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[Summers are fine. Bakugou craves warm springs and hotter summers. He's a sweaty boy, and he loves to sweat because it means he has more nitroglycerin for his explosions.

Winters, on the other hand, suck. Even with the redesigned winter uniform, they still suck.] Yeah, show me how much more this city is shit. [He's only being disagreeable for the sake of being disagreeable.

When he starts seeing evidence of All Might's legacy peppering the place beneath the loud billboards of other heroes, he'll come around.]

Where were you planning on going exactly? The woman in the ocean? Uh-- [Hang on, let him butcher it with his accent:] Statue of Liberty?

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Everywhere?

[ It's meant as an answer even if it really isn't one. There are so many places that he's wanted to go but just hasn't for one reason or another. Having Bakugou in town means that he has the perfect chance to go see all those places with plenty of justification. There's an additional part of him that loves this - loves hearing the way he says Statue of Liberty], loves that he's making an attempt even if he is dragging everything that exists. ]

That's one of them. There's the Empire State building too, I promised Kirishima I would get him one of the figures of the gorilla on the building and send it back.

[ He can, of course, go get that from any shop around town but it's not the same if he doesn't get it from the place that it's supposed to be from. ]

Did you want to stay in tonight and just watch something on the couch or go out?

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Hong Kong. [Wait. That's not right. It's what he gets for trying to listen and speak English so much after just getting here.] King Kong. [Nevermind, don't look at him. He quickly tries to pretend like he's putting all of his shit in the bag together so he can throw it in the trash, too.

Shut up. He can make mistakes.] That dumbass knucklehead would want some kind of stupid souvenir like that. [Kirishima didn't tell him to get anything... Wow... So much for being bros. Maybe Kirishima will tell him later or something.

Maybe he was too busy crying over his best friend leaving for six months. You know.] I dunno.

Maybe if it's somewhere close.

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Yeah, him! And don't be mean, Kirishima thinks he's manly since he climbed the building.

[ Listen, he couldn't even think of the name here so Bakugou is already doing a thousand times better than he is at this point. Midoriya gives his hands one final wash after tidying up and then shamelessly boxes Bakugou in against the counter, hands pressed on it either side of him, looking up at him with a slow, warm smile. ]

Hey. Thank you for coming.

[ It's a low rumble more than a word as Midoriya waits for Bakugou to meet his eyes and then leans in for a kiss, sliding their lips together gently at first and then he presses the line of his body up against Bakugou's own, gentle, easy kisses until they're not, until Midoriya is catching Bakugou's lower lip between his teeth and nipping playfully, deepening it with a soft sigh that's swallowed up between them. ]

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Tch. What's so manly about a fucking... [Oh. Midoriya is coming right in. He's trapped by two large arms and a man practically matching him in weight.] ...gorilla... climbing... [Yeah, he should probably surrender.] ...a building...

I don't want your thanks, damn nerd. I said I didn't... [Midoriya eats the words off his lips, and he doesn't try to finish his usual deflection regarding why he does what he does. He didn't come for Midoriya. Sure.

Even telling their friends that before he left was met with a quick, knowing exchange of glances. The only stupid one here is Bakugou.

The slower kisses are irritating, but fine. He's full a satisfied, and it feels nice to be able to fist his fingers into the front of Midoriya's clothes like he can pretend he's the one in control. It's not so much an intimidation as a lifeline, holding him up from drowning when the kisses get deeper and they're left tasting like each other and faintly like stupid, cheesy steaks and soda.

The spark between them is a surprise, a lick of green and electric energy, and he pulls back for a second, unsure. A slap between the middle of them, like someone shoving fingers through their chests. It doesn't hurt at all. In fact, it feels quite good, not unlike the currents tickling his face when Midoriya's leg missed him by centimeters when they fought in the street as teenagers.

Now he's hungry. Now his fingers abandon the wrinkles he put in the clothes and instead tangle into Midoriya's green hair to yank them together. He kisses like his life depends on it, like he hasn't seen Midoriya in several months which isn't at all a lie.]

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[ He has a gift list a mile long for everyone, little things for some people and then specific ones for others. Aizawa had leveled a look at him and told him not to get anything, which means he's absolutely gotta find something for him. His mother keeps sending cute packages of food to him, too, things he misses while he's gone and he's done the same with the weird things he finds in America, sending them to the others. Later, he'll worry about gifts, though.

Right now, the real gift is he doesn't have to rely on phone calls or texts, and while sexting or phone sex was kind of fun it's not the same. This is what he was missing. Not just the kissing or the way his stomach went tight with heat and want when Bakugou pressed against him, but the intimacy of it. The smell of Bakugou's shampoo, the scent of burnt sugar that seemed to seep into his clothes, the hard-muscled lines against him. Bakugou could shove him back and could take him down, sure, and that's its own thrill but he doesn't want to. The hands fisted in his shirt holding him in place are proof enough of that.

It's the spark of electricity from his, no their quirk that he doesn't expect. Midoriya makes a shocked noise and stares back in turn when they feel it, eyes wide, green swallowed up by his pupils but then they're kissing again, fiercer, harder. It's like its own battle: give and take, relearning how to move together. Midoriya makes a hungry noise into the kiss and his fingers spark when they lift to cup Bakugou's chin, sliding up over his cheeks, his jaw and shamelessly groaning at the tug to his hair as he pushes harder against him and the counter.

Eventually, though, they have to breathe and Midoriya pulls away with a shuddery intake of breath, going for the soft skin under his jaw, biting and kissing there. Between those: ]

I-- wow. It's like kissing an electrical outlet, kind of. That's...new.

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[A starving, low growl trickles out of him. Getting hard happens in the snap of two fingers, much quicker and easier than it use to be when he had a slight bit more endurance against Midoriya's shit.

He knows Midoriya is studying him, even accidentally. It's practically second-nature by now. The way Midoriya says the words, like he's a specimen in a glass case being tested by curious fingers.]

I'm not... [His chin tips, voice tightening, throat moving when he swallows under the exploring lips.] ...some fucking experiment, dammit.

[Or someone who will simply lie back most of the time and take this kind of torture. His fingers get a good handful of green hair and pull, turning Midoriya's head back, turning Midoriya's body in the same direct to the side, guiding it with his own. He flips them and crams the edge of the counter into Midoriya's back, rough when he rubs them hip and hip, when he tangles their legs at the knees, the ankles.

But he piles his weight on top, smooshing Midoriya flat over the counter without care. The marble is chilly when it licks Midoriya's back as he yanks the shirt and everything else up. The torso hasn't changed minus any new scars. It's the same one he nearly forgot the memory of, and his face and mouth hover close to the skin, breath hot, like he's trying to decide where to plan his lips exactly.

A firm, muscled spot right at the top of the ribs on one side just below a pectoral muscle. When his lips drag across, soft sparks of green energy follow the connection, offering a playful and pinching zap.]

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[ He might have all the measurements and response times and everything jotted down for Bakugou with his quirk combined with Midoriya's own but that doesn't mean that he's not watching him, drinking all of it in. ]

I know you're not. Maybe I just like looking at you.

[ Midoriya's eyes follow down to the line of his throat bobbing and he wants to trace it with his mouth, wants to leave a series of bruises underneath the line of his shirts, his uniform, wants to know that when he's putting that uniform on, the marks he's left will be underneath them. It's not possessiveness necessarily, more just that Midoriya likes the idea of leaving marks where they can and cannot be seen, like it's proof that Bakugou's considered him worthy of doing it.

Abruptly, he's pushed back against the counter and chokes out a startled laugh. Bakugou's insistent, pushing his shirt up and the cold marble against his skin makes him squawk, squirming pressing him back just enough so he can heft himself up on to the counter. It gives him a few extra inches over Bakugou and lets him wind both of his legs around his waist, hitching his ankles together to hold Bakugou into place, arms dropping over the top of his shoulders, letting Bakugou have full access to his chest, another laugh escaping. ]

I wish I could, mmmn, ask if this is normal or- Kacchan. [ His toes curl within his shoes, thighs tightening around Bakugou's waist as he fights the urge to push him back, sensitive and not sure if they actually want to go out or not. ] Kacchan.

[ Like he didn't just start this. ]

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[The electricity popping in his mouth is not unlike chewing on aluminum foil. Like crunching a hard piece of lifesavers peppermint. Something tingling and invigorating.

One his big hands clamps down over Midoriya's mouth, smothering any other words, smothering his name. He presses firmly, clamping his fingers into the cheeks.] Shut up for a damn minute. [As much as he just bitched about Midoriya treating him like an experiment, it's his turn to test the plane of the other man's chest.

Each muscle, he hovers his parted lips, each line of rib, letting the occasional spark zip between them until it begins to fade, and then he plants his mouth solidly on whatever hunk of flesh he can find. Low on the sweep of the stomach, just off enter and up from the navel. There's no more sparking at his face.

But rivlets of them pop up over his shoulders and down his back as he sucks a meaty section of skin. They only vanish when he lifts his head away. The hand drops, but before Midoriya can say much, he brings the other in by the neck and kisses with thankfully no distracting charge.]

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[ Midoriya is an adult, a full-grown adult who saves lives, who pays his own bills, who has a full time job doing superhero things.

Midoriya absolutely is an asshole who makes a protesting sound and then licks over Bakugou's palm in retaliation, eyes bright, hair wild. He doesn't want Bakugou to stop, of course; how could he, when literally anything he does feels so overwhelmingly good but it's like he's hardwired to be a pain in Bakugou's ass so there's really no stopping him.

The counter is cool underneath him and Midoriya squirms against it, against the tingling press of lips and teeth, a breath shivering out of him when Bakugou's mouth trails along and he threatens to suck a bruise against his skin. The hand drops, the electricity fades and Midoriya kisses back fiercely, leaning in from where he's perched, licking into his mouth with no small amount of determination or want. He can't touch as much like this, either. His hands skate over Bakugou's chest, down further until he's skimming over the swell of his arms, feeling the way muscles flex and shift underneath his fingertips, eager and hungry. They're supposed to go out but he doesn't want to be the first one to pull away so he doesn't, scraping his teeth lightly over Bakugou's lower lip, kissing over his chin, his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose. ]

I missed you so much. [ It's uttered like a confession; he never dared to say it much because he didn't want Bakugou to feel bad or worse about staying behind but now it's like the floodgates are open. ]

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[Firmly, but maybe somewhat playfully, he bumps his jaw and cheek against Midoriya's own, almost like a kind of embarrassed reprimand for the words. He doesn't return them outloud, though it's easy to tell he must feel the same with how he buries his face into Midoriya's neck and shoulder, how he loops his arms around Midoriya's lower back and squeezes the two of them together at the edge of the counter.

Deeply, he inhales the long-remembered scent. The wash for the clothes is different, but the skin beneath is the same. Masculine and clean. He doesn't want to be the first to pull away either, so he doesn't. If they don't go anywhere at all, he'd be fine with it.]

You were gone too damn long.

[He couldn't stand it. And if Midoriya wasn't coming back early, the next thing he could do was go to Midoriya instead. Now he's here, mildly homesick for the first day and a half, but strangely relieved and comforted in having Midoriya. Honestly, he's not sure how Midoriya handle the beginning week without any of them around.

The only reason he does finally pull away is to pull Midoriya forward and throw Midoriya over one of his shoulders. Heavy, not too painful. He shifts the weight and moves away from the counter, out of the kitchen and to the couch. The dog, unsure about this really, hops up and stands in confusion distantly before giving a few distressed barks.]

Can it, fuzzball. He's mine.

[His prize is taken to the couch, but Barkugou is having none of it and toe scrapes across the floor, barking, leaping onto the couch first to put her paw down.] What did I fucking say? He was mine before he was yours! [But he's unbothered, and grabs the dog up in the other arm so he can just turn and drop Midoriya on the couch in place.]

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[ He doesn't need to hear the words back, not when he knows that Bakugou is stubborn and wouldn't go see someone he didn't want to see. He wouldn't fly across the ocean for a huge number of hours unless he actually wanted to be there, and Midoriya knows that even if Bakugou's a little stubborn and reserved about some stuff, he still matters. He hasn't doubted his worth to Bakugou in years, but it's different, telling Bakugou that he missed seeing him, missed touching him, missed the stupid little moments that they had together. There's I missed you when they see each other again, the response that sort of a given when it comes down to seeing a friend you haven't seen in months and then this, between kisses, a more heartfelt confession. ]

The longest I've ever been away from you.

[ He'd only realized it after the fact, not quite sure what to do with that information. Bakugou had been such a piece of his life for so long that having him out of it was weird. Now, he's back and -- throwing Midoriya over his shoulder. ]

I take it back, Kacchan, you're the worst.

[ The air gets knocked out of him so the complaint is muttered, and a hand fits itself to the curve of Bakugou's ass, slapping it gently because it's there. He's flushed all the way to his ears, hating and loving that he's instantly so worked up by how easy it was for Bakugou to pick him up and toss him over his shoulder like that, carrying him like he's just a sack of potatoes. Barkugou, clearly not sure what the reaction is here, is fussing and Midoriya goes to reach out for her but is abruptly dumped onto the couch with another oof and obediently lays there, stretched out, leveling a finger at his well-meaning furball. ]

You're very sweet, but you're not very threatening. Go lay down. [ There's just a hint of firmness in his tone, before he levels the finger at Bakugou, his smile edging into teasing. ] Come lay down, Kacchan.

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[The dog is trapped between his elbow and arm and his side, but she tries her damndest to throw her head back and nip at his clothes where they meet his shoulder, gurgling irritably. Apparently, she takes after her namesake, and being cranky is a thing she can do.]

Got a little furry rat I'm gonna take back to the shelter. [The threat sounds full of hot air no matter how serious he tries to make it. His other hand, now free, ruffles the hell out of her head and wrestles the muzzle trying to nip.

And then he puts her down on the couch so she can make a hasty retreat to jump on Midoriya a moment, like she's checking to see if he's okay, like she's wanting to show she's doing a good job "protecting" him from the vicious Bakugou.

Now he's free to grab the wrist of the accosting finger, squeezing it gently as his knees drop onto the couch and he forcefully makes himself a home between Midoriya's legs and on top of Midoriya's chest. Barkugou slams two teeny front paws onto his back shoulder and digs accusingly.

Who is this wild, blond asshole in the room!! Getting her attention!! Teasing her foster owner!! Can he not do literally any of this!!]

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[ Midoriya flops back, a forearm pressing against his forehead like this is his fainting couch, but he ruins it with his laughter a moment later because Bakugou and Barkugou are bickering with each other. ]

Mr. Stark threatened to make glue out of her after she peed in his shoes.

[ He'd been instantly apologetic and half-freaking out because he hadn't known that Mr. Stark was coming to visit and talk to him, but blessedly, he hadn't been angry and the threat didn't have any teeth to it. Twelve pounds of fluffy, upset dog lands on him and he oofs quietly, stroking over her ears and fur gently while his other hand is commandeered by Bakugou and then there's the heavier weight of him landing on top of Midoriya. Another oof, as he tries to pet both of them, winding his hands into fur and hair at the same time, grinning at them.]

Alright, alright, come here you fierce little thing. [ Teasingly, at Bakugou: ] Not you.

[ Barkugou is soothed and with one more disgruntled little look at Bakugou on Her Person, she's settled on the ground and goes to her pillow within eyesight of the two of them, clearly watching. Hand freed, Midoriya's fingers trace over the curve of Bakugou's throat, where a collar would hang, the suggestion a low rumble. ]

Maybe I get you matching collars. If I'm yours it's only fair you're mine too, right Kacchan?

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[Mmm. Telling him Stark would kill the dog? Bad. Already coloring his perception of the man sourly, despite it being a joke, despite Bakugou literally being just as bad about rudeness. Honestly.]

I'll break him in half down the fucking middle if he touches the dog.

[And Stark wouldn't even get a warning. Nevermind anything Stark has as failsafes against attacks. Bakugou clearly doesn't care. He'd sock Stark in the face with a fist without hesitation, if the situation called for it.] Tch... [Don'T, OKAY. HE'S FIERCE.

Asshole.

Midoriya really yanks his tail, and he hates it. But he tips his head back to let the fingers dance along the taut line of his neck up until he hears why it's getting so much lavish attention.] Fuck that. [He jerks his head playfully away, but can't go very far wedged up on top of Midoriya.

Instead, he drops his face into Midoriya's own neck and shoulder, hiding.] Ain't putting shit around my neck. [But his face is hidden is the key point in all of this. Suspicious.]

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[ Mr. Stark's jokes are like Bakugou's anger; Midoriya had to get used to it in stages and the early moments were tense. Bakugou is more mature than him which Midoriya is self-aware enough to appreciate and still be faintly tired of. Bakugou's protectiveness of the dog is endearing, and he tries, though, which means the world to Midoriya.

Besides, moments like this where Bakugou's hiding his face, and Midoriya feels this absurd rush at having the upper hand in a conversation so quickly. Bakugou has bad habits that Midoriya likes but also brings out the most competitive side of Midoriya and that just drives himself crazy. Just not crazy enough to rise above not pressing his fingers at Bakugou's throat lightly, testingly. It's not the same way Bakugou grabs his throat, it's just the light line of his thumbs, approximately where a collar would go, fingers trapped between the two of them.

His middle finger rests against Bakugou's pulse and his fingers crackle a little bit, licking against his skin, rough thumbs stroking the lump of his throat lightly. ]

You know I-- I wouldn't do anything you don't want to do, Kacchan, but I think it'd look nice. [ Okay now his cheeks are warm because it's not like he's not admitting something here, too. ]

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[The windpipe is so easy to strangle. Just the rub of a rough thumb over the front makes it tighten, and knowing it isn’t fatal but still holds an edge of danger is a little exhilarating. The sparks don’t help.

He lets out a low, subdued noise, not a usual growl or scoff, something else. Something mildly pleased and a little acknowledging. His head leans forward and presses the neck into the curve of Midoriya’s hand, settles it with a strange show of trust. Not that he thinks Midoriya would choke him out, more he’s comfortable in this vulnerability right here, right now.

It lets him peer down at Midoriya, a single thin brow jacked up, curiously disbelieving.] This place turn you into some kinda freak, Deku? Or you always had a thing for fantasizing about putting a damn collar around me? [His eyes narrow, not angrily. Like he thinks it’ll scare the truth out of Midoriya.]

I should’a known you ain’t the goody-two-shoes everybody thinks you are. Getting hard when I fight you down in the bed. [Him too, but that’s expected, he thinks. This is different. And unfortunately, he’s not as stupid as he seems.] What else you got in that head of yours since you landed in Freakville?

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[ It's one of the most fragile places on the body and Midoriya can't help the thrill that goes through him at winding his fingers around it. The touch might be delicate but it isn't as if he couldn't do an insane amount of damage with just a flex of his fingertips. Out of anyone, Bakugou is probably the most aware of it because he's used that power, he's fought that power at near full strength at times. That he's willing to let Midoriya wind his fingers around his throat all the same is probably the biggest show of trust and he's weirdly touched and turned on at the same time. It's only exacerbated when Bakugou leans into it, trusting.

That shouldn't also make him harder but Bakugou makes it so he feels like he exists on a hair trigger these days. ] Maybe a muzzle, too. [ It's an embarrassed retort that he doesn't even think about, cheeks hot but he's not moving away, not taking any of it back even when he realizes what he said. It'd mostly been a joke to go with the idea of the collar and Bakugou's mouthiness but once he says it, that look on his face goes speculative again. He could just blame it on the distance: it's been so long and there's been no one else so every little thing has the potential to get him turned on but it's not just that. ] It's alright if you don't like the idea of it, Kacchan, you know you can say no.

[ That's a nonanswer on his part, but he's giving Bakugou an out, stroking his fingers lightly back and forth over Bakugou's throat while he talks. ]

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Damn, you are a freak now.

[It makes him feel weird in the pit of his stomach. Like the times he had seen how much stronger Midoriya had become with some quirk that popped up ten years late. How focused and determined Midoriya had become once All Might let him on the playing field. How All Might had believed and supported him.

A little shock, a little envy, a little curiosity.

Now Midoriya is older and annoyingly, oddly attractive, having grown into long and large limbs, round eyes, and freckles. Not even several months, and the haircut is edgier, more mature. Midoriya had been teasing him with more coy snaps, a deeper voice on video.

Even with embarrassment, Midoriya is saying things that put a fiery heat in his thighs, wanting to try things he didn't think Midoriya would ever have the balls to think about at all.

It really is about proving a point now. To show he isn't lagging as far behind as he feels, that he isn't as vanilla as he feels.]

Were you... messing around with people while you were here...?

[It doesn't sound angry actually, and it doesn't sound accusing. More... disbelieving, more curious. Like Midoriya had a taste of something he wants a taste of too, so they'll be on level ground.

A kinky little fling here and there, testing unexplored waters. An idea that makes him both jealous and hot all at once. Some faceless nobody of his imagination treating Midoriya like a prize while he watches, strangling with envy and lust.]

Edited Date: 2018-12-08 08:49 pm (UTC)

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[ Six months was a long time and plenty of time to consider all of the ways that he wanted to have sex with Bakugou the next time he saw him once again. It wasn't all he thought about, but to go from being able to have sex, or even just intimacy almost whenever he wanted to suddenly being in a place where the best he got was phone calls with video if he were lucky, well.

It's not like people weren't interested either. There were more than he expected, from forward people on the street to other heroes that he worked with. No one he had ever taken them up on because a year wasn't forever and Midoriya couldn't ever imagine wanting it so much he couldn't wait the extra few months. There'd been one dinner with someone that he hadn't known was intended as a date, but even that was cleared up quickly enough and nothing negative happened because of it.

Thing is, Bakugou doesn't sound like he needs Midoriya justifying what he did or didn't do, or who, he sounds like he's fishing. He's not mad about the joking suggestion of a muzzle either. Abruptly, Midoriya has way too much to think about in the span of just a few moments and he drops his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with a long exhale. ]

There wasn't anyone I wanted the same way I want you. I suppose...I considered it, kind of, but I knew I was coming back and it never seemed fair to anyone. [ There's a fair amount of experience to be gained from typing things into porn sites and sadly jerking off at two AM because you miss your kind of boyfriend, though. Also probably best not to say that. ] ...Did you? It's alright if you did, I know that what we have or are doing isn't...exactly normal, and I don't, I wouldn't, mind if you wanted to, or needed to- Kirishima and Uraraka asked if it was alright and I said yes but I didn't know if they ever talked to you about it or not.

[ The hands around his throat relax, fingers laced over the nape of Bakugou's neck, thumb rubbing idle circles against his pulse instead. ]

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[In all honesty, Bakugou feels weirdly relieved. And maybe he feels some admiration for Midoriya? Now that they aren't teens, he'd be lying if he said people wouldn't notice Midoriya as a potential--whatever: Partner? Hook-up? Boyfriend?

The fact that Midoriya seemed to have dodged it for him...

Under the hand, he can't stop the speckle-red warmth from igniting his neck and the bottom of his face. The blood slamming through his neck is incredibly obvious, a riled up and emotional throbbing.] Nah. [The lowness of his voice is a dripping sort of growl, soft.

Gently, he presses into the hands and lowers his face, hitting them almost chin to chin and nose to nose.] You really think... I'd be satisfied with stupid hair and balloon girl...? Don't be... fucking stupid.

[It's probably why they're rivals, or make the best rivals at least. Competing and completing.

He drops his mouth against Midoriya's despite the hands, not minding the squeeze around his neck. This time, he's being held in place while he desperately tries to devour what he can of the inside of Midoriya's mouth. His hands are too busy pushing up under the edge of Midoriya's shirt to feel the skin beneath to worry about grabbing Midoriya's arms and yanking the fingers from his throat.]

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[ He's not sure if it's too much to say that he hadn't given it any thought because Bakugou was waiting for him, but from the reaction, it wasn't. Bakugou's skin flushes and Midoriya is one step away from smug, laughing quietly under his breath as he squeezes the nape of his neck affectionately. Cute. ]

I didn't mind if you needed to. [ A year wasn't forever and they hadn't really touched base on what it meant to be apart past the one conversation and that was fine. This was fine. Knowing that Bakugou waited does something to him that he doesn't expect, leaving him torn between fond and affectionate and warm all at once.

Then, they're kissing and Midoriya is laughing into it again, parting his lips, arching his back as hands start pushing up his shirt. They were going to go out, but honestly staying in sounds just as good if it means that he's got Bakugou in his bed, handsy, Bakugou's mouth against his stealing any words he might want to say. A throaty groan escapes him in response, shivering, twisting underneath him as his thighs slide wider to accommodate him and it lets their hips press together so he can brace his feet and roll up into him, groan smothered between them in the kiss. ]

So we're not going out? [ He doesn't sound upset, too busy kissing, squirming as Bakugou's hands slide over bared skin. ]

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[Midoriya gets a heavy, heated growl of pleasured protesting. A kind of grumbling that ends up just being an unintentional moan. He hates being teased so easily, falling for it so easily. There’s no way this damn nerd can play him like a string, yet here they are. He’s horny and hard, saying,] Fuck going out. [Nothing is better right now than staying in.]

It’s like... I don’t even fucking... know you. But... [His hands smooth down both of Midoriya’s sides, the thick midsection pinned between his fingers. All the way down to the top of the waist, pushing the pantsline out of the way so he can learn again the sharp cut of Midoriya’s hips.] I’m gonna figure out who the hell you’ve become while staying over here.

[He keeps Midoriya’s lips distracted with his own, giving him opportunity to feel without seeing. Learning the lines better this way. Jerking Midiroya gently up against him as he comes rolling down, rubbing themselves together and craving the hot skin hidden by the clothes.]

You wanna put me in a damn collar or a fucking muzzle, you’re gonna earn it. [He can be a pain in Midoriya’s ass, too. He’s gonna make it worth it, and he won take it rolling over.] I don’t have any masters.

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[ Is his certainty a bad thing, Midoriya wonders. He figures it's not in the grand scheme of things, that it's better he's more forward after having to be with the Americans. Please, kindly stay there doesn't work, and he's never met so many people determined to get into a pissing contest with the folks there to help with rescue outside of Bakugou. It's incredible. ]

You want to spar for it?

[ There's a note of interest in his voice from where he's scattering kisses on Bakugou's jaw. He's easy, he's so fucking easy for Bakugou it's tragic. Midoriya knows where his own power level rests and he can guess where Bakugou's at just from their conversations and the news but it's one thing to make suppositions and something else to be out there finding out. Now that he uses the entirety of All for One, there are very few people who canstand against him when he's using it in full; Bakugou's one of them. Their fights are exhilarating rather than how they were when they were so much younger.

It isn't fair, either, how his stomach swoops at the mention of masters. He has a handful of blonde hair and fists it just enough to hold while the other runs over his shoulder, his hand tracing the line his eyes make a few dozen times a day. The push of his hips up is artless but it does what it's supposed to: friction, while he tries to get the tangle of words in his head into some kind of coherent order. It's not that he owns Bakugou; that's not the fantasy. It's that he's the one who tamed him or the one who was worthy of him, to get to this point.

If they weren't on the couch he'd start earning it right now but rolling them off and onto the floor seems needless when this is good. The couch is good, tactically; it keeps Midoriya on his back because he'd have to roll them off onto the floor to start wrestling with him. Instead, the hand on his shoulder slides up the front of his shirt, palming over a nipple on his way to start helping Bakugou out of that shirt. ]

I don't want to be your master, Kacchan. [ Partner, absolutely. Midoriya's hand tightens and his lips graze a line across Bakugou's cheekbone to his ear, nipping at the lobe. ] I just want you every way I can have you.

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[Don't even tease him. The moment the issue is challenged, his eyes light up without much change to his face except for eager surprise.] Hell yes. [It's a breathy growl, excited.

The shirt bunches at the angle of his armpits and shoulders. He doesn't move from the mouth close to his face, craving it, but it breaks his skin out in goosebumps, tightens the muscles of his back when he shivers.

Gently, his shoulders roll and hunch, and he pushes his palms down on the couch, up toward Midoriya's neck so he's streamlined, so the shirt can come off his torso and over his head. He leans back and grabs it from Midoriya's hands, tosses it on the floor.] When and where, nerd?

I'll destroy you.

[What he wants is contact. Being felt by Midoriya's calloused hands isn't bad. But he wants the contact of their bodies. The flesh against flesh, warm and hard, but soft in the right areas. So he gets a handful of Midoriya's shirt and clothes and pulls them impatiently up and off the shoulders and head. Their fate is the same as his own shirt, the floor.

And then he drops himself gently back on top, fitting himself with Midoriya's chest. This is better, too: he now has access to put his mouth lower than the neck, wherever he can reach. The collar bones, the shoulders, the top of the pectorals. Using his mouth, using his teeth.]