[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.]
[As flustered as he can get over things like romance, emotions, and other soft sap, once Bakugo's committed to a course, he rarely ever lets regret or second guesses happen. Agreeing to go on a date with Scott, and not hating it, makes going on another one a no brain decision.
What squirms around him inside is how he feels about it. Going out on dates, well... they're supposed to mean something. Bakugo likes being around Scott, whether they're training or going out to eat or handling the stupid hotel shenanigans, but the idea of... dating someone in the normal form of dating, in a fucking sex resort, where they're kidnapped, feels really strange.]
This place has never been able to make me do something I'm completely against doing. [His tone drops to a growl, irked at admitting he's not... 100% against going along with the resort's whims. But he never wants anyone to think he's being forced against his will, or that he's doing the same to someone else. Scott mentioning taking advantage of him isn't a surprise. Probably the core of what's bothering him.]
Tch. It's... not like I hadn't thought about it before. [Honestly the arrow was little more than a punt in the ass. Water thrown on a hard wall to soften it up a bit.]
[For all the faults this shitty casino has, which is a lot, Scott hasn't yet experienced an effect that made him do something that he haven't thought about before. Or wanted on some level. It was always a push, though how strong that push was varied each time. So, he fully believes Bakugo about how this place never made him do something he was completely against. It's a relief to hear, even though he knew that to be true on some level.
It just makes a big difference having it said out loud from the person himself. And maybe hearing 'I'm not completely against dating you' wouldn't normally be encouraging, except for the fact that Bakugo wants to go on another date.
So, he lets out a shaky little sigh, one that's full of stress leaving his body. He can feel his hands uncurl in his lap, but there's still more. That's not the only thing he's been thinking about. Yeah, he already mentioned that he enjoyed the date a lot and...]
Yeah, you thought about me like that? [It's tempting to almost tease Bakugo, but seeing that Scott was the one that made them come out here and spar first before even getting to this point, he decides against it. Instead, there's a flicker of a smile, something warm appearing in his expression because dammit.]
[He can take some comfort in that. Despite his spade suit encouraging him to indulge in his base instincts and utilize his powers for his own selfish reasons, for all accounts trying to push Bakugo to villainy, he's yet to experience any event which actually tries twisting him into something that bad. Similarly, the stupid place hasn't forced him into something he wouldn't have ultimately grumbled and did once he had a good enough reason.
Guess Scott needed to hear that. He wonders for a moment how long the guy spent wrestling with his doubt and potential guilt. If he thought he'd taken advantage of Bakugo in an influenced state. One of his biggest worries here is exactly that. Doing something with someone under the influence. A big reason Bakugo doesn't drink anything from the bars around here and usually cooks his own food unless someone else vouches for a certain place...]
Ngh-! [Seriously, Scott?! Does he have to ask that question? Bakugo all but told him so a second ago! Heat flushes across his face and he jerks his head to the side with an embarrass growl. Dammit! Too late on the not teasing part; Bakugo's pretty shit when it comes to attraction, flirts, and other things. Only gets even hotter when Scott mentions he felt the same way. Ugh, this bastard...]
Good. If you went on that date out of pity, I'd have to bury you.
[A warm laugh escapes Scott at the threat, because it feels so easy to do that now with all that prior stress and guilt finally rolling off his shoulders. Really, it feels like a giant weight has been taken off his chest and-- he's not giddy, fuck off, but he certainly feels good now. Happy? All those stupid fuzzy emotions that Scott doesn't know how to examine right now, but they're certainly better than how he was feeling the past couple of days. Out of one mess and into another, but he'll deal with that later.
Like, so much later. Probably.
Instead, he just leans against Bakugo, sorry, this is how it goes now, bare arms pressed against one another as that smile keeps on him. Yeah, he's just going to enjoy this for the time being. Not that he's against the thought of continuing what they were doing before, but mm. Whatever. He definitely wouldn't be opposed, but he's cool like this.]
Heh, the only burying you did that day was when you shoved your dick in me. [...He's kind of embarrassed to say that out loud, but he wants to tease the other now.]
[Keep laughing and see how quick you end up in a grave under the floor, dammit! Bakugo scowls in his seat and finds something a lot more interesting across the room, fingers gripping at the mat beneath him enough to make his knuckles white. Scott's gonna embarrass the fuck out of him right now. Yes, he's glad the mutant got to shed his guilt and burden. Shouldn't have had it loaded onto his damn shoulders in the first place; he blames the hotel for it. Does he blame it for the warmth in his chest? ... NO HE BLAMES SCOTT FOR THAT, JEEZE!!
Bakugo clicks his tongue, wishing they'd stuck to making out and rolling around on the ground. Annoyance aside, he understands this was needed. Both to ease Scott's conscience and to open up a gate for going forward. An arm presses against his own and he slightly bows and elbow to bump it back on purpose. Jerk. Luckily, or unluckily, the previous sexy flame has traded for a warmer glow.]
Che! [Okay, he's not sure if that's a laugh of amusement or surprise. Or arousal. Maybe all three.] I had my tongue in your mouth a few times. [Buried? Not like his dick.]
[An eyebrow arch, combined with that familiar taunt. That challenging tone. Like he's implying that because he had his tongue inside Bakugo's mouth more, he technically 'topped' him more in the end. Dumbest rules ever, but Scott's sticking to it as he leans back on his hands. What? After the past couple of days, he wants to just finally relax and stretch like this.
And he's comfortable with this easy banter. Now even more lighthearted with the promise of a date on the horizon. Oh, speaking of that...] Yeah, let's go. On another date then.
[Scott don't act like this was your idea all along.]
[Being quiet was such an important part of screwing around in a car in the garage. Bakugo sends Scott a smug look before leaning back on his hands again, shoulders rolling forward a little to stretch his muscles. If the mutant was implying his tongue in Bakugo's mouth meant he "topped" it goes right over the blonde's head. That's how truthful his implication was. HA HA HA!! Bickering with Scott isn't gonna get old any time soon.
Bakugo's patience, on the other hand... wears out sooner.
Movies, gyms, nature walks, shopping, fucking thoughts wandering through his head suggesting where their next date could take them. A lot of places exist in the GP, but do you really wanna take your date to a lot of them? Who wants to go to a strip club or an anonymous sex site on a date? Fuck.]
[It takes Scott a few seconds to get what Bakugo is implying, but combined with that smug look--]
What-- I'm not loud!
[If he wasn't so relaxed right now, he would've socked him in the shoulder. That requires too much effort though, so he just sticks with his usual scoffing in a great (and unsuccessful) attempt to hide the rising blush on his cheeks. Shit, is he actually loud during sex? He never thought about it before. But look. LOOK. Getting dicked in a car really felt fucking amazing.
No need to say that out loud though. Embarrassing.]
Just reaffirming! Geez, you know, because I think it's a good idea. [Of course, it wouldn't be spending time with Bakugo if he wasn't exasperated too in some way. It's fine, he chose to want this.]
You can be! [Once he fucks Scott past his embarrassment and pride! (He should know.) Rising flush? Scott's cheeks hot? Yep, totally earns a scoff from Bakugo, sitting there all smug cause he's right and the mutant knows it.] It's pretty hot when you stop caring about it.
[Reaching a point where Scott's not longer covering his mouth with his hand or biting the pillow or trying to keep his damn mouth shut and noises muffled. Yeah, they've only done it a few times, but Bakugo's already found out he likes it when Scott gives up and lets him hear how good it feels.]
Tch. Then say that. [Tell him it's a good idea rather than pretending it's your own damn idea! Bakugo lets his hands slide out behind him and drops onto his back upon the mat, eyes closing as his arms splay out over his head.]
[Nice, Scott, you sure got him there. As if on cue, his cheeks are painting red, heat rising to them as he fully fails to fight off his reaction. He uncomfortably shifts on the mat, legs spreading out, but he tries to fight off other urges because it feels like the time for that has passed for now. Maybe. Scott also can't help but think about the fact that Bakugo apparently thinks it's hot when he's loud and shit. Does that turn him on? hearing him cry out without his hand blocking his mouth?
Yeah, asshole like him would like that. Huff. Probably enjoys making someone as loud as him for once.
But taking a small look at the teen that's now lying on the ground, whatever irritation he felt starts disappearing. Yeah. He really does like being around him.]
No I'm not! I'm quiet and calm almost all the time!
[So he says all the time. Bakugo at least gets some revenge when Scott flushes as hard as he does and moves on his butt. He can't for the life of him not glance towards the mutant's legs lazily sliding apart. way too many memories rush to his mind regarding those legs opened like that. From the way they wrapped around his waist to being thrown towards the ceiling to hooking over his shoulders or tangling with his own thanks to a hot grind all over a certain winter-locked cabin.
At least he doesn't muffle Scott too much with his hand; he'd rather do it with his mouth or his dick or feel him yelling into the meat of his neck or shoulder.
Bakugo sighs and stretches his limbs out above and below his body, pulling muscles along their lengths until they tighten and burn in that good way. At least he's not terribly put out from being blueballed now?]
[He decides to not deign Bakugo a response to that particular shout. He feels like it's more effect if he didn't. It will also give him more time to fight down his own blush, before he decides to just lie back on the mat next to him, back resting fully on the ground as a small sigh leaves him. It's one that's full of relief, something calm taking hold of Scott as he snorts next to him.
Also, definitely watching him as he stretches, admiring as those muscles pull, his tank top riding just a little higher so he can look at that small patched of revealed skin. Granted, there's still his arms to admire, but he's not going to stop himself from looking at him more when he can. Yeah he's fucking hot, Bakugo knows it, he knows it. Scott enjoys it.]
Got a few. [Scott manages to say, eyes temporarily closing behind his shades. The red flickers from behind his shades, the teen fully relaxing as his mouth turns upward.] But I'm keeping them as a secret.
[No one was dating in his dorm while he attended U.A., and he never had the patience when his friends in middle school chattered about crushes and potential dating. Any knowledge he knows about dating comes from normal gleaning, either parental or media. Far too busy focusing on training, school, heroes, and his own future to think about someone else being involved with it.
So what the hell does he do with this conversation?
Promising to go on another date with Scott feels so stupidly natural, it's alarming. He can't treat it like some damn outing with one of his classmates, even if that's the leaning it tilts towards. His arms slacken and flop boneless on the mat overhead, hands still linked by a few fingers in a lazy hold. Guess he'll find out when they go on the next one.]
A few? You've already been thinking, huh. [Taunting him despite the heat on his own face. Damn, what a vulnerable effort to get a few pokes in. He can't help a small sound from his lips when Scott throws his "secrecy" from their first date back in his face. Brat.] You better make it worth the wait.
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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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Date: 3/23/25 18:21 (UTC)What squirms around him inside is how he feels about it. Going out on dates, well... they're supposed to mean something. Bakugo likes being around Scott, whether they're training or going out to eat or handling the stupid hotel shenanigans, but the idea of... dating someone in the normal form of dating, in a fucking sex resort, where they're kidnapped, feels really strange.]
This place has never been able to make me do something I'm completely against doing. [His tone drops to a growl, irked at admitting he's not... 100% against going along with the resort's whims. But he never wants anyone to think he's being forced against his will, or that he's doing the same to someone else. Scott mentioning taking advantage of him isn't a surprise. Probably the core of what's bothering him.]
Tch. It's... not like I hadn't thought about it before. [Honestly the arrow was little more than a punt in the ass. Water thrown on a hard wall to soften it up a bit.]
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Date: 3/24/25 20:07 (UTC)[For all the faults this shitty casino has, which is a lot, Scott hasn't yet experienced an effect that made him do something that he haven't thought about before. Or wanted on some level. It was always a push, though how strong that push was varied each time. So, he fully believes Bakugo about how this place never made him do something he was completely against. It's a relief to hear, even though he knew that to be true on some level.
It just makes a big difference having it said out loud from the person himself. And maybe hearing 'I'm not completely against dating you' wouldn't normally be encouraging, except for the fact that Bakugo wants to go on another date.
So, he lets out a shaky little sigh, one that's full of stress leaving his body. He can feel his hands uncurl in his lap, but there's still more. That's not the only thing he's been thinking about. Yeah, he already mentioned that he enjoyed the date a lot and...]
Yeah, you thought about me like that? [It's tempting to almost tease Bakugo, but seeing that Scott was the one that made them come out here and spar first before even getting to this point, he decides against it. Instead, there's a flicker of a smile, something warm appearing in his expression because dammit.]
Well good, because same here.
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Date: 3/25/25 02:02 (UTC)Guess Scott needed to hear that. He wonders for a moment how long the guy spent wrestling with his doubt and potential guilt. If he thought he'd taken advantage of Bakugo in an influenced state. One of his biggest worries here is exactly that. Doing something with someone under the influence. A big reason Bakugo doesn't drink anything from the bars around here and usually cooks his own food unless someone else vouches for a certain place...]
Ngh-! [Seriously, Scott?! Does he have to ask that question? Bakugo all but told him so a second ago! Heat flushes across his face and he jerks his head to the side with an embarrass growl. Dammit! Too late on the not teasing part; Bakugo's pretty shit when it comes to attraction, flirts, and other things. Only gets even hotter when Scott mentions he felt the same way. Ugh, this bastard...]
Good. If you went on that date out of pity, I'd have to bury you.
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Date: 3/25/25 20:10 (UTC)Like, so much later. Probably.
Instead, he just leans against Bakugo, sorry, this is how it goes now, bare arms pressed against one another as that smile keeps on him. Yeah, he's just going to enjoy this for the time being. Not that he's against the thought of continuing what they were doing before, but mm. Whatever. He definitely wouldn't be opposed, but he's cool like this.]
Heh, the only burying you did that day was when you shoved your dick in me. [...He's kind of embarrassed to say that out loud, but he wants to tease the other now.]
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Date: 3/26/25 03:16 (UTC)Bakugo clicks his tongue, wishing they'd stuck to making out and rolling around on the ground. Annoyance aside, he understands this was needed. Both to ease Scott's conscience and to open up a gate for going forward. An arm presses against his own and he slightly bows and elbow to bump it back on purpose. Jerk. Luckily, or unluckily, the previous sexy flame has traded for a warmer glow.]
Che! [Okay, he's not sure if that's a laugh of amusement or surprise. Or arousal. Maybe all three.] I had my tongue in your mouth a few times. [Buried? Not like his dick.]
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Date: 3/27/25 01:38 (UTC)[An eyebrow arch, combined with that familiar taunt. That challenging tone. Like he's implying that because he had his tongue inside Bakugo's mouth more, he technically 'topped' him more in the end. Dumbest rules ever, but Scott's sticking to it as he leans back on his hands. What? After the past couple of days, he wants to just finally relax and stretch like this.
And he's comfortable with this easy banter. Now even more lighthearted with the promise of a date on the horizon. Oh, speaking of that...] Yeah, let's go. On another date then.
[Scott don't act like this was your idea all along.]
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Date: 3/27/25 23:41 (UTC)[Being quiet was such an important part of screwing around in a car in the garage. Bakugo sends Scott a smug look before leaning back on his hands again, shoulders rolling forward a little to stretch his muscles. If the mutant was implying his tongue in Bakugo's mouth meant he "topped" it goes right over the blonde's head. That's how truthful his implication was. HA HA HA!! Bickering with Scott isn't gonna get old any time soon.
Bakugo's patience, on the other hand... wears out sooner.
Movies, gyms, nature walks, shopping, fucking thoughts wandering through his head suggesting where their next date could take them. A lot of places exist in the GP, but do you really wanna take your date to a lot of them? Who wants to go to a strip club or an anonymous sex site on a date? Fuck.]
I just said we were!
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Date: 3/28/25 02:30 (UTC)What-- I'm not loud!
[If he wasn't so relaxed right now, he would've socked him in the shoulder. That requires too much effort though, so he just sticks with his usual scoffing in a great (and unsuccessful) attempt to hide the rising blush on his cheeks. Shit, is he actually loud during sex? He never thought about it before. But look. LOOK. Getting dicked in a car really felt fucking amazing.
No need to say that out loud though. Embarrassing.]
Just reaffirming! Geez, you know, because I think it's a good idea. [Of course, it wouldn't be spending time with Bakugo if he wasn't exasperated too in some way. It's fine, he chose to want this.]
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Date: 3/28/25 03:05 (UTC)[Reaching a point where Scott's not longer covering his mouth with his hand or biting the pillow or trying to keep his damn mouth shut and noises muffled. Yeah, they've only done it a few times, but Bakugo's already found out he likes it when Scott gives up and lets him hear how good it feels.]
Tch. Then say that. [Tell him it's a good idea rather than pretending it's your own damn idea! Bakugo lets his hands slide out behind him and drops onto his back upon the mat, eyes closing as his arms splay out over his head.]
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Date: 3/29/25 16:21 (UTC)[Nice, Scott, you sure got him there. As if on cue, his cheeks are painting red, heat rising to them as he fully fails to fight off his reaction. He uncomfortably shifts on the mat, legs spreading out, but he tries to fight off other urges because it feels like the time for that has passed for now. Maybe. Scott also can't help but think about the fact that Bakugo apparently thinks it's hot when he's loud and shit. Does that turn him on? hearing him cry out without his hand blocking his mouth?
Yeah, asshole like him would like that. Huff. Probably enjoys making someone as loud as him for once.
But taking a small look at the teen that's now lying on the ground, whatever irritation he felt starts disappearing. Yeah. He really does like being around him.]
In that case, I'll decide on the date next time.
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Date: 3/29/25 23:27 (UTC)[So he says all the time. Bakugo at least gets some revenge when Scott flushes as hard as he does and moves on his butt. He can't for the life of him not glance towards the mutant's legs lazily sliding apart. way too many memories rush to his mind regarding those legs opened like that. From the way they wrapped around his waist to being thrown towards the ceiling to hooking over his shoulders or tangling with his own thanks to a hot grind all over a certain winter-locked cabin.
At least he doesn't muffle Scott too much with his hand; he'd rather do it with his mouth or his dick or feel him yelling into the meat of his neck or shoulder.
Bakugo sighs and stretches his limbs out above and below his body, pulling muscles along their lengths until they tighten and burn in that good way. At least he's not terribly put out from being blueballed now?]
Oh yeah? Got any ideas or gonna keep it a secret?
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Date: 3/30/25 22:56 (UTC)Also, definitely watching him as he stretches, admiring as those muscles pull, his tank top riding just a little higher so he can look at that small patched of revealed skin. Granted, there's still his arms to admire, but he's not going to stop himself from looking at him more when he can. Yeah he's fucking hot, Bakugo knows it, he knows it. Scott enjoys it.]
Got a few. [Scott manages to say, eyes temporarily closing behind his shades. The red flickers from behind his shades, the teen fully relaxing as his mouth turns upward.] But I'm keeping them as a secret.
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Date: 3/31/25 01:03 (UTC)So what the hell does he do with this conversation?
Promising to go on another date with Scott feels so stupidly natural, it's alarming. He can't treat it like some damn outing with one of his classmates, even if that's the leaning it tilts towards. His arms slacken and flop boneless on the mat overhead, hands still linked by a few fingers in a lazy hold. Guess he'll find out when they go on the next one.]
A few? You've already been thinking, huh. [Taunting him despite the heat on his own face. Damn, what a vulnerable effort to get a few pokes in. He can't help a small sound from his lips when Scott throws his "secrecy" from their first date back in his face. Brat.] You better make it worth the wait.
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