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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.]

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Y-yeah? Any time. Tomorrow, tonight, mnnn, whenever.

[ Okay, maybe he's egging on Bakugou a little shamelessly here because he likes it just as much when Bakugou gets worked up. It's self-serving. Bakugou's voice is a low growl and Midoriya soothes it with another lingering kiss between the two of them trying to get as much off as is humanly possible. Once shirts are both gone, Bakugou drops back down on top and Midoriya arches against him what little room there is.

It's always good with him because it's impossible for it to not be when they know each other so well at this point, but it's exceptionally good when a mouth starts trailing down over his throat, a touch of teeth to go with the softness of his lips.

The couch might be tactically sound but Midoriya's patience is slowly waning with it; the skin to skin contact is delicious, touching over the expanse of bare skin is good and Bakugou's mouth is wonderful but there's only so much he can do down there. A hand slides down Bakugou's back, flitting under the line of his jeans but he only makes it to the second knuckle. He's not tall or gangly he's just sturdy. Thwarted, Midoriya settles with a thigh between Bakugou's own, foot braced at the end of the couch, and pushes it up against his cock to give him something to grind down on. ]

What do you want if you win?

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Something... good.

[There's too much to work with right now. One thing at a time, and he's got a handful of stuff going on--with him, receiving, with Midoriya, giving. Frustrated, antsy, he scrubs his face and forehead gently against the firm, hot center of Midoriya's chest. The thigh makes his breath ragged, his exhale shuddery and humid.

It's not like what he wants, though. So he presses his face in, hoists himself up at the waist and works his hands back down below and between them, gets as far as undoing his pants without getting them down. He takes one of Midoriya's wrists and drags the hand around, shoves it, palm up, without hesitation in and over himself. Just one, satisfied thrust when the fingers are finally around his cock.

He has to finish answering a question, but his mind is anywhere but conversation. Begrudgingly, he lifts his head again, though wastes time trying to steal heady kisses from Midoriya's mouth.] You... and... [The sigh is also frustrated; he has to think in the haze of being aroused, being flushed from chest to neck to jaws. If Midoriya is getting playful humiliation and dominance out of him, he wants something along similar lines.]

Toys. I wanna hear you beg for the real thing after I play with you with whatever toys these crazy fucks here have.

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Yeah?

[ The second "yeah" is more a croon, coaxing as Midoriya pets him a few moments, the head at the center of his chest sweet in a way he's not anticipating. It's not fair that Bakugou can mix sweetness with all of this, Midoriya can only take so much before he's going to burst with affection.

It's the help - unbuttoning his pants, guiding Midoriya's hand down in a clear what, are you stupid, here kind of way that get a noise that's practically a giggle out of him. ] I could find it on my own, Kacchan.

[ He certainly doesn't mind, though, because now that his hand is between them and they're trading eager, hungry kisses, he's gracelessly shoving his hand down the front of Bakugou's underwear, getting a hand wrapped around the thick, hot curve of him. Just the initial touch, rough fingers sliding over him feels good, even if it's not his dick being touched. Midoriya runs his thumb over the soft tip of his dick and presses his fingertip against the slight on the next upstroke, fondling as much as he is giving an idle handjob. ]

Toys? [ It's a little strangled when he realizes what Bakugou means, squirming into the couch. He's absolutely into the idea but somehow hadn't ever really looked into it. The more he considers it the more he's into it, really. ] There are shops around here somewhere. Maybe not in this part of town but I'm sure we could find some somewhere. I'd want to see them in person rather than doing an order online but -

[ He's getting better at stopping himself, but to be fair the credit really goes to Bakugou because Midoriya looks at him, lips kissed pink and has to do it again, practically lunging up to steal another. ]

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[The sassy commentary gets a bite--on the neck, on the lips. A tad rougher than usual. Less Midoriya didn't know where, he thinks, and more Midoriya wasn't hurrying the hell up.

Now he's got it; it's fine. The hand easily draws a low groan out of him, especially when it squeezes the thick of him. His lids flutter, drop half way, pleased. Distracted. Midoriya gets a grunt of acknowledgment but no real reply other than parted lips, a moan lodged in the throat which only drips out as a forced exhale of breath.] Fuck... [Not much of an answer, but the best one he can give right this moment.]

Fine... Whatever... We can lo--mnmmm...

[The collar won't even be necessary, won't even be any different than his cock slapped across Midoriya's palm. He's putty. Midoriya is working him, and it's everything he can do to behave in a way that gets him more of it.

For a moment, he tries to lavish a mouthful of attention on Midoriya's chest. He keeps having to pause to strain against a short moan, but he teases the bare skin with his lips and his teeth, teases one of Midoriya's nipples likewise. Maybe biting it for a second too harshly, worrying it. But he has to lean away and sit back on his heels in the end, one hand on the back of the couch and one with Midoriya's knee in a deathgrip.

He moans with no restraint for once, quietly and no less satisfied, letting his head fall back. Not looking, closing his eyes, he can focus on Midoriya's hand carefully working his cock. The biggest tease. Nothing to get him off; just enough to keep him hungry.]

I should've... fucking videoed you... for when you had left. [Video chat is okay, but there's nothing like seeing a cock in someone's mouth and knowing it's your own.] Maybe... I'll do that too when I win.

From:

pacifisting

[ Bakugou wants his hand on his dick and that's fine, Midoriya's totally down but he's also absolutely going to make Bakugou wait for it, going to drag it out sweet and slow until one or both of them lose their patience. To be fair, that's probably a pretty short window between the two of them. ]

I love when you get...mmm, get like this. It's so good. You're so good.

[ Praise comes as easily to his tongue as the rambling, because Bakugou is almost ridiculously worthy of any sort of praise Midoriya could think about giving him. A moan stutters out of him at the touch of teeth over his nipple, back arching, the aggression never toeing the line of too much. It's something he's refused to give too much thought to; he knows that his pain tolerance is probably laughably high but given how many times he's broken his bones, Bakugou biting and kissing over his nipples gets throaty groans and goosebumps, not him shoving Bakugou's head away.

Abruptly, all that heat against his chest leaves which he thinks to protest until he opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and catches sight of Bakugou straddling his waist, the red tip of his cock sliding out between Midoriya's curled hand on each stroke down. The moan that escapes is startled, the sight so ridiculously hot that he loses track of the conversation at first, mouth watering. On the next stroke up his fingers drag sweetly on the underside and then swipe up the dampness on the tip just so he can suck it off his fingertips, a flash of pink tongue between his fingers and then he's dipping back down again, fisting him slow, drinking the sight of him in. ]

Only if you let me, too. You're so... I don't even know. I wish I could look at you like this all the time. [ Beautiful isn't the right word. Midoriya stumbles a moment, eyes catching on the jut of Bakugou's hips, the line of his collarbone before he catches himself. ] You're perfect, Katsuki.

From:

dynamight

[It's strange, wanting Midoriya to both not look at him and look at him forever. The compliments confuse and embarrass him--no, the name does, and the heat in his cheeks and stretching down his neck darkens. He can't exactly hide his face; hell, he can't do much of anything with the fist around his cock, and the finger beneath it, and Midoriya's mouth lapping up the wet of him.

So he tries to scoff, but it comes out unintentionally as a breathless moan, and his thighs quiver, stiffen. He lets the hand roll down him without slamming himself into the tunnel of it. A few moments more, panting, until he realizes how thirsty he is for what he has had in ages.]

Deku...

[The hand comes off the couch and instead wraps around Midoriya's throat under the jaws. He squeezes, though not hard, enough he can lifts Midoriya up into a sit with a pleasurable kind of handling rather than a choking one. The waiting mouth he devours, keeping Midoriya's head in place. Wet and hot, tongue rolling, smack loud when he draws away. His thumb rubs back and forth over the swollen lips, hooks and pushes past into the mouth; he fondles the tongue with it, tugs it if Midoriya bites with teeth. Tugs it until he can get it free.

Because then he firmly shoves Midoriya back over on the seats, works diligently after to get Midoriya out of the pants, the underwear, to get them at least down to the knees, half removing clothes, half already trying to brush his fingers over the underside of the waiting cock.]