[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.]
[As they break their kiss once more, but still so close to each other, with breaths intermixing, he knows that it's pretty much now or never. Scott nearly shuts his eyes behind his glasses, mentally hating that he wants to do this, but it's important and it will stick to his mind otherwise.
So.
His hand draws itself away from Bakugo's nape, dropping lightly on the mat as he forces himself to push those first words out.]
Bakugo, hey, wait...
[Scott's already regretting getting Bakugo to stop, so comfortably warm and eager to just continue this, but he knows that he'll just end up regretting things more if he lets all this go on without talking about things first. And shit, it feels like something a girl would do or whatever, but communication is something actually important to him. Not just as a X-Man leader, but... just in general. Especially in a place like this.]
[Somewhere in the midst of heat and want, reality slices a cold skewer through. Even before Scott makes a motion or tenses a muscle, he can tell this is going to stop. Shit, why the hell does he want to stop it now when they've already gotten this heated?! If he wanted to talk, he should've done it while they were fighting, or opened his mouth before he kissed him! ... That's his frustration and teenage hormones talking. Grumble grumble... fine.]
What. [Not gonna work well if he's still pounced atop Scott like this. With a final irked huff, Bakugo pushes backwards, knees dragging off Scott's leg and the mat, arms bouncing away with a hard flex, and down he plops on his butt, sitting to the mutant's side with his hands resting behind him and his knees loosely crossed legged.
Yeah, Scott wanted to talk about something; that's why he asked to meet. Probably should've had the talk instead of crossing fists, but someone needed to work up to it. Bakugo knows the feeling himself... He's the one who dragged Midoriya out to fight him. And to talk. It was the only way he'd been able to vent everything built up inside.]
[As Bakugo fully shuffles off him, Scott starts pulling himself up, abs flexing underneath that tank top until he's fully sitting upright and next to his friend. Yeah, this kind of sucks, just sitting like this, and he only has himself to blame. But as the heat dissipates, it's easier to let himself focus, hands settled loosely in his lap as he looks at his friend with a no bullshit expression.
Now or never, right?
It's maybe one of the more serious faces he's made since they've started hanging out. Well, considering the topic he wants to get into, it probably makes sense. He asked Bakugo out for a spar because that was easy and he wanted to see if anything felt weird, but it didn't. And he's glad.
He breathes in, slowly.]
I just. [...This is actually harder than he thought it'd be. He's never really had this sort of conversation before.] ...Wanted to talk and shit.
[It's hot. Not only from the sparring. Sweat drips off his chin and leaks down his back, chest rising and falling with heavier breaths. Scott's moving and that soaked tanktop sticks to his abs in all the right places for a few wet patches. Damn, not helping his issues at all. Naked skin, flushed collarbones, a damn shirt might as well wipe off Scott's body in his mind like one of those stupid sexy flash games. So quickly comes memories of Scott's appearance under his clothes.
Is this gonna be a round of blueballs? Or is Scott really holding onto a topic far more important?
A serious expression flickers across the mutant's face and Bakugo narrows his eyes, arousal taking a frosty breeze despite himself. He's never had difficult switching his focus when he's invested or it's needed.
I just-
And he stops. Ugh, come on. If he wasn't ready, they should've finished the wrestling match... turned... uh... sexy grinding making out. Bakugo presses his lips together, brows furrow, a brie-]
I don't know! [Oops, there comes the automatic, almost defensive response from Scott, something in him rising because he already feels embarrassed and shitty and also a little pouty for blueballing himself. It really was nice just kissing Bakugo, feeling his muscles pressed against him and everything, but nope, they're just sitting here side by side in the world's most awkward conversation ever.
Really, he can't think of a time when he's felt like this! But Scott sucks in a breath, trying again to calm his feelings, before continuing on.]
Ugh, it just felt right, okay? [Familiar. Testing the waters. Other things.] Felt stupid going 'hey, let's meet up to talk somewhere' and I didn't want to have this conversation over a stupid watch.
[*blink blink* So it's like that. Bakugo wants to say he's surprised or disappointed, but either's a lie. His shoulders sink as he leans back on his hands, lips and jaw quirking slightly. That's what he thought. Tch, they could've kept making out and doing more instead of doing this. The hell's he supposed to do with this?! Scott's got nothing and if he turns his head and drags him into another kiss, they're not gonna say anything else.
Dammit, does he really have to drag it out of him?] Coulda said that earlier...
[No he couldn't have! Bakugo's mutter wanders through a wry smirk. At least he's not pissed about it. Badgering Scott into spitting something out's not gonna help either. Let him say it in his own time.]
I'm still waiting for the conversation topic. [Look, Scott's not wrong. He would've griped about "going somewhere" to talk when they could've talked about it through the watch. And if he was gonna go somewhere to talk, someplace active like this is a good choice.]
Is this about the date? Or did you just wanna see me? [Fine. He'll go fishing.]
The way that Bakugo just effortlessly brings it up is both a little annoying and relieving at the same time. Like, there it is, out in the fucking open, after Scott has been thinking about it constantly since that night. Starting off as a simple meal at the hot pot restaurant, playing at the arcade, but then ending in a tangle of limbs and heat in someone's luxury car. Yeah, it's been impossible not to think about.
Anxious, but also wanting to hear Bakugo's feelings and thoughts about it now that he no longer is under the influence of the arrow.]
Yeah. [He starts, then stops, and jesus fuck Summers, just say the shit you want to say. Why are you acting like this? Get this out now and it will be all done and over with and he can finally start thinking about other things. Yeah, he's definitely so stuck on this he doesn't even bother snarking back at Bakugo for his final comment.] Yeah, it's about the date.
[One second pause, where Bakugo thankfully doesn't have to wait too long.] I really liked it. I liked going out with you. It... yeah.
[There's definitely some embarrassment now, maybe a twinge of fear of getting rejected and he really feels like he's back in high school again. Scott doesn't exactly look away, but he's staring straight forward, as if the wall would be his saving grace here. His hand also begins to pick at the wrappings around his hand, just to do something with them.]
[There aren't many topics Scott could want to talk about that'd be rendering him so flustered and evasive about it. Sex or romance. Since Bakugo's pretty damn sure he doesn't have some hidden criminal background waiting to spring at him later on. Even if their date was encouraged, he wasn't forced into taking Scott out. Sitting by himself later, realizing he'd wanted to go out with him, but was too stubborn to say anything in this place.
The date lingered in Bakugo's mind much longer than sex in the car. Sex happens a lot in the resort. But taking someone out? Going on an actual date?! Dates mean things! He's not gonna ask someone out for no fucking reason! Even if there isn't any official label slapped on it, asking Scott to go out with him... well... it meant this was more than some simple alliance and fucking around. ]
What about it? [Doesn't even need to waste their time and air with a stupid question of whether Scott liked it. Of course he did! He tells him so a second later and Bakugo chuffs softly in amusement before tilting his head back and stretching his neck.] Then lets do it again. We've got plenty of time here.
[Scott should know by now Bakugo won't do something he doesn't want to. Even suggesting a second one means he's interested enough to keep coming back.]
Just like that, said so casually. Almost easily from Bakugo. And the part of him that wants to just fall flat on his back and stare at the ceiling because of how easy and confidently he said all that is overwhelmed by the part of him that's latched on the actual words he just said. Let's do it again. He really wants to. Nothing's pushing him at all this time.
Scott isn't sure whether to laugh or smile or just stare at him with the dumbest face still.]
Really? [He's at least stopped staring at the wall and is now looking at Bakugo with not uncertainty, but just surprise.]
Like I know that you enjoyed it too, but. The arrow and everything. [Okay, time to get this out too, there's a large intake of breath, like Scott's actually trying to get himself to talk like his normal self.] It may not have forced you to go on that date, but I just hated the thought of taking advantage of the situation still.
[Cause Bakugo is his friend. Probably a little more than that?? He knows that he's important to him.]
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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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Date: 3/19/25 01:32 (UTC)So.
His hand draws itself away from Bakugo's nape, dropping lightly on the mat as he forces himself to push those first words out.]
Bakugo, hey, wait...
[Scott's already regretting getting Bakugo to stop, so comfortably warm and eager to just continue this, but he knows that he'll just end up regretting things more if he lets all this go on without talking about things first. And shit, it feels like something a girl would do or whatever, but communication is something actually important to him. Not just as a X-Man leader, but... just in general. Especially in a place like this.]
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Date: 3/19/25 02:35 (UTC)What. [Not gonna work well if he's still pounced atop Scott like this. With a final irked huff, Bakugo pushes backwards, knees dragging off Scott's leg and the mat, arms bouncing away with a hard flex, and down he plops on his butt, sitting to the mutant's side with his hands resting behind him and his knees loosely crossed legged.
Yeah, Scott wanted to talk about something; that's why he asked to meet. Probably should've had the talk instead of crossing fists, but someone needed to work up to it. Bakugo knows the feeling himself... He's the one who dragged Midoriya out to fight him. And to talk. It was the only way he'd been able to vent everything built up inside.]
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Date: 3/19/25 23:29 (UTC)Now or never, right?
It's maybe one of the more serious faces he's made since they've started hanging out. Well, considering the topic he wants to get into, it probably makes sense. He asked Bakugo out for a spar because that was easy and he wanted to see if anything felt weird, but it didn't. And he's glad.
He breathes in, slowly.]
I just. [...This is actually harder than he thought it'd be. He's never really had this sort of conversation before.] ...Wanted to talk and shit.
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Date: 3/20/25 00:47 (UTC)Is this gonna be a round of blueballs? Or is Scott really holding onto a topic far more important?
A serious expression flickers across the mutant's face and Bakugo narrows his eyes, arousal taking a frosty breeze despite himself. He's never had difficult switching his focus when he's invested or it's needed.
I just-
And he stops. Ugh, come on. If he wasn't ready, they should've finished the wrestling match... turned... uh... sexy grinding making out. Bakugo presses his lips together, brows furrow, a brie-]
HAA?! Then why'd you call me out here to fight?!
[-or do that.]
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Date: 3/20/25 20:04 (UTC)Really, he can't think of a time when he's felt like this! But Scott sucks in a breath, trying again to calm his feelings, before continuing on.]
Ugh, it just felt right, okay? [Familiar. Testing the waters. Other things.] Felt stupid going 'hey, let's meet up to talk somewhere' and I didn't want to have this conversation over a stupid watch.
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Date: 3/21/25 01:38 (UTC)Dammit, does he really have to drag it out of him?] Coulda said that earlier...
[No he couldn't have! Bakugo's mutter wanders through a wry smirk. At least he's not pissed about it. Badgering Scott into spitting something out's not gonna help either. Let him say it in his own time.]
I'm still waiting for the conversation topic. [Look, Scott's not wrong. He would've griped about "going somewhere" to talk when they could've talked about it through the watch. And if he was gonna go somewhere to talk, someplace active like this is a good choice.]
Is this about the date? Or did you just wanna see me? [Fine. He'll go fishing.]
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Date: 3/21/25 19:39 (UTC)The way that Bakugo just effortlessly brings it up is both a little annoying and relieving at the same time. Like, there it is, out in the fucking open, after Scott has been thinking about it constantly since that night. Starting off as a simple meal at the hot pot restaurant, playing at the arcade, but then ending in a tangle of limbs and heat in someone's luxury car. Yeah, it's been impossible not to think about.
Anxious, but also wanting to hear Bakugo's feelings and thoughts about it now that he no longer is under the influence of the arrow.]
Yeah. [He starts, then stops, and jesus fuck Summers, just say the shit you want to say. Why are you acting like this? Get this out now and it will be all done and over with and he can finally start thinking about other things. Yeah, he's definitely so stuck on this he doesn't even bother snarking back at Bakugo for his final comment.] Yeah, it's about the date.
[One second pause, where Bakugo thankfully doesn't have to wait too long.] I really liked it. I liked going out with you. It... yeah.
[There's definitely some embarrassment now, maybe a twinge of fear of getting rejected and he really feels like he's back in high school again. Scott doesn't exactly look away, but he's staring straight forward, as if the wall would be his saving grace here. His hand also begins to pick at the wrappings around his hand, just to do something with them.]
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Date: 3/22/25 00:29 (UTC)The date lingered in Bakugo's mind much longer than sex in the car. Sex happens a lot in the resort. But taking someone out? Going on an actual date?! Dates mean things! He's not gonna ask someone out for no fucking reason! Even if there isn't any official label slapped on it, asking Scott to go out with him... well... it meant this was more than some simple alliance and fucking around. ]
What about it? [Doesn't even need to waste their time and air with a stupid question of whether Scott liked it. Of course he did! He tells him so a second later and Bakugo chuffs softly in amusement before tilting his head back and stretching his neck.] Then lets do it again. We've got plenty of time here.
[Scott should know by now Bakugo won't do something he doesn't want to. Even suggesting a second one means he's interested enough to keep coming back.]
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Date: 3/22/25 19:40 (UTC)Just like that, said so casually. Almost easily from Bakugo. And the part of him that wants to just fall flat on his back and stare at the ceiling because of how easy and confidently he said all that is overwhelmed by the part of him that's latched on the actual words he just said. Let's do it again. He really wants to. Nothing's pushing him at all this time.
Scott isn't sure whether to laugh or smile or just stare at him with the dumbest face still.]
Really? [He's at least stopped staring at the wall and is now looking at Bakugo with not uncertainty, but just surprise.]
Like I know that you enjoyed it too, but. The arrow and everything. [Okay, time to get this out too, there's a large intake of breath, like Scott's actually trying to get himself to talk like his normal self.] It may not have forced you to go on that date, but I just hated the thought of taking advantage of the situation still.
[Cause Bakugo is his friend. Probably a little more than that?? He knows that he's important to him.]
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