[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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...
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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?
[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.
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ 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.
[The entirety of Bakugou’s lower half jerks when the cool fingers close over the searing skin of his cock, and his legs part wider without his conscious consent. The noise he makes is soft, but not exactly dignified. It’s surprised—amazing—and altogether too pleased. The ache is only subdued for as long as Midoriya allows him to roll forward into the fingers. They’re delicious, calloused and firm.
He thinks maybe Midoriya has given in, and he eases into getting worked up, into letting the warm pit grow in his groin. And then Midoriya’s hand is gone, but the growl of frustration getting ready to pop out of his mouth actually stutters when the palm strikes his ass and thighs. He moans the breathy, teeth-gritted “fuck” as color spread back through his tortured skin.]
...Deku...
[He feels like a rubber band stretched taut between two hands. The sting isn’t even a pain when his cock being fisted lingers behind like an unreachable and savory gift. Worse, he knows the color climbing his face is because he knows he should be humiliated by this. He is, but he’s also stubborn, and if he can pretend he isn’t, Midoriya won’t have any upper hand.
When has anything they’ve ever done not been a pissing contest?
There’s no warning when he goes for Midoriya’s cock like some kind of shark, no arms and all open mouth, twisted just enough at the shoulders to do it in one swoop. He gets the girth of it between his lips, shoves up so the head falls through his open mouth. He pulls like it’s a draught of something glorious snd he’s thirsty. Once, firm, before Midoriya can make any tries to remove him. He wants to return the ache.]
[ He debates giving in. It'd certainly be a different kind of fun - not more fun necessarily, but it'd mean instant gratification for both of them and Midoriya is tempted by that. Not enough to stop what he's doing and how he's doing it, though. They probably should have angled for the oh my god I missed you sex first and then this second, but a little anticipation didn't kill anyone.
Bakugou might, though, judging by how he's reacting. Midoriya gives him a gentle little squeeze, running fingers slow up the underside of his dick and pairs it with another solid smack that echoes sharply in the quiet of the room. He's got this totally, 100% under control, except that he doesn't because he doesn't expect Bakugou's weight to shift abruptly and for him to shove himself down until he can get his mouth on his erection.
Midoriya makes a noise like all the air is punched out of him and hunches a little bit, hand digging into the meat of Bakugou's ass where it was resting, clenching a moment as he fights the urge to fuck up into his mouth. There are two ways to handle this, once he's done having a heart-attack at the sudden movement. He could treat it as something worth punishing, but he's not sure how far into the whole humiliation thing either of them want to go and the last thing he wants is to discourage Bakugou during something that's supposed to be some measure of fun. The alternate option, then.
Midoriya's hand lifts from his ass and rakes through Bakugou's messy hair, tilting his head just a touch so Midoriya can look down at him, tracing fingers over where Bakugou's lips are wrapped around his dick. ]
Kacchan... [ It's a murmur in response to Bakugou's earlier use of his name, no chastising or teasing in his expression. Instead, his smile widens a little and carefully, he helps adjust both of them so there's less pressure on Bakugou and he still has access to the rest of him. ] Not that I don't appreciate it, but I really, really um.... your teeth are really close there and if I smack you too hard --
[ please don't bite his dick off he really needs it???? ]
[In honesty, Bakugou hears what Midoriya says, but it's almost like it falls on deaf ears. He shifts the cock in his mouth and works it back over his tongue. No hands. Just the taut, viney muscles of his neck.
He works it for a moment or two with no tenderness. The sucking is hard, and he bares down briefly with his teeth until he gets to the head, and then he lets it pop out of his lips wetly. The whole time, he won't take his hungry eyes off Midoriya's face. He's been sufficiently teased, and he hates it. Suffer.
None too gently, he drops his chest up against Midoriya's own, just far enough down his lips are barely shy of reaching Midoriya's when he tips his head back. They've already wrestled, broken a table, and he's been spanked right at the edge of painfully enjoying it. The voice he gives Midoriya is low and hoarse, but no less thick with the usual growling.]
Would you fucking shut up and fuck me already, Izuku, you bastard. Let me go, shithead. If you think I'm not going to fucking ride you into the goddamn floor below us...
[ It's only the fact that Midoriya's got a ridiculously high pain tolerance that he doesn't yelp when Bakugou goes down on him that aggressively. It's not like it's bad; it's basically impossible for sex to be bad with Bakugou but he does squirm uncomfortably when Bakugou does a rather impressive version of a vacuum with teeth. ]
Kacchan.
[ He tries to sound mad but it's mostly low and raw, toes curling into the carpet as he shudders through the attention and meets bright red eyes a moment later. Bakugou's ass still gets a retaliatory smack, this one with a touch of his quirk to it, the crack shockingly loud. He'd meant to make this something where he well and truly ruins Bakugou, the kind of thing where he's a puddle on the bed but even Midoriya's patience isn't endless, it turns out. ]
I think you're misunderstanding how this is going to go, Kacchan. [ He keeps the grip on Bakugou's arms, and hefts him up like they're handles to a grocery bag. Bakugou can help and walk (or not) but either way, Midoriya is getting them standing and pushing Bakugou down over the arm of the couch. One hand stays firm around his wrists to hold him in place, and the other pushes Bakugou's cheek into the couch, hand fisted in his hair. Against the curve of his reddened ass, Midoriya rolls his hips, cock sliding against it aimlessly. ]
"Izuku, I'll be good." That's all it takes, Kacchan.
[ And another quirk-tinged smack, no longer the teasing warm-up blows from before. Green lightning prickles over their skin a moment. ]
[The most frustrating part is having Midoriya continue to lavish him with Kacchan while driving him insane. There is nothing more frustrating. He spent half a year already crazy for--what? This? Wild. For someone worth a shit to actually have the balls to manhandle him, not take his twenty-four hour bullshit.
There's only mild resistant when Midoriya shifts them, shifts him. If he wanted to get out of a snowballed One For All, he'd have to be crafty. Though he supposes he could also try to One For All himself, but that'd ruin both their hardons. (Would it?)]
Go to hell! I fucking said your name, you prick! You didn't-- [His breath hitches for a second, and then comes out hissed and messy with his face pressed into the couch.] --fucking say--anything about--being good.
[The hit, though. The hit is punishment enough. He moans, sudden and loud, and maybe not entirely pleasured, and he thinks his heart stops for half a millisecond. It's the power he's been bitchily craving the entire time. Now he's wondering if he's going to be able to handle it. The pale length of skin over his ass is seared red, and his knees tremble. If there isn't a bruise, he'll still be trying to sit awkwardly from the soreness that'll be in his bones.
He can't help the additional, softer moan, or wetness of his mouth with it open and panting.] Make me... [He rolls his eyes back over his arm and shoulder--it's mean to be deviant, but there's a twinge of succumbing.]
You were being a jerk when you said it, doesn't count.
[ That's the noise he wanted. It sure feels like winning a battle when he manages to wring that hitched breath out of him and it feels like he's won a dozen when he gets the startled moans. He knew Bakugou would be into this. (Okay, he didn't know but he has suspicions and he sure as shit wasn't wrong.) ]
You always sound good. [ Pause, as he considers and amends that statement. ] Less so when you're being a jerk, but, ah, I mean specifically, in a...this... context, I guess?
[ Yeah this is why he doesn't try dirty talking. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Midoriya shuts up and lands another smack, fingers tingling as residual lightning licks at them when he lets them linger against pink skin. Midoriya's own face is flushed faintly, cheeks rosy, freckles standing out against them as he eyes the curve of Bakugou's ass and then his face and lands three more, one after another. They're proper smacks now, not the idle warmup from before. His palm tingles when it's over for the moment and he flexes his fingers consideringly, watching what of Bakugou's face is visible. ]
...You've taken hits from me when I had One for All active but never like this. I wonder how much you or I could take, honestly. [ It's spanking, not physical combat so there's no adrenaline to offset the pain, but he's not sure if it's the pain or the forced submission that's really doing it for Bakugou, either. Bakugou probably will kill him if he gets distracted, though, so he leans over and fits himself against Bakugou from behind, cock resting on top of his cheeks, pressing gentle kisses over the muscle of one shoulder. His voice is deceptively sweet.] If you can take twenty like that without being a jerk, I'll do what you want, but if you want it sooner, you know what to say, Kacchan.
[This damn nerd thinks his name-calling can just be relegated to "doesn't count" because he was being a jerk! WHAT!
He's a second away from getting mad about it, but the smack to his ass reels him right back on the previous path. He gasps and arches, and electricity crackles over the curve of him. His face is hot against the couch, he can tell it himself, and the heat of it just rolls casually down his neck into his chest.]
I can... take whatever you give... Hurry... up... My fucking dick is hurting...!
[But it doesn't help each smack shoves his cock against the side of the couch. It isn't comfortable, but it's stimulation, it's rubbing. Fuck. Midoriya's weight is an addition, and when it settles on him, he pushes back against it hungrily. Warm and firm and as heavy as it should be. Something he's glad he didn't forget.] I don't... give a shit... I can take... twenty. However the fuck... many. [He doesn't think for a second he's going to last for twenty.
Not without running his mouth or, worse, spewing cum over the side of the couch.]
[ He doesn't repeat himself because he figures that indignant question is rhetorical and he doesn't want to wind Bakugou up further. Moments later it's followed up by the angry demand and Midoriya bites into the meat of his shoulder just hard enough to leave an imprint, stifling his own groan at the friction to his cock.
Focus. Midoriya gives one more lazy grind and then forces himself back. Twenty is fair; he knows how strong he is. He's really not worried about doing damage but he's also not sure exactly when fun pain turns into not fun pain. Bakugou'd probably tell him at this point, though, which is a weird reversal of what he'd been worried about. In an exasperated murmur under his breath: You know, that would be really helpful on the field. Telling me where you're hurt.
Bakugou still hasn't conceded, even if he's cheating by rubbing off against the couch. Midoriya knocks a foot between both of Bakugou's and lifts him again while pulling him back. It settles him just far enough away that he can't grind onto the couch anymore but probably isn't the most comfortable. There. Midoriya's a problem solver. ]
Wait for me, Kacchan.
[ It's a command, not a request like it's been so many times over the years. Midoriya lands three strikes in lazy succession afterward, then rubs his fingertips over the hot skin, the prickle of electricity making his hand tickle. It probably wouldn't take much convincing to get Bakugou to do it the other way around next time. May as well make it count.
He presses one last kiss against Bakugou's spine before straightening, the hand not spanking him at the moment now trailing lightly over his leg, the curve of his hip, lightning licking a line behind his fingers. He's going to have to ask him what this feels like, later. Better not to mention that now.]
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Date: 2018-12-13 07:00 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-16 04:14 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-17 06:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-20 03:34 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-12-20 03:59 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-20 05:04 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-21 01:33 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-21 04:32 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-21 06:38 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-12-22 01:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-22 02:08 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2018-12-22 03:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-22 03:27 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-22 05:21 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-22 09:09 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2018-12-22 05:43 pm (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2018-12-22 07:16 pm (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2018-12-25 01:02 pm (UTC)He thinks maybe Midoriya has given in, and he eases into getting worked up, into letting the warm pit grow in his groin. And then Midoriya’s hand is gone, but the growl of frustration getting ready to pop out of his mouth actually stutters when the palm strikes his ass and thighs. He moans the breathy, teeth-gritted “fuck” as color spread back through his tortured skin.]
...Deku...
[He feels like a rubber band stretched taut between two hands. The sting isn’t even a pain when his cock being fisted lingers behind like an unreachable and savory gift. Worse, he knows the color climbing his face is because he knows he should be humiliated by this. He is, but he’s also stubborn, and if he can pretend he isn’t, Midoriya won’t have any upper hand.
When has anything they’ve ever done not been a pissing contest?
There’s no warning when he goes for Midoriya’s cock like some kind of shark, no arms and all open mouth, twisted just enough at the shoulders to do it in one swoop. He gets the girth of it between his lips, shoves up so the head falls through his open mouth. He pulls like it’s a draught of something glorious snd he’s thirsty. Once, firm, before Midoriya can make any tries to remove him. He wants to return the ache.]
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Date: 2018-12-27 12:15 am (UTC)Bakugou might, though, judging by how he's reacting. Midoriya gives him a gentle little squeeze, running fingers slow up the underside of his dick and pairs it with another solid smack that echoes sharply in the quiet of the room. He's got this totally, 100% under control, except that he doesn't because he doesn't expect Bakugou's weight to shift abruptly and for him to shove himself down until he can get his mouth on his erection.
Midoriya makes a noise like all the air is punched out of him and hunches a little bit, hand digging into the meat of Bakugou's ass where it was resting, clenching a moment as he fights the urge to fuck up into his mouth. There are two ways to handle this, once he's done having a heart-attack at the sudden movement. He could treat it as something worth punishing, but he's not sure how far into the whole humiliation thing either of them want to go and the last thing he wants is to discourage Bakugou during something that's supposed to be some measure of fun. The alternate option, then.
Midoriya's hand lifts from his ass and rakes through Bakugou's messy hair, tilting his head just a touch so Midoriya can look down at him, tracing fingers over where Bakugou's lips are wrapped around his dick. ]
Kacchan... [ It's a murmur in response to Bakugou's earlier use of his name, no chastising or teasing in his expression. Instead, his smile widens a little and carefully, he helps adjust both of them so there's less pressure on Bakugou and he still has access to the rest of him. ] Not that I don't appreciate it, but I really, really um.... your teeth are really close there and if I smack you too hard --
[ please don't bite his dick off he really needs it???? ]
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Date: 2018-12-28 12:14 am (UTC)He works it for a moment or two with no tenderness. The sucking is hard, and he bares down briefly with his teeth until he gets to the head, and then he lets it pop out of his lips wetly. The whole time, he won't take his hungry eyes off Midoriya's face. He's been sufficiently teased, and he hates it. Suffer.
None too gently, he drops his chest up against Midoriya's own, just far enough down his lips are barely shy of reaching Midoriya's when he tips his head back. They've already wrestled, broken a table, and he's been spanked right at the edge of painfully enjoying it. The voice he gives Midoriya is low and hoarse, but no less thick with the usual growling.]
Would you fucking shut up and fuck me already, Izuku, you bastard. Let me go, shithead. If you think I'm not going to fucking ride you into the goddamn floor below us...
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Date: 2018-12-28 01:15 am (UTC)Kacchan.
[ He tries to sound mad but it's mostly low and raw, toes curling into the carpet as he shudders through the attention and meets bright red eyes a moment later. Bakugou's ass still gets a retaliatory smack, this one with a touch of his quirk to it, the crack shockingly loud. He'd meant to make this something where he well and truly ruins Bakugou, the kind of thing where he's a puddle on the bed but even Midoriya's patience isn't endless, it turns out. ]
I think you're misunderstanding how this is going to go, Kacchan. [ He keeps the grip on Bakugou's arms, and hefts him up like they're handles to a grocery bag. Bakugou can help and walk (or not) but either way, Midoriya is getting them standing and pushing Bakugou down over the arm of the couch. One hand stays firm around his wrists to hold him in place, and the other pushes Bakugou's cheek into the couch, hand fisted in his hair. Against the curve of his reddened ass, Midoriya rolls his hips, cock sliding against it aimlessly. ]
"Izuku, I'll be good." That's all it takes, Kacchan.
[ And another quirk-tinged smack, no longer the teasing warm-up blows from before. Green lightning prickles over their skin a moment. ]
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Date: 2018-12-28 01:34 am (UTC)There's only mild resistant when Midoriya shifts them, shifts him. If he wanted to get out of a snowballed One For All, he'd have to be crafty. Though he supposes he could also try to One For All himself, but that'd ruin both their hardons. (Would it?)]
Go to hell! I fucking said your name, you prick! You didn't-- [His breath hitches for a second, and then comes out hissed and messy with his face pressed into the couch.] --fucking say--anything about--being good.
[The hit, though. The hit is punishment enough. He moans, sudden and loud, and maybe not entirely pleasured, and he thinks his heart stops for half a millisecond. It's the power he's been bitchily craving the entire time. Now he's wondering if he's going to be able to handle it. The pale length of skin over his ass is seared red, and his knees tremble. If there isn't a bruise, he'll still be trying to sit awkwardly from the soreness that'll be in his bones.
He can't help the additional, softer moan, or wetness of his mouth with it open and panting.] Make me... [He rolls his eyes back over his arm and shoulder--it's mean to be deviant, but there's a twinge of succumbing.]
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Date: 2018-12-28 01:55 am (UTC)[ That's the noise he wanted. It sure feels like winning a battle when he manages to wring that hitched breath out of him and it feels like he's won a dozen when he gets the startled moans. He knew Bakugou would be into this. (Okay, he didn't know but he has suspicions and he sure as shit wasn't wrong.) ]
You always sound good. [ Pause, as he considers and amends that statement. ] Less so when you're being a jerk, but, ah, I mean specifically, in a...this... context, I guess?
[ Yeah this is why he doesn't try dirty talking. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Midoriya shuts up and lands another smack, fingers tingling as residual lightning licks at them when he lets them linger against pink skin. Midoriya's own face is flushed faintly, cheeks rosy, freckles standing out against them as he eyes the curve of Bakugou's ass and then his face and lands three more, one after another. They're proper smacks now, not the idle warmup from before. His palm tingles when it's over for the moment and he flexes his fingers consideringly, watching what of Bakugou's face is visible. ]
...You've taken hits from me when I had One for All active but never like this. I wonder how much you or I could take, honestly. [ It's spanking, not physical combat so there's no adrenaline to offset the pain, but he's not sure if it's the pain or the forced submission that's really doing it for Bakugou, either. Bakugou probably will kill him if he gets distracted, though, so he leans over and fits himself against Bakugou from behind, cock resting on top of his cheeks, pressing gentle kisses over the muscle of one shoulder. His voice is deceptively sweet.] If you can take twenty like that without being a jerk, I'll do what you want, but if you want it sooner, you know what to say, Kacchan.
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Date: 2018-12-28 03:02 am (UTC)[This damn nerd thinks his name-calling can just be relegated to "doesn't count" because he was being a jerk! WHAT!
He's a second away from getting mad about it, but the smack to his ass reels him right back on the previous path. He gasps and arches, and electricity crackles over the curve of him. His face is hot against the couch, he can tell it himself, and the heat of it just rolls casually down his neck into his chest.]
I can... take whatever you give... Hurry... up... My fucking dick is hurting...!
[But it doesn't help each smack shoves his cock against the side of the couch. It isn't comfortable, but it's stimulation, it's rubbing. Fuck. Midoriya's weight is an addition, and when it settles on him, he pushes back against it hungrily. Warm and firm and as heavy as it should be. Something he's glad he didn't forget.] I don't... give a shit... I can take... twenty. However the fuck... many. [He doesn't think for a second he's going to last for twenty.
Not without running his mouth or, worse, spewing cum over the side of the couch.]
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Date: 2018-12-28 04:18 am (UTC)Focus. Midoriya gives one more lazy grind and then forces himself back. Twenty is fair; he knows how strong he is. He's really not worried about doing damage but he's also not sure exactly when fun pain turns into not fun pain. Bakugou'd probably tell him at this point, though, which is a weird reversal of what he'd been worried about. In an exasperated murmur under his breath: You know, that would be really helpful on the field. Telling me where you're hurt.
Bakugou still hasn't conceded, even if he's cheating by rubbing off against the couch. Midoriya knocks a foot between both of Bakugou's and lifts him again while pulling him back. It settles him just far enough away that he can't grind onto the couch anymore but probably isn't the most comfortable. There. Midoriya's a problem solver. ]
Wait for me, Kacchan.
[ It's a command, not a request like it's been so many times over the years. Midoriya lands three strikes in lazy succession afterward, then rubs his fingertips over the hot skin, the prickle of electricity making his hand tickle. It probably wouldn't take much convincing to get Bakugou to do it the other way around next time. May as well make it count.
He presses one last kiss against Bakugou's spine before straightening, the hand not spanking him at the moment now trailing lightly over his leg, the curve of his hip, lightning licking a line behind his fingers. He's going to have to ask him what this feels like, later. Better not to mention that now.]
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