pauses midstep, not wanting to slam his foot into something, only continuing forward when lights bloom into color. mood lighting. a mixture of hues casting the room into kaleidoscope from top down and changing todoroki's hair into a flipping color chart of red and white. crimson, magenta, scarlet, purple, sage, brown orange, on one side, prismatic on the other, both matching his nape from behind. if he ever wondered what a lion felt while stalking prey, he doesn't have to anymore.]
You're such a little kid. [heated words husk along todoroki's ear shell as he captures him from behind. closed the space while his boyfriend felt up the bed. he touches his fingers to his boyfriend's chest, caressing one pectoral on the path from left to right. his other hand takes hold of his waist, embracing him in a possessive, loving wrap buckled about his pelvis from one side to the other. has to go up on his toes thank to someone's extra damn inches in height, but he gets his ear where he wants it: in his mouth. nipping, sucking, licking, bullying in a gentle capture beneath todoroki's chosen starry sky. skin melds to skin as he slots himself perfectly against his lover's back, following the contour of his spine with his chest and stomach.] Shouto... You better not be planning to sleep tonight. I'm gonna fuck every thought out of your head but me.
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Date: 10/12/25 22:11 (UTC)but there's a warmth at his back, the shape of hips against his ass, against the towel, pressure at his thighs--an arm that wraps itself up around his middle while the other gropes over his chest, and he forgets the lights, forgets the fake stars, forgets the idea of splaying himself across the bed on his back to look up at them and make up silly constellations. bakugou's voice is hot in his ear, enough that he can feel a flush spread, eager, across his own skin, too quick to be chased off by the regulating power of his quirk.
his throat bobs with a swallow: it isn't nervous, but the anticipation feels like lightning, his nerves sparking with interest, and even just the warm, steady, demanding curl of bakugou's voice in his ear makes his cock feel heavy, an embarrassed twitch beneath the towel. )
You don't think you did that already? ( half-wondering, half-teasing, but he's not complaining. )
I'm only thinking about you.
( --which is why one of his hands drops, slides, drifts cool fingertips over bakugou's wrist so that he can reach for the front of his own towel, tugging at it, wrenching it with a firm grip to undo the neat little tuck he'd put in earlier. it dips, splits apart, gathers up in his hands so that he can drop it to the floor, where it lands between his heels; there's still enough light for bakugou to look at him, which is why his skin prickles with embarrassment--both hands reach for the bed, but it's more so that he can slide his palms down to his forearms, bracing his weight there.
his back cranes, bent over the edge of the mattress: his hips press back into bakugou's still, bare, arching up onto his toes just slightly before settling back onto his heels to spread his thighs further apart--a bold, almost bashful sort of offer. )
Fuck me anyway. ( softly, his voice almost matter-of-fact in its teasing. ) Katsuki.
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Date: 12/7/25 21:16 (UTC)yet he chose this possessive claim, digit tips digging into his lover's pectorals as if he can reach the throbbing heart pounding below, powerful torso slotted up flush to his spine as his body melds with the man he love's. chest muscles squished momentarily to shouto's wing bones, chiseled abdominal wall trying to fit his back's diamond in a curved puzzle piece. warm and damp, strong and limber, all flesh and real, and every part of him his in this den of amorous sensation and gaudy tacky perversion. blocked temporarily by terrycloth shields. fucking annoying. he'll handle that, after his nails stop taking wandering explorations over shouto's stomach, traipsing between each ab groove and circling his shallow navel crater. lips on his ear, eyes behind his profile, yet he knows blood's rushing to his scarred visage, blooming hot along his cheekbones and turning his nose bridge rosy pink. no ice is taking it away. two years ago, he never would've thought this man capable of even a hint of heat on his face. now, he feels him heating up against his body in ways that have nothing to do with shouto's quirk.]
Haa... [feels as if he's expelling steam from his lungs, hot across his ear before lips take descending path. nipping at his earlobe, dropping to the back of his jaw where it curves, to the slope of his neck as cords pull tight in a telltale manner of swallowing. anticipation quivers under his flesh, setting his nerves aflame with desire and burning his lips with each kiss branded into shouto's skin.] You're real cute when you talk back, baka. [damn, this bastard's setting his heart into rapid chasing. his pulse picks up and surges blood hot through his veins beneath several cool points of touch, fingers extending to "drop" his boyfriend's hand downward into the blocking cloth. husks give way to a flap as shouto pulls his towel free, parting around his gloriously naked body. pelvic v freed, his cock exposed to the room's air, pert buttocks exposed in tempting display as he eagerly presses his own groin to twin mounds of toned muscle. why the hell would he look anywhere else?]
What're you embarrassed about? Something you don't want me to see? [taunting because he knows why. shouto moves and he's already following, one hand taking half a second to rip his own towel from his waist in a flurry. muscles ripple as a knee bends towards the floor, toes curled backwards beneath the balls of his foot as he goes down on one knee behind his boyfriend. forever branding the image of his flexing back and lats hardening around his spine. hands no more on his chest, but rather took a trip down his ribs and worshiping descent along toned obliques, until he's resting tough-skinned palms on the other hero's narrow hips. his face directly opposite his boyfriend's presented rump. fingers splay along either side of his cheeks, cupping both mounds in his palms as his thumbs and hand heels press into his skin and pull apart. spreading him open and revealing the wrinkled star between.] Don't order me around, Shouto.
[murmured than ordered, burning the inside of his skin with his breath closing in on his flesh. hot air, a single strand of saliva snapping as he extends his tongue and runs the length of it up his boyfriend's crack. long, languid, deliberate, mouth open and head tilted in a brazen carelessness with each laving pass from the back of his dangling balls to the crevasse of his cheeks and runs the tip over shouto's hole time and time again.] Don't hold your voice back.