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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.

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ It's a heady thing, knowing he's able to have an effect on Bakugou this... much. It's the same rush he gets when working, when he's able to pull off some insane maneuver, or when he's able to push past his limits to get something done. Knowing he has that effect on Bakugou, that he did this to him makes him weirdly pleased and possessive in equal parts. ]

Mnhhh?

[ It's more a low, curious noise than it is a verbal response, kissed within an inch of his life. He could do this for hours, could lick his way into Bakugou's mouth until they're both trembling with want and impatience. Maybe he'll do that next time, because while neither of them are particularly patient people it can be fun to push themselves and each other just to see how much they can take. Right now, he's too busy chasing Bakugou's tongue in a kiss, swallowing harshly, his throat working against the hot pressure of Bakugou's hand over it.

Of course, it's Bakugou; a moment later he's shoved back down into the pillows and manhandled mostly out of his pants which instead of a groan drags startled laughter out of him as he tries his best to help. He doesn't, not really, but it doesn't matter because Bakugou's a force to be reckoned with and while Midoriya loses his grip on Bakugou's cock, Bakugou instantly goes for his. ]

Kacchan. [ The nickname bubbles out of him on the end of a laugh, abruptly shifting to another low, pleased moan at the rough press of a hand over him, fucking up into it while his own tries to return the favor. ]

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Nah. Try again.

[The reprimand is the fact he squeezes the thick base of Midoriya's cock, not too bad, a little on the rough side. A scolding. The heat is still in his face; this time it's from being so worked up, not embarrassment. His red eyes swallow the sight of Midoriya below him. Like a predator. Watchful, waiting maybe, hungry.

The cock in his hand is relatively dry, so he keeps his fingers loose, sliding the length of it back and forth, rubbing the width of his thumb over the head and across the sensitive skin of the underside.] Say what you said before. I wanna fucking hear it. [His fist pushes down, squeezing as it goes.

He leans over Midoriya, brings their faces closer, free hand pressed into the couch at the intersection of Midoriya's shoulder and neck.] Say my name like you said it before. [He knows Midoriya won't--not yet at least, but the tease is what makes it:] Maybe louder, so the whole hallway can hear you.

Look at me and fucking say it.

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[ There's no flinch or attempt to get away; if anything, Midoriya hums lower under his breath and grinds his hips up into the press of Bakugou's hand, returning the favor with a squeeze around his cock in turn. Bakugou looks like he wants to eat Midoriya alive and there's no stopping the grin on his face because he wants that. ]

You're perfect.

[ It's not what Bakugou means and Midoriya knows that, but Bakugou follows up a moment later with further instructions and comes closer, so Midoriya tries to kiss the words out of his mouth by pushing himself up, free hand groping for Bakugou's shoulder to tug him in and down while his other mirrors the groping attention of Bakugou's hand on his erection. He knows what Bakugou means but he's said Katsuki maybe three times his whole life. It's always been Kacchan, first as a childhood nickname, then as habit, and pettily, a little part of him kept it out of affection mixed with the desire not to give Bakugou another inch.

Now, it's a pet name properly. Midoriya brings his hand up to lick it damp and dips it back down, the slick noise of his hand sliding over Bakugou's dick shockingly loud even with the sound of their breathing. ] You're perfect, Kacchan, but you should really let me put my mouth on you.

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[Dammit, it isn't what he wants, and he's left unfulfilled and frustrated. The worst part: knowing Midoriya is absolutely holding out on him, knowing Midoriya is using it against him with that fucking self-satisfied grin.

His fist squeezes Midoriya's cock in warning, but it falters at the attention he's getting elsewhere. There's nothing more painful than having a forkful of delicious cake only to not get a slice. He wants to hear Katsuki in Midoriya's hot mouth with the rest of the goosebump-inducing words.]

Alright... asshat...

[Reluctantly, he bats Midoriya's hand away from himself and shifts, plants his thick and bent legs near the crook of Midoriya's elbows to pin them to the couch. He doesn't sit so much on Midoriya's chest as he does on the strong, scarred arms that can support his weight.

But the arms are captured, and Midoriya's head is close between his thighs. The grin is slow and devious. One hand cards fingers through the front of the green hair; it actually cradles instead of grips for once. The other hand takes his own cock, bends it down toward Midoriya's lips.] Maybe you'll say it to get what you really want. [He rubs the head from one corner of the lips to the other, gently, but won't let Midoriya have it.

Any parted lips or open mouth, and he'll pull it out of reach and only bring it back to run it teasingly over the lips again.]

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[ The little groan that squeeze gets means that the threat wasn't too scary; Midoriya bucks his hips up a little, encouraging, and then melts into the couch to be manhandled where Bakugou wants him. His arms end up pinned neatly and while Midoriya's pretty sure he could get the leverage to toss him off if he wanted he doesn't want to.

It puts Bakugou's cock right where he wants it (or, one of the places) and puts a hand in his hair, which leaves Midoriya humming, tipping his head into it gently and then bending forward to obediently take Bakugou's cock into his mouth. There's a graze of the wet tip of him across his lips but when he pushes further or leans to lick it, he removes it. Like a carrot tied to a stick.

Midoriya gives him a narrow-eyed look in response and his arms flex like he thinks he can lift a hand to direct it, only to realize that no, Bakugou's heavy, steady weight is holding him there. If he wants this, he has to play by Bakugou's rules. ]

...I really think this is meaner to you than me. [ Just....saying. Midoriya tries to dip his head forward again and then sinks back against the couch with a look. It's all give and take and he knows that, but he doesn't want to give up so easily either. Tone coaxing: ] C'mon, Kacchan...

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Shut up...

[It's grueling, but if it somehow means being able to get a leg up on Midoriya, he'll take it. For a while. But Midoriya is in for the long haul, it seems. Taunting him. Saying Kacchan like it's nothing.

Like he isn't craving the other two syllables.] Fucking say it. [Instead of rubbing the round end of his cock on Midoriya's lips, he slaps them gently.] You won't get it if you don't say it. [Easily, Midoriya could toss him off, and that's just how it goes.

What he has in determined stubbornness and strength, Midoriya has tenfold in quirk. Bakugou would have to dip into what Midoriya gave him to go toe-to-toe equally, and then the entire room would be ruined between them.] Deku... [It's growled. He's clearly getting impatient.

This had been his taunt initially, and now it's so quickly getting dumped right into Midoriya's waiting hands. No matter how much he teases Midoriya's lips with his cock, Midoriya doesn't have to give in. Sucking it is nice.

But Bakugou is too aware of the damn fact Midoriya enjoys seeing him antsy for it more. And it doesn't help it's Midoriya's lips inches from being popped into.]

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[ A little thrill goes through him settling hot and sparking like Bakugou's fire in his belly. He likes the orders, likes the way Bakugou's looking down at him, smacking his cock against his face. He'd let Bakugou order him to do just about anything like this, not that Midoriya would ever say that. He probably knows already, but it's one thing to suspect and another for Midoriya to confirm that a little growling and manhandling turns him to putty.

The problem is that while this is a thing that Bakugou wants pretty bad, it's also a thing Midoriya wants pretty bad. He's not giving up if it benefits him to give first, right?

Thing is, Midoriya might give in sometimes, still not the best at pushing back against Bakugou forever but just as often he's genetically hardwired to piss Bakugou off. ]

The next time we do this, I'm going to make you beg for it, Katsuki.

[ He does say Bakugou's name the way he requests it, but there's a challenge in his tone otherwise and in the way he grins up at Bakugou before sinking back into the couch. He's no longer straining against Bakugou like he wants to throw him off, he's just waiting, mouth parted, tongue peeking out in invitation. Sure, he didn't win by getting Bakugou to beg but this sure feels like a victory. ]

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[It's delicious. Katsuki, and spoken in that awful fucking cocky tone, like Midoriya already knows he's going to be begging hoarsely. Heat rolls up into his cheeks from his neck in a single, red wave. The plane of his chest flushes. It isn't just the name. It's the promise. God, he loves being on top, earning it. He does.

But he'll be damned if he doesn't love when someone forces him sit on the bottom, too.] Yeah? If you're such a fucking bigshot, there's plenty of time to "make me beg." [This time, his hand doesn't cradle Midoriya's head.

The fingers dig gently into the hair and grip it, keeping the prize still as he again graces the lips from corner to corner with his cock, slow.] I guess... since you were good. [He puts just the tip past Midoriya's lips, a twinge of bittersweet, tries not to thrust everything forward. Restraint is hard. The mouth is hot and wet, and easy to slide into.

He can't help sitting up a little higher on his knees, offering maybe an inch more. And then he draws away, takes his cock and himself, scooting back and hefting himself to sit between Midoriya's legs and free the arms to the electricity of blood returning.

The pants and everything else come off, discarded. Both legs are kept bent-kneed over Midoriya's own thighs; he reclines back and peers down between them hungrily before raising two fingers and beckoning.]

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[ Midoriya loves making Bakugou blush. It's like winning a battle in a different way, this one where he's trying to fluster Bakugou as much as possible and there's a physical reaction to go with it, physical proof. Smug, Midoriya traces where the pink floods down his throat though he doesn't get a chance to be smug. Abruptly, there's a hand in his hair and the noise yanked out of him is startled but certainly not opposed.

Finally, Bakugou seems done teasing it out; Midoriya mouths over what he's given at first and then parts his lips wide, tongue sliding against the underside as it's fed into his mouth slow. The groan is mostly muffled with his mouth full but there's no denying the way his eyes slide shut and he looks like he's savoring it, savoring Bakugou's cock in his mouth.

Maybe he is a little, really. It's been ages since he got it and this is perfection the hand in his hair, the taste of salt on his tongue but then Bakugou shifts back and, well, he doesn't whine but this time it's not a pleased noise even as his arms are free. Watching his partner get naked is nice; Midoriya toes off the rest of his clothes, socks going over the edge of the bed in a pile, arms flexing as he works bloodflow into them again. The beckoning is obvious, but Midoriya keeps laying there underneath him, daring to reach a hand out to palm him idly, fingers closing around him to give him a tunnel to fuck up into. ]

Maybe I should make you be good too. [ Or, you know, try. Midoriya tries to look like he's lounging, like he's not aching to progress this further and licks his fingers clean of the precome he swipes from the tip of Bakugou's cock before fisting his hand around again. ] Say my name and I'll come up there.

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[The scoffed "tch" he mutters ends in a breathy hitch, the start of a moan he swallows as fast as he can before Midoriya can hear. The hand isn't totally wet, but it's damp (not as damp as his) and firm, and he his brows quiver then pinch with the restraint it takes not to drive his hips back and forth.]

Deku. [He's wondering if Midoriya will be just as frustrated by being teased as he had been. Probably not entirely. Midoriya takes everything so very differently than he does; in stride, with patience.] Little shrimp [Hardly a shrimp; not for many years.] Deku thinks he's gonna fucking "make me be good"--ha!

[A wide smirk curls his lips. He peeks open a single red eye to peer down between his legs at Midoriya. His hand snaps around Midoriya's wrist, making an attempt to squeeze the torturing arm, but not trying very hard.]

Make me then. [He's banking too much on the fact Midoriya won't be able to do it.] Make me be good and say it, and I'll sit on your fucking dick and do it.

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You always make this so complicated.

[ He doesn't sound like he's complaining, though; he sounds fond. The hand massaging his other arm stops, and Midoriya gives him a moment to finish, considering while Bakugou talks. He could probably move fast enough and somehow pin him, but one option would be tipping the couch backward potentially, and he really likes this couch. The other option is rolling them off to the other side, and they'll more than likely break his coffee table.

That would also really suck, but he's less attached to the coffee table and he figures probably costs less to replace than a couch. (Later, he'll find out that Tony bought the coffee tables as a joke and they cost a, frankly, obscene amount.) Right now, though, Midoriya waits until Bakugou finishes, looks up at him and in a reasonable tone answers: ] If that's what you want.

[ It's maybe not as easy as he would have liked, and they do break the coffee table. That kind of sucks, but it ends with Bakugou over his knees while he sits on the (thankfully undamaged) couch, arms pinned behind his back. This is the part he's not certain of. Originally, he'd intended to be behind Bakugou on their knees but he doesn't trust him not to light explosions or to smack his head into Midoriya's nose, so. ] I think you forget, Kacchan; I can be really patient.

[ His free hand scoops the lube up from where it'd fallen and tucks it under his thigh to start warming it up, sliding his fingers down the line of his spine when it's done. He doesn't do more than squeeze Bakugou's ass at first, petting over him like he's some sort of dog. ]

...Is this okay?

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[If anything, Midoriya had to work for it. Midoriya had to earn it. There's nothing when it comes to sparring or combat Bakugou gives for free. This position, the fact he's spread full of bare flesh over Midoriya's lap came with the grueling effort of getting there in the first place.

And a broken coffee table, and a few playful bruises, and maybe an accidental bit lip.]

Fuck you.

[It's not given as harshly as it is when he's actually angry, and that's the telling sign. The others are how ready his body is: the dip of his back when the fingers tickle over the ridges of his spine, the quiver of his skin at the cool tips of fingers, how hot-colored his pale flesh is all over the neck and chest and backs of the shoulders. It isn't a blush. It's arousal, warm and wanting.

Impatiently, he shifts his hips so he can try to put his cock on the curve of the side of Midoriya's thigh, and he juts his hips to see if he can rub himself against the heavy muscle of it. Hm! Naughty.]

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Other way around.

[ It's a gentle correction, Midoriya's hand sliding over the curve of Bakugou's ass and squeezing again, shamelessly admiring it. He won, which means this is his show for the moment, but he's not sure where to begin. This is the only position that he can think of to hold Bakugou in place and to make sure he doesn't get a chance to use his explosions to get out of it, but Midoriya isn't an idiot; there's another use for the position.

They've smacked each other around during combat, and combat has turned into sex or vice versa because they're both absolute disasters, but never like this. Never with the hard edge of want only sharpened by distance and time.

Midoriya gives him the grind, even pushes his leg a little closer so it's easier, but it's only for a moment and then Midoriya lifts his hand and smacks it down on the meat of Bakugou's thigh. It's barely more than a glorified smack, nothing harsh, yet. ] Kacchan. I want a yes or a no. Is this okay?

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[The length of muscles in his legs and ass and lower back tighten to accept the slap on the thigh. A warm, red whelp is left behind, and his hands fist together. He hates it, how reactive his body is, how starving it had been for Midoriya's touches. Definitely a man who has been stranded in the desert and how now found an oasis.

Even his own calloused fingers and hands, his own pull and tug, is nothing like having Midoriya doing it.]

Yeah... [But he cuts a sharp, red-eyed look around and up at Midoriya from the corner of his eye.] ...if you stop being a damn coward and actually put some fucking power behind it.

[A red splatter, but nothing else. No seared skin really, no tears. He's aching and grouchy.] Go all the fucking way, or don't waste your time bending me over like you're gonna do something. Otherwise, I'll bend you over and show you how it's done.

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[ The words do what they always do; they center him, make him more determined. Bakugou's other quirk is knowing how to say just what will push Midoriya even if he'd probably never admit it. He can do this. He's certainly watched enough of it to understand how spanking during sex works, but there's the lingering worry that he'll make a mistake somehow and genuinely hurt him. It's stupid anxiety; he's known just how to manage One For All well enough that he hasn't hurt himself or others in ages. Anxiety isn't going to help here, so Midroiya shifts his focus, directs everything into a goal. ]

I've thought about doing this for what feels like forever, Kacchan.

[ His thumb smooths over the inside of Bakugou's wrist where he's holding him steady and Midoriya meets his eyes with a small smile in contrast to the way he lifts his other hand and brings it down. There's bite to it but it's still clearly not full strength. Before the sting fully settles he raises his hand and does it again, the same spot. He's absolutely watching Bakugou the way he always complains about, but he wants to memorizing every bit of this. ]

I-it wasn't... Not out of...punishment, really. Though sometimes... [ His hand lifts, and falls on the other side, but it doesn't linger. Instead, he brings it to where he'd smacked earlier and squeezes, fingers pressing, dragging over tender skin. His leg shifts away, so Bakugou has nothing to grind against and lands a few more, glancing away from his head to watch his skin go pink. ] It was... more to have an outlet that wasn't sparring. Something we could do in here, without doing it in a training room and someone walking in.

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[The bite is enough to make him growl pleasurably. It's enough to make him enjoy it without exactly giving him the edge he wants, and that's more frustrating than anything. His body begs for it without his consent; arching at the lower back and hips and pushing his knees down to give him enough of a slope for Midoriya to spank him with a heavier hand.

He glares, but the irritation doesn't reach his eyes. The veins in his arms stand out when he clenches his fists again, and he twists the hands with no real intent to escape.] I can't... fucking believe... I'm gonna have to... still teach you how to... talk dirty. [Midoriya's fingers quite literally fry him; One For All licks up out of his skin and tries to find the pieces of the master inside Midoriya.

It isn't unlike running hands over a plasma globe, feeling the buzz of the currents, and his cock jumps between his legs from the sensation. Midoriya gets a low hum from his throat as his skin is kneaded. But Midoriya won't hit him hard enough. It's nothing more than a damn taste of the power of the arm.

He tries to glare again, but it's more of a heady stare out of the corner of his eyes, and he can feel the heat of frustration in his face, so he quickly buries it down against the couch with his teeth bared. The blonde hair shifts, exposing his flushed neck and the starting ridge of the spine.]

I fucking ain't sayin' it like this.

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[ He might not be an expert at this but he certainly knows enough to know that he can't do all of this at once. It's too overwhelming like that, starting at full strength. Just like with exercising, you warm the muscles up first and gradually get into it. That it's not enough for Bakugou is the point. ]

Kacchan, you know I'm not good at it.

[ At least in his mind he's not. It always feels more like narrating a scene rather than participating in it and while he can organize his thoughts coherently, for the most part, it's not really sexy. More often than not it's more to shut out his mind from overthinking things rather than sexiness. Bending down, he presses a kiss to the bunched muscles of his shoulder blades, just a touch of the power sparking across skin when he makes contact. It won't be like this forever, but he wants to savor it while he can. ]

I know you won't yet. [ Midoriya's hand rises and falls a few moments as he considers Bakugou's flushed skin, considers the red tips of his ears and lets power build in his palm a moment, sending it flickering over Bakugou's skin. ]

I told you, though, I'm patient.

[ The slaps start landing lower on his thighs, until the whole of his ass and down mid-thigh are pinked, and the spots that spanking was layered are starting to turn a deeper red. Those are the spots Midoriya digs his fingers into just shy of sharp on each squeeze up and down his thigh, a flicker of One for All in each one. ]

I like being the one who will wait as long as you need. [ Whether it's coming around to their friendship and working together, dating, flying out here and now this, he can wait. He's practiced at it now. ]

From:

dynamight

I hate fucking waiting.

[Impatient as ever. Maybe the only scant few times he isn’t impatient is when he’s fighting, and a lot of the time then, he’s just as impatient too. The stinging skin stretched from his ass down his legs. He knows they must be bright, red. It stings more when Midoriya works his skin between those fingers, but nothing feels painful or agonizing.

He can’t believe he’s this hard and wanting for something so stupid. Spanking. But it isn’t really the spanking that drives him crazy. It’s the dominance, the shift in power and the attempt to take it back and keep it. His head ducks back down, eyes obscured. There’s no way to stop the rising bubble of pleasure in his mouth, though it comes out as an exhale first before anything. A sucking hiss.

For a moment, it sounds almost like he whispers it. Maybe he does, but it isn’t acknowledged. Instead, it’s replaced by a few pleasurablely murmured curses. His toes curl, and the muscles of his legs get stiffer.]

You wiping my ass or spanking me, Deku? Do it harder or turn around and let me show you. [He’s got the worst worked up blue balls.] My dick is hurting.

From:

pacifisting

I know.

[ No part of Midoriya has ever thought that Bakugou would fit under "patient", which is part of the appeal of this. He is dragging this out, though, because there is a goal here and he fully intends to get Bakugou to it. ]

You can do it next time if you want. [ Gently, the hand spanking him slides down over the insides of his thighs and shifts, wrapping around his cock with a hot hand. He is hard, and Midoriya absolutely believes that his dick is aching; he's in much the same state and viciously ignoring his own. The little noise that escapes him is genuine, low and conciliatory as he winds his fingers around him and gives him something to fuck into for a few moments, fingers working tight over him.

Then, just as soon as it's there, he's drawing back and starting up the series of blows again, this time notably harder as he warms the skin up. ] You know how to get me to hurry up whenever you want, Kacchan.