[Bakugo leans back on the bed, finding the conversation went off... too well? Whatever. He doesn't like dragging shit out when it doesn't need to be. Pushing off the bed, he gets to his feet, dresses, and leaves his room behind. He's walked this path so many times before, a few for this very reason. A pair of black pants and his usual black tank top over black slip-on sneakers are his choice for clothing. Such a variety.
Taking the stairs, because fuck elevators forever, Bakuo arrives at Talon soon enough. Doors slide open and he walks into the sports-themed halls. Only takes another few minutes to round the corner and arrive at the fleet of training rooms. The more high tech ones allow for completely customizable training and battles, letting the guests exercise their powers without concern. But Scott's likely going for one with less options. Easier to set up.
Tch. Just seeing Scott brings a lot of memories to mind, threatening to burn his damn face off. Fuck. He shoves them back, trying to focus on the here and now.]
[Scott was in the middle of stretching his arms, letting them pull in front of him when he sees Bakugo walk into a training room that they're both familiar with. Yeah, one with less options, almost basic, but mostly because he doesn't want to face some outside target. He just wants to place his entire focus and attention on the other teen as they trade blows and pull at each other. It's the sort of thing he enjoys and gets his blood pumping and it's still the case now, but.
How do you deal with the aftermath of a date that was brought upon by cupid himself?? A date that Scott enjoyed a lot, from the hot pot, to the arcade, and to the eventual fucking in the car. It was probably one of the most memorable days he's had here and fuck. Doesn't that also mean he has to give Bakugo a really high score--
He fights down his flush, thinking about that day just a few days ago. It's just. It kind of sucks thinking that maybe he wouldn't want to do something like that again in the future. Emotions are so stupid.]
Yeah? [He tilts his head at him, and fuck he's so awkward. He doesn't want to be this awkward. Wouldn't he normally snark at him and ask if Bakugo is enjoying the gun show or something as stupid as that? Maybe. Well, Scott's definitely enjoying the way Bakugo's gym outfit shows his arms off. Thank god for his sunglasses.]
Got tired of having my arms and pits sweat in a shirt. [Yeah just saying that out loud.]
[Bakugo's never been one to shy from basic or advanced training, seeing the value in both. Who the hell wants to know a million moves and flashy actions, then drop to a simple one-two punch they didn't prepare for? Dumbass. He covers all his bases, including limitation practice, such as sparring blindfolded or with a limb "gone", to make sure he's ready for anything. Some might say he's over preparing, and they can fuck off.
But that's... not really on his mind right now. Rather, Scott is. From the shape of his shoulder rolling with his stretch to how stupidly good he looks with bare arms to the usual clasp of black and red across his eyes. And he went on a date with this guy.
Not a forced thing he had no control, but an outing prompted with a push and one he enjoyed a lot. Enough to be thinking about it regularly the past two days. Scott's flavor preferences to the sweaty hand prints dragging down the car window... fuck.]
They're gonna sweat into your shirt anyways, Shades. [It'll just be lower. pulls one arm across his chest, stretching the muscles in his upper arm and shoulders. Basic spar, so Scott's likely gonna be bringing mats up in the training room.] Anything goes, or you wanna work on a certain style or move?
[It's the sort of over preparedness that Scott can respect. Training to handle all different kinds of situations that might be thrown at them, especially as a 'hero.' He's still relatively new to the whole business, but if he wants to be the best leader he can be, then it's essential. Important. Doubly so if he wants to make sure that his friends don't meet the same fate as his brother.
But likewise, training to be a X-Man isn't really on his mind right now, especially when Bakugo starts stretching as well, showing off a line of muscles that he's pretty familiar with now. Hard arms and shoulders that he sometimes enthusiastically grabbed while he was fucked in the car and okay, maybe he can't hide the flush this time from crossing over his cheeks. His ass instinctively clenches as well, the feeling of Bakugo's dick inside him still fresh in his mind. Dude it's going to be fucking embarrassing if he gets a hard on while training--]
Anything goes.
[He manages to say with a mostly neutral voice, with Scott rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before nodding at the already prepared mats for them to use. His heart beats with some uncertainty in his chest and he knows why, but Scott plans to talk to Bakugo more about Stuff after they go a round. Establish something they're both used to.]
[Bakugo hasn't pushed Scott to engage in those sorts of training exercises, but he plans to in the future. Anywhere from fighting with his shades knocked off to dealing with someone or something that could potentially reflect his optic blasts. And then there's the normal fighting deaf or blinded or with a limb missing or bound. Maybe those things won't really come up here in this stupid place, but if anything, it's an interesting distraction?
Speaking of distraction... Might be embarrassing if Scott gets a boner during their spar, but Bakugo's likely gonna taunt him about it rather than stop the fight and deal with it. Then again, he'll be focusing on winning, even if right now he's taking a few unnecessary eye wanders over the mutant's body. The way he moves his arms and pulls at his sides, causing his chest and shoulders to flex and shift under his skin. Hmph, yeah, knowing exactly what he looks like under those clothes makes this... distracting.]
Pin has to last for five seconds. [Otherwise the first one floors and dropped on wins, and he can't have that crap. Bakugo steps into the room and leaves his boots by the door rather than stomp around on the mats with those hard-soled monsters. Tear right through the coverings after a few hard moves. He drops his arms and lets them swing before turning to face Scott. Anything goes works with him.] When you're ready.
[He affirms, agreeing to their terms without another thought. Sounds fair enough to him and they've sparred like that before. It's part of the whole idea of making this familiar; it's just that Scott hopes that it feels that way still. Looking at Bakugo and his determined expression, maybe he really is the only one that's thinking too much about it, but he's having a hard time reading the other teen. He doesn't know for sure.
Only way to know for certain is just... ask. Later on.
But leaving his own shoes off, he braces himself on top of the mats, something more relaxed and actually calm taking a hold of him as he fully looks at his opponent, settle into training mode. This feels good at least, just leave everything else behind and only focus on Bakugo's movements. It makes him feel good and he gets practice in. Scott's glad that at least that part of his mind isn't thinking about getting dicked.]
Ready.
[And that's pretty much the only warning he gives before he steps forward, stance ready. Guard up, only switching to more active as he extends a jab out, never putting his full strength in but not really holding back either. He'd get the floor wiped from him if he didn't give it his all anyway.]
[They should have enough time to break out of a hold, giving them the chance to train on escaping someone who's a little too damn clingy. Unnerving reality being it's come in handy a few times in this shitty place. Unfortunately, Scott's not the only one thinking about it; Bakugo, however, is more used to compartmentalizing and stuffing things down when he focuses on the task at hand. Heroes can't be distracted with shit like... uh... stomach butterflies in the middle of a fight.
Bakugo moves back on the mat to let them center each other. Without his Quirk, he opts for a more traditional martial arts stance. He thought about sticking to one practice while growing up, but quickly abandoned the notion for more power and flexibility. Adapting and being able to change from one practice to another gives a big advantage in fights. Hard karate strikes, grappling throws, powerful limb locks, akido pressure jabs, tai chi deflections, and more. All elements he's gathered into his own experience and use.
Ready. Instantly he steps into Scott's jab, he moves his arm to let the strike glance off his forearm, pushing both his and Scott's limb to the side in a deflect while simultaneously throwing a hard right hook towards the mutant's chest.]
[Most of his hand-to-hand started with what he learned from Raven, who is certainly no slouch, but he and the others only trained for a few months before he found himself here. Then it was just building what he learned from those sessions, mostly practicing with the teen that he's now standing across from. It's been so valuable and important to Scott, to find someone like this here. Not only willing to teach him (even if it's through example), but also not go easy on him.
He's gotten better, for sure. Far better than the first time they went at each other, where he was knocked to the floor in a minute. He got back at him in return eventually and it's been a constant back and forth between them, each session never failing to pump his blood and get the mutant to feel energized. It's probably where he really started to grow fond of the other teen, more than just hearing his views as a hero back home. That was a good starting point, of course, but shifting into something physical-- then having lunches together, hanging out at the arcade. That came easy right after.
When did all that start to really matter to Scott so much? Guess when he suddenly realized that he didn't want to lose any of it. Especially not here, where it's taken him a while to be comfortable again, without his teammates around.
At least he's not distracted by these thoughts. His initial jab's blocked and deflected, Scott reacting only just in time to block the hook with his other arm. Not having enough time to fully counter, and he's already on the defensive, eyes glinting behind his sunglasses as he takes a couple of steps back, arms up and ready.]
[He had to go easy the first few times. Finding out Scott was so new to martial arts the initial spar meant he could've wiped the floor with him easily. And now one's going to learn getting their ass handed to them so fast they can't figure out what to do to improve. Good for him Scott's a fast learner, and skilled too. Bakugo got to watch him grow pretty quickly over the weeks, able to stand up to him after a month and give him a good challenge.
From a leg sweep to getting thrown over Scott's shoulder, he's had his share of tumbles on the mat. Bakugo's a sore loser and winner, so each fall, pin, or defeat flared his temper, but never had him quitting until he was able to bring their "score" back to even! Even if it left him a panting, sweating mess with a smirk struggling to stay on his face. He looked forward to the days he trained with Scott, feeling a gentle warmth and nostalgia like when he was able to train with Kirishima or Midoriya back home. Something he silently grew fond of. And someone.
Enough to flare up into an encouraged, but sincere date he's thought plenty on over the past few days. Bakugo always said he wanted to go home and screw this place in particular, but Scott's now one of the handful of people the young hero struggles over the thought of losing. Frustrating.
Scott goes on full defensive and Bakugo swiftly capitalizes on it. Rather than go for a punch, he instantly switches his hands and grabs at the mutant's arms, one strong grip clamped around his wrist and the other on his forearm. Blocking him is dangerous, as he seamlessly transitions to a grapple, controlling both of Scott's arms to keep them out of the way as he steps in and rams his knee towards his chest.]
[He's fast, unrepentant with his moves, and Scott wouldn't ask for anything different. Oh, he'll certainly curse him in his mind, but he isn't going to complain or whine.
A loud and audible grunt leaves Scott when Bakugo lands his hit, knee slamming into his chest and it's only through sheer stubbornness on his end that he doesn't let himself react more than that. Fuck that hurt, bastard, that flash of his own competitiveness spiking as he looks at his opponent and twists himself so that he can counter and break out of the grapple.
At least his forearm is pulled away from a strong grip, using that momentum to try and sweep the leg his friend is still standing on.]
[Good. Bitching during a spar means Bakugo goes for a hard throw or pin, purely out of enjoying spite. He does at least pull his attacks enough not to leave Scott with long-lasting bruises. They're not trying to beat each other up here. But an ache? Yeah, he'll have that for a little while.
Bakugo snarls when Scott twists himself, having to release his arms so he doesn't get yanked into his body at close range. Even with his strength, body slamming the other in a wrestling suplex isn't his preference.
He drops his foot to the ground again, bracing himself just in time for Scott's sweep to slam into his leg. It's enough to rock him up onto the braced on and he hops to the side once, twice, to avoid getting tripped up, breaking his hold on Scott's upper body in the process.]
[Heh, asshole managing to get both feet planted before he could get in.
There's a small smirk, one that briefly twitches at the corner of his mouth despite everything, before he presses on, closing that short distance between them and now using his free arms to feint an attack on the left before swinging more with a jab on the right, aiming for Bakugo's chest as he keeps pressing on an offensive now.
Best defense is a good offense? Besides, he can only get so far through guarding and trying to counter. Not to mention there's that additional spike of blood pumping through his veins as he keeps at it with his friend, a spark of red glinting behind his glasses as well as sweat beading across his forehead. He's sure that they might actually draw a couple of interested people with how they're fighting, despite their low rank, but he doesn't need assholes gawking at them. It's why he picked this closed off room for just the two of them.]
[He's been fighting almost his entire life, learning how to move his body quickly and predict his opponent's motions. Current position, common attacks, how they would capitalize, a lot of people think the same in the heat of battle, always trying to gain the advantage. Scott presses his offense and Bakugo snarls as he's forced onto the proverbial back foot. A fake out to the left, another strike from the right, causing both arms to move and block.
Bakugo doesn't need other people staring at them, always opting to spar with others in the closed rooms. He likes being able to focus on his opponent and nothing else. Though this time, his focus slips into other thoughts. A flicker of red sparking behind Scott's shades, the twitch of his lips in a smirk, a lick of sweat wandering down his cheek. Fucking details he wouldn't have thought much of before, but now twitter on his peripheral. Stupid sexy bastard.
[Not that he's cocky, because it's not over until it's actually over, but there's a boost to his movements as he keeps on that offensive, trying to break through Bakugo's guard even as each blocked strike expends his energy and getting that sweat to roll down his face. His lips parted, Scott's only able to truly focus on this spar and not the way his friend's muscles smoothly flex and show off in the light because of sheer will. Same brain that helped him focus on getting the mission done after Alex's death.
Another punch. Another feint. And then--]
Ow, fuck! Asshole--
[No holding back his shouting this time, because fuck that hurt. An extremely hard head meeting his own (who has the harder head? who knows) and it's enough to get Scott to stagger in his movements, the mutant stepping back a couple steps from the teen.]
[Bastard's making him hunker down! Arms up, blocking one hit after the next, working to make sure those fists glance off one side and the other. His arms and shoulders can easily handle the brunt of it, considering the recoil his explosions force on them all the time. But Scott's no pushover either. The only reason Bakugo's tanking these things is because he wants a clear shot at-
THOCK!!
-right there! Bakugo's headbutted people before. And no! It never feels "good" when he does it! Pain blooms in his head, his skin reddens behind his bangs, but there's a maniac grin spreading across his face as he blitzes through starlight blinking behind his eyes and shoves himself right into Scott's personal space. One shoulder into his chest, and a leg swiftly hooking and jerking behind the mutant's calves!
Fully intending to dump his back right onto the floor and go for the pin!]
[Scott barely catches that crazy ass smile on Bakugo's face before said face is directly in front of him and one collision later, the mutant finds himself plastered on the ground as his legs are swept beneath him in an expert hook. Well, combined with a fucking headbutt of all things. Granted, he shouldn't be surprised, this is Bakugo, and he said anything goes, but.
Still calling him a bastard in his mind. Stupid attractive bastard that's currently grappling him to the mats, their bodies flushed together.
As the seconds tick down for the pin, Scott struggles against the well-muscled teen, slick muscle sliding against one another and he's still recovering enough from the blow to at least not get hard from that, but unfortunately, he can also feel victory slowly slip from his grasp as he's unable to get the right angle to dislodge Bakugo from his limbs. If he really wanted to cheat, he could probably tug his glasses off, but he didn't say powers this time and not at this close proximity. Not unless he had his visor.
So, he just pushes and tugs, trying to gain some ground, but...]
[As soon as Scott's world tilts backwards, Bakugo bends forward and grabs onto his shoulder. He follows him down, grunting as he slams the mutant to the mat with a hard impact. It only takes a second to drop his knee onto Scott's thigh, pinning it outward as his other lands with one shin crossing the mutant's own. That takes care of his legs. No attempts to kick or lash out as he's practically kneeling on the guy's limbs.
Shit, as much as he'd like to shove together and really trap Scott into the ground, Bakugo knows exactly what part of his body's thinking like that! He'll... fuck, he'll deal with that in a minute!
One hand plastered onto Scott's shoulder, his other arm's free to try and fend off those attempted blows to dislodge him. Jerks from side to side rock his body, but he counter balances with tilts and jerks, wrestling Scott onto his back again each time. Until finally he manages to grapple the other boy's hand and jails it to the mat above his head, ending up with his body kneeling and leaning over Scott's, muscular chest heaving with hard breaths, red eyes locked onto the mutant's sweat-slick face.]
[There's only so much he can try and toss the other teen off him with such limited movement, legs pinned and after a few rough tussles, arm pulled and held above his head so that he only has the one hand left to try and break free. It's definitely a losing battle, but it's still one that Scott fights to the very end for, hips jerking and spine curving in an attempt to break some space and get some leverage, but to no avail.
Damn muscular bastard. How many times has he internally said that now? A lot. Scott would just say that the boot fits--
And Bakugo really has him flat and secured on the ground, his own loud breaths panting out and mixing with the other teen's as he stares up at those red eyes (even more red because of his glasses? no that's not how that works but). He looks mildly grumpy, as he doesn't like losing, and petty enough that he doesn't count at all because hell no. He's going to only admit defeat until the time has passed.
Scott's legs press up and his hand struggles in the other teen's grip, muscles bulging as he tries one last time with all his strength to break his hold, but Bakugo is stronger than him. And he has the advantage.]
[There's no half-assed attempts to free himself, no slacking off towards the end. Scott fights the entire damn time they're tussling on the ground. Bakugo's torn between keeping the teenage mutant pinned to the mat and trying not to get distracted from all the different ways Scott's bucking and writhing under him. Shit, stop thinking about how he used those same damn moves while they were on the couch together! And, uh... other times. ...fuck.
He cuts off before final count, eyes widening as Scott suddenly heaves up a last attempt. Legs surge against his knee and shin, shoulder shoving at his hand, almost lifting him clean off the ground for a scant second.]
Down. [SHOVE!! Three thuds and Bakugo's got Scott right back flush to the ground, a panting sweating mess with very exposed shoulders and arms and a hell of a flushed look on his face. As if that doesn't remind him of other moments between them. From a blizzard-swamped cabin to windows fogging in a car.]
[Scott doesn't consider himself down and out yet as Bakugo interrupts his own count, thinking that he might've cut himself an opportunity. He surges up against him with limbs and muscles strained-- until the sudden growl of the other teen reaching his ears dashes all hopes of that. His body smacks right back on the ground with a low gasp emerging from Scott, both from his exertion and just the way Bakugo snarled that single word at him and fuck.
Why did his body think that was way hotter than it should be? A part of him wants to fight back, but another part of him, that's just as strong, basically equal, wants to just let this spar go to Bakugo as he stares up at the panting teen. He's equally flushed, sweat rolling down his face, and it's probably because Bakugo still has him pinned that Scott doesn't try to surge up and kiss him, just like this.
Instead, he continues looking up at Bakugo with that exposed, sweaty face, lips parted as breathes push out of his chest. He's no longer fighting, and honestly just trying to stop his body from reacting too much. He... he still wants to talk and all that too, but gazing up at the other hero like this, Scott's mind barely registers anything else besides noting just how fucking attractive and hot he looks. How stupidly warm his chest gets when he's hanging out with him.]
[As if he'd let Scott break free when he was so close to victory! His shoulders harden as Scott shoves up against his arms, thighs flexing with one putting more pressure on his knee, the other grinding down on his shin, core tightening to try and compact himself even more. Refusing to allow the mutant an escape until he drops his friend right back down to the mat with a single snarl and shove. Everything thuds below him and once more, he's on top.
Paying way too much attention to Scott's presence beneath him. From lines of sweat dripping down his face to the tension in his neck thanks to a damn swallow to the way his chest rises and falls with bellowing breaths. Scott looks too damn good when he's hot and breathless like this. Shit, he really should focus on the spar, not on... how much he wants to just lean down and... ah hell with it.
Bakugo's the one who drops down, head tilting and lips finding Scott's own in a heated kiss. The taste of sweat instantly bites on his lips and tongue, not giving a shit whether his body's so eager to respond to his budding interest since the start. Spar's over, he won, he can move onto something else. Scott said he wanted to talk about something, but he'll have to wait unless he wants to try shoving his words between their lips. There's nothing else to "blame" this on now. It's pure and honest attraction and want.]
[A small noise scrapes free from his throat as their lips meet, similarly tasting sweat and everything else that simply makes the other teen. Fuck, he's wanted this, to the point that it's almost embarrassing. Just the feeling of heat and aggression, but also attraction mixed in, always gets the mutant to similarly reciprocate.
He knows he should at least give some sort of attempt to push away, so that he can get his words out, be sort of responsible and rational, but instead of doing any of that, his free hand moves up to grab the back of spiky blonde hair, his grip burying almost roughly into his strands. And unlike the last few grapples, there's no effort to push him away or fight, now fully intending to keep him pressed close as he deepens their kiss, tongue sliding back into that familiar mouth as that heat between them grows.
...Okay, he probably should interrupt this soon, because he definitely wants to talk before they do anything more than this. But fuck, man, why can't that part of him just shut up so that he can enjoy this?? Can't he just have horny brain right now?? Instead of stupid responsible brain???
Give him a few seconds to enjoy this more. Scott thinks it's a reasonable compromise anyway, the mutant making another rough noise from the base of his throat as he slides their tongues together. Maybe a part of him wants to at least pin his tongue down but that would be petty right--]
[Salty and wet, that's what their kiss tastes like. Amid all that pleasure and heated relief, he's kind of pissed he wants this so much. Dammit, he should've been focused on fighting, on sparring, on getting stronger! Instead, he's down here making out with Scott on the fucking mat. And can't bring himself to be angry enough to care.
There's plenty more time to spar, there's more time to get stronger, hell there's more time to do this too. Whatever, nothing says it has to go beyond that. A hand grabs the back of his head, fingers dig into his hair, Scott's rougher grip threatens to catch Bakugo's breath in his throat, and he likes it. No attempt to shove him off or pull his head away. It's all welcome and wanting. Hauling him close even if he wanted to pull back.
Mmmn, tongue. Pushing past his lips and shoving between his teeth with a low growl and groan. Fuck, that feels good. He lifts his own and tangles it with Scott's immediately, trying to wrestle his slick muscle into the juicy floor of his jaw. Maybe they should stop, but that'd be responsible, and apparently sexual heat doesn't give a shit about being responsible. He breaks the kiss for a split second, enough to suck a breath in, then dives right back to Scott's mouth.
Go ahead and try to wrestle his tongue; Bakugo's up for the challenge, already twisting his tongue around the mutant's in attempt to shove it down. Kind of like the rest of him, still pinning Scott to the mat. As if their mouths are the final attempt Scott can make to try for one last victory.]
He might've had a chance to begin the Conversation when the blonde pulled away just briefly, but it's back to sparring, except, just with their mouths this time.
Truly, any word that started to form from Scott is immediately silenced as Bakugo barrels straight down and pushes their mouths together once more. It's rough, but familiar and it's so easy to just turn his head, angling his mouth so they can slide their tongues even deeper against each other. Pressing, stroking-- to the point that a pleased and rough little groan emits from Scott as his hand clenches and unclenches in his hair. Nothing about this is really clean, but Scott never cared about that, barely paying attention how saliva escapes the corner of his mouth as he tries to pin Bakugo's own slick muscle down to his jaw.
Maybe he can cheat a little and move his hand from spiky hair to the back of his nape, stroking the sweaty skin there.]
[Why the hell does if feels so good? He knows why, but... but fuck. This heat consumes him with each twisting tangle of Scott's tongue around his own. What started as fists and knees connecting in body blows and blocks has completely consumed itself in a different battle. This one with his hands touching and his body pressing, memories of a fire-lit body writhing beneath him on the couch blooming hot and ready in his mind. If Scott came here to talk about something, it's gonna have to wait until they're no longer trying to forget the needs to breathe.
Bakugo's eyes flutter shut as a hand slides down to his nape, caressing over sweat-slick skin and scrunching up into the jagged rim of his hairline buried under a few shorter layers. It's enough to earn a shudder down his spine, mouth breaking the kiss long enough to suck in a few molten breaths against Scott's lips. His knee slips off the mutant's thigh and thuds into the mat, shin slowly gliding downward as Bakugo starts melting out of that martial pin.
...and probably intending to go into another kind.]
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Date: 3/7/25 01:14 (UTC)Taking the stairs, because fuck elevators forever, Bakuo arrives at Talon soon enough. Doors slide open and he walks into the sports-themed halls. Only takes another few minutes to round the corner and arrive at the fleet of training rooms. The more high tech ones allow for completely customizable training and battles, letting the guests exercise their powers without concern. But Scott's likely going for one with less options. Easier to set up.
Tch. Just seeing Scott brings a lot of memories to mind, threatening to burn his damn face off. Fuck. He shoves them back, trying to focus on the here and now.]
Didn't think you owned a tank top.
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Date: 3/7/25 02:39 (UTC)How do you deal with the aftermath of a date that was brought upon by cupid himself?? A date that Scott enjoyed a lot, from the hot pot, to the arcade, and to the eventual fucking in the car. It was probably one of the most memorable days he's had here and fuck. Doesn't that also mean he has to give Bakugo a really high score--
He fights down his flush, thinking about that day just a few days ago. It's just. It kind of sucks thinking that maybe he wouldn't want to do something like that again in the future. Emotions are so stupid.]
Yeah? [He tilts his head at him, and fuck he's so awkward. He doesn't want to be this awkward. Wouldn't he normally snark at him and ask if Bakugo is enjoying the gun show or something as stupid as that? Maybe. Well, Scott's definitely enjoying the way Bakugo's gym outfit shows his arms off. Thank god for his sunglasses.]
Got tired of having my arms and pits sweat in a shirt. [Yeah just saying that out loud.]
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Date: 3/7/25 03:33 (UTC)But that's... not really on his mind right now. Rather, Scott is. From the shape of his shoulder rolling with his stretch to how stupidly good he looks with bare arms to the usual clasp of black and red across his eyes. And he went on a date with this guy.
Not a forced thing he had no control, but an outing prompted with a push and one he enjoyed a lot. Enough to be thinking about it regularly the past two days. Scott's flavor preferences to the sweaty hand prints dragging down the car window... fuck.]
They're gonna sweat into your shirt anyways, Shades. [It'll just be lower. pulls one arm across his chest, stretching the muscles in his upper arm and shoulders. Basic spar, so Scott's likely gonna be bringing mats up in the training room.] Anything goes, or you wanna work on a certain style or move?
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Date: 3/7/25 16:10 (UTC)But likewise, training to be a X-Man isn't really on his mind right now, especially when Bakugo starts stretching as well, showing off a line of muscles that he's pretty familiar with now. Hard arms and shoulders that he sometimes enthusiastically grabbed while he was fucked in the car and okay, maybe he can't hide the flush this time from crossing over his cheeks. His ass instinctively clenches as well, the feeling of Bakugo's dick inside him still fresh in his mind. Dude it's going to be fucking embarrassing if he gets a hard on while training--]
Anything goes.
[He manages to say with a mostly neutral voice, with Scott rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before nodding at the already prepared mats for them to use. His heart beats with some uncertainty in his chest and he knows why, but Scott plans to talk to Bakugo more about Stuff after they go a round. Establish something they're both used to.]
First one to pin the other wins.
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Date: 3/10/25 03:18 (UTC)Speaking of distraction... Might be embarrassing if Scott gets a boner during their spar, but Bakugo's likely gonna taunt him about it rather than stop the fight and deal with it. Then again, he'll be focusing on winning, even if right now he's taking a few unnecessary eye wanders over the mutant's body. The way he moves his arms and pulls at his sides, causing his chest and shoulders to flex and shift under his skin. Hmph, yeah, knowing exactly what he looks like under those clothes makes this... distracting.]
Pin has to last for five seconds. [Otherwise the first one floors and dropped on wins, and he can't have that crap. Bakugo steps into the room and leaves his boots by the door rather than stomp around on the mats with those hard-soled monsters. Tear right through the coverings after a few hard moves. He drops his arms and lets them swing before turning to face Scott. Anything goes works with him.] When you're ready.
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Date: 3/10/25 17:54 (UTC)[He affirms, agreeing to their terms without another thought. Sounds fair enough to him and they've sparred like that before. It's part of the whole idea of making this familiar; it's just that Scott hopes that it feels that way still. Looking at Bakugo and his determined expression, maybe he really is the only one that's thinking too much about it, but he's having a hard time reading the other teen. He doesn't know for sure.
Only way to know for certain is just... ask. Later on.
But leaving his own shoes off, he braces himself on top of the mats, something more relaxed and actually calm taking a hold of him as he fully looks at his opponent, settle into training mode. This feels good at least, just leave everything else behind and only focus on Bakugo's movements. It makes him feel good and he gets practice in. Scott's glad that at least that part of his mind isn't thinking about getting dicked.]
Ready.
[And that's pretty much the only warning he gives before he steps forward, stance ready. Guard up, only switching to more active as he extends a jab out, never putting his full strength in but not really holding back either. He'd get the floor wiped from him if he didn't give it his all anyway.]
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Date: 3/11/25 02:20 (UTC)Bakugo moves back on the mat to let them center each other. Without his Quirk, he opts for a more traditional martial arts stance. He thought about sticking to one practice while growing up, but quickly abandoned the notion for more power and flexibility. Adapting and being able to change from one practice to another gives a big advantage in fights. Hard karate strikes, grappling throws, powerful limb locks, akido pressure jabs, tai chi deflections, and more. All elements he's gathered into his own experience and use.
Ready. Instantly he steps into Scott's jab, he moves his arm to let the strike glance off his forearm, pushing both his and Scott's limb to the side in a deflect while simultaneously throwing a hard right hook towards the mutant's chest.]
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Date: 3/11/25 19:04 (UTC)He's gotten better, for sure. Far better than the first time they went at each other, where he was knocked to the floor in a minute. He got back at him in return eventually and it's been a constant back and forth between them, each session never failing to pump his blood and get the mutant to feel energized. It's probably where he really started to grow fond of the other teen, more than just hearing his views as a hero back home. That was a good starting point, of course, but shifting into something physical-- then having lunches together, hanging out at the arcade. That came easy right after.
When did all that start to really matter to Scott so much? Guess when he suddenly realized that he didn't want to lose any of it. Especially not here, where it's taken him a while to be comfortable again, without his teammates around.
At least he's not distracted by these thoughts. His initial jab's blocked and deflected, Scott reacting only just in time to block the hook with his other arm. Not having enough time to fully counter, and he's already on the defensive, eyes glinting behind his sunglasses as he takes a couple of steps back, arms up and ready.]
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Date: 3/11/25 23:08 (UTC)From a leg sweep to getting thrown over Scott's shoulder, he's had his share of tumbles on the mat. Bakugo's a sore loser and winner, so each fall, pin, or defeat flared his temper, but never had him quitting until he was able to bring their "score" back to even! Even if it left him a panting, sweating mess with a smirk struggling to stay on his face. He looked forward to the days he trained with Scott, feeling a gentle warmth and nostalgia like when he was able to train with Kirishima or Midoriya back home. Something he silently grew fond of. And someone.
Enough to flare up into an encouraged, but sincere date he's thought plenty on over the past few days. Bakugo always said he wanted to go home and screw this place in particular, but Scott's now one of the handful of people the young hero struggles over the thought of losing. Frustrating.
Scott goes on full defensive and Bakugo swiftly capitalizes on it. Rather than go for a punch, he instantly switches his hands and grabs at the mutant's arms, one strong grip clamped around his wrist and the other on his forearm. Blocking him is dangerous, as he seamlessly transitions to a grapple, controlling both of Scott's arms to keep them out of the way as he steps in and rams his knee towards his chest.]
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Date: 3/12/25 15:15 (UTC)A loud and audible grunt leaves Scott when Bakugo lands his hit, knee slamming into his chest and it's only through sheer stubbornness on his end that he doesn't let himself react more than that. Fuck that hurt, bastard, that flash of his own competitiveness spiking as he looks at his opponent and twists himself so that he can counter and break out of the grapple.
At least his forearm is pulled away from a strong grip, using that momentum to try and sweep the leg his friend is still standing on.]
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Date: 3/12/25 22:08 (UTC)Bakugo snarls when Scott twists himself, having to release his arms so he doesn't get yanked into his body at close range. Even with his strength, body slamming the other in a wrestling suplex isn't his preference.
He drops his foot to the ground again, bracing himself just in time for Scott's sweep to slam into his leg. It's enough to rock him up onto the braced on and he hops to the side once, twice, to avoid getting tripped up, breaking his hold on Scott's upper body in the process.]
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Date: 3/13/25 00:15 (UTC)There's a small smirk, one that briefly twitches at the corner of his mouth despite everything, before he presses on, closing that short distance between them and now using his free arms to feint an attack on the left before swinging more with a jab on the right, aiming for Bakugo's chest as he keeps pressing on an offensive now.
Best defense is a good offense? Besides, he can only get so far through guarding and trying to counter. Not to mention there's that additional spike of blood pumping through his veins as he keeps at it with his friend, a spark of red glinting behind his glasses as well as sweat beading across his forehead. He's sure that they might actually draw a couple of interested people with how they're fighting, despite their low rank, but he doesn't need assholes gawking at them. It's why he picked this closed off room for just the two of them.]
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Date: 3/13/25 01:58 (UTC)Bakugo doesn't need other people staring at them, always opting to spar with others in the closed rooms. He likes being able to focus on his opponent and nothing else. Though this time, his focus slips into other thoughts. A flicker of red sparking behind Scott's shades, the twitch of his lips in a smirk, a lick of sweat wandering down his cheek. Fucking details he wouldn't have thought much of before, but now twitter on his peripheral. Stupid sexy bastard.
Both arms occupied? ... SURPRISE HEADBUTT!!]
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Date: 3/13/25 22:16 (UTC)Another punch. Another feint. And then--]
Ow, fuck! Asshole--
[No holding back his shouting this time, because fuck that hurt. An extremely hard head meeting his own (who has the harder head? who knows) and it's enough to get Scott to stagger in his movements, the mutant stepping back a couple steps from the teen.]
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Date: 3/13/25 23:09 (UTC)THOCK!!
-right there! Bakugo's headbutted people before. And no! It never feels "good" when he does it! Pain blooms in his head, his skin reddens behind his bangs, but there's a maniac grin spreading across his face as he blitzes through starlight blinking behind his eyes and shoves himself right into Scott's personal space. One shoulder into his chest, and a leg swiftly hooking and jerking behind the mutant's calves!
Fully intending to dump his back right onto the floor and go for the pin!]
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Date: 3/14/25 00:39 (UTC)Still calling him a bastard in his mind. Stupid attractive bastard that's currently grappling him to the mats, their bodies flushed together.
As the seconds tick down for the pin, Scott struggles against the well-muscled teen, slick muscle sliding against one another and he's still recovering enough from the blow to at least not get hard from that, but unfortunately, he can also feel victory slowly slip from his grasp as he's unable to get the right angle to dislodge Bakugo from his limbs. If he really wanted to cheat, he could probably tug his glasses off, but he didn't say powers this time and not at this close proximity. Not unless he had his visor.
So, he just pushes and tugs, trying to gain some ground, but...]
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Date: 3/14/25 01:48 (UTC)Shit, as much as he'd like to shove together and really trap Scott into the ground, Bakugo knows exactly what part of his body's thinking like that! He'll... fuck, he'll deal with that in a minute!
One hand plastered onto Scott's shoulder, his other arm's free to try and fend off those attempted blows to dislodge him. Jerks from side to side rock his body, but he counter balances with tilts and jerks, wrestling Scott onto his back again each time. Until finally he manages to grapple the other boy's hand and jails it to the mat above his head, ending up with his body kneeling and leaning over Scott's, muscular chest heaving with hard breaths, red eyes locked onto the mutant's sweat-slick face.]
One... two...
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Date: 3/14/25 20:58 (UTC)Damn muscular bastard. How many times has he internally said that now? A lot. Scott would just say that the boot fits--
And Bakugo really has him flat and secured on the ground, his own loud breaths panting out and mixing with the other teen's as he stares up at those red eyes (even more red because of his glasses? no that's not how that works but). He looks mildly grumpy, as he doesn't like losing, and petty enough that he doesn't count at all because hell no. He's going to only admit defeat until the time has passed.
Scott's legs press up and his hand struggles in the other teen's grip, muscles bulging as he tries one last time with all his strength to break his hold, but Bakugo is stronger than him. And he has the advantage.]
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Date: 3/15/25 00:25 (UTC)He cuts off before final count, eyes widening as Scott suddenly heaves up a last attempt. Legs surge against his knee and shin, shoulder shoving at his hand, almost lifting him clean off the ground for a scant second.]
Down. [SHOVE!! Three thuds and Bakugo's got Scott right back flush to the ground, a panting sweating mess with very exposed shoulders and arms and a hell of a flushed look on his face. As if that doesn't remind him of other moments between them. From a blizzard-swamped cabin to windows fogging in a car.]
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Date: 3/15/25 18:19 (UTC)Why did his body think that was way hotter than it should be? A part of him wants to fight back, but another part of him, that's just as strong, basically equal, wants to just let this spar go to Bakugo as he stares up at the panting teen. He's equally flushed, sweat rolling down his face, and it's probably because Bakugo still has him pinned that Scott doesn't try to surge up and kiss him, just like this.
Instead, he continues looking up at Bakugo with that exposed, sweaty face, lips parted as breathes push out of his chest. He's no longer fighting, and honestly just trying to stop his body from reacting too much. He... he still wants to talk and all that too, but gazing up at the other hero like this, Scott's mind barely registers anything else besides noting just how fucking attractive and hot he looks. How stupidly warm his chest gets when he's hanging out with him.]
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Date: 3/15/25 20:28 (UTC)Paying way too much attention to Scott's presence beneath him. From lines of sweat dripping down his face to the tension in his neck thanks to a damn swallow to the way his chest rises and falls with bellowing breaths. Scott looks too damn good when he's hot and breathless like this. Shit, he really should focus on the spar, not on... how much he wants to just lean down and... ah hell with it.
Bakugo's the one who drops down, head tilting and lips finding Scott's own in a heated kiss. The taste of sweat instantly bites on his lips and tongue, not giving a shit whether his body's so eager to respond to his budding interest since the start. Spar's over, he won, he can move onto something else. Scott said he wanted to talk about something, but he'll have to wait unless he wants to try shoving his words between their lips. There's nothing else to "blame" this on now. It's pure and honest attraction and want.]
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Date: 3/16/25 18:57 (UTC)He knows he should at least give some sort of attempt to push away, so that he can get his words out, be sort of responsible and rational, but instead of doing any of that, his free hand moves up to grab the back of spiky blonde hair, his grip burying almost roughly into his strands. And unlike the last few grapples, there's no effort to push him away or fight, now fully intending to keep him pressed close as he deepens their kiss, tongue sliding back into that familiar mouth as that heat between them grows.
...Okay, he probably should interrupt this soon, because he definitely wants to talk before they do anything more than this. But fuck, man, why can't that part of him just shut up so that he can enjoy this?? Can't he just have horny brain right now?? Instead of stupid responsible brain???
Give him a few seconds to enjoy this more. Scott thinks it's a reasonable compromise anyway, the mutant making another rough noise from the base of his throat as he slides their tongues together. Maybe a part of him wants to at least pin his tongue down but that would be petty right--]
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Date: 3/17/25 00:57 (UTC)There's plenty more time to spar, there's more time to get stronger, hell there's more time to do this too. Whatever, nothing says it has to go beyond that. A hand grabs the back of his head, fingers dig into his hair, Scott's rougher grip threatens to catch Bakugo's breath in his throat, and he likes it. No attempt to shove him off or pull his head away. It's all welcome and wanting. Hauling him close even if he wanted to pull back.
Mmmn, tongue. Pushing past his lips and shoving between his teeth with a low growl and groan. Fuck, that feels good. He lifts his own and tangles it with Scott's immediately, trying to wrestle his slick muscle into the juicy floor of his jaw. Maybe they should stop, but that'd be responsible, and apparently sexual heat doesn't give a shit about being responsible. He breaks the kiss for a split second, enough to suck a breath in, then dives right back to Scott's mouth.
Go ahead and try to wrestle his tongue; Bakugo's up for the challenge, already twisting his tongue around the mutant's in attempt to shove it down. Kind of like the rest of him, still pinning Scott to the mat. As if their mouths are the final attempt Scott can make to try for one last victory.]
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Date: 3/17/25 22:59 (UTC)He might've had a chance to begin the Conversation when the blonde pulled away just briefly, but it's back to sparring, except, just with their mouths this time.
Truly, any word that started to form from Scott is immediately silenced as Bakugo barrels straight down and pushes their mouths together once more. It's rough, but familiar and it's so easy to just turn his head, angling his mouth so they can slide their tongues even deeper against each other. Pressing, stroking-- to the point that a pleased and rough little groan emits from Scott as his hand clenches and unclenches in his hair. Nothing about this is really clean, but Scott never cared about that, barely paying attention how saliva escapes the corner of his mouth as he tries to pin Bakugo's own slick muscle down to his jaw.
Maybe he can cheat a little and move his hand from spiky hair to the back of his nape, stroking the sweaty skin there.]
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Date: 3/18/25 01:26 (UTC)Bakugo's eyes flutter shut as a hand slides down to his nape, caressing over sweat-slick skin and scrunching up into the jagged rim of his hairline buried under a few shorter layers. It's enough to earn a shudder down his spine, mouth breaking the kiss long enough to suck in a few molten breaths against Scott's lips. His knee slips off the mutant's thigh and thuds into the mat, shin slowly gliding downward as Bakugo starts melting out of that martial pin.
...and probably intending to go into another kind.]
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