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[ Midoriya's stomach does a series of flips and twists at something as ridiculous as Bakugou's smirk and accompanying hand, squirming when it's gone. It's not fair how Bakugou just knows how to do that to him. ]

Not much of a threat.

[ He grimaces a little as he sits up, a little stiff from where he'd fallen wrong onto the coffee table but before he can get too far Bakugou's got a hand in his hair. Midoriya's breath catches despite himself and he lets himself get pulled into place while a hand braces on the curve of his hip, sliding back to smooth just his fingertips over where he'd landed strikes earlier.

After a moment of just admiring Bakugou's face, he tries to steal a kiss against the hand in his hair as a lever.]

Is that a threat Kacchan? [ He hopes it's a promise. Midoriya's fingers touch gingerly just above the curve of Bakugou's ass, lightning crawling along his fingertips.] Next time, but you'll have to win.

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[The challenge is not what Midoriya needs to be issuing. Bakugou just eats it up without even breathing; the fire in his eyes is everything. His fist tightens in Midoriya's hair momentarily, and his breath hitches from the depth the soreness reaches when Midoriya's fingers rub his skin.

He steals more than a peck when he devours Midoriya's mouth.

When he pulls away, he shoves Midoriya in the chest gently, trying to push Midoriya back on the bed and get a lead on going to the bathroom.] I'm a hero. I always win. [The glint is still there when he smirks back over his shoulder, but he doesn't stop in the journey to the bathroom.

The worst thing about America is usually showers and bathtubs aren't always split. The best thing about rich America is there's a fancy shower and a bathtub. He can run the bath for them easily while also waiting to drag Midoriya into the shower to scrub off.]

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[ His breath hitches, catches in his throat and Bakugou is kissing him, stealing the rest of the breath straight from his lungs. The kiss combined with the gentle shove does exactly what it's supposed to; Midoriya goes where he's pushed with a dopey smile and it takes him a second to realize that Bakguou's continued on. ]

Do heroes cheat now by kissing as a distraction?

[ Please, like he wasn't the one cheating and using Katsuki between praise. It's absolutely fair and Midoriya is already vaulting off of the bed to catch up with him, pressing smacking, over-exaggerated kisses to Bakguou's shoulder when the other beats him. ]

You know I sent a picture of all of this to the group chat and Yaoyorozu called it - I think she said 'quaint'? Todoroki called it gaudy.

[ The bathtub is massive but next to it is a showering area with the double heads and rainfall. It's extravagant, like an overdone hotel, but Midoriya can't say he's upset about having a massive bath to come and sit in when he's off duty and his whole body is a bruise.

On the wall, there's a panel which he presses a red arrow on, and a second red arrow appears which he also presses. The bath is stoppered and the water turned on, the shower following a moment after. It doesn't take long for the room to get humid around them, fog creeping up the mirror. ]

The floors are programmable. So if you get up earlier or later than me, you just set it to the hours you want it hot, and it'll preheat your towels for when you get out of the shower, too.

[ Bakugou it's insane. ]

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[Bakugou, even with all the conveniences of Japan, with the conveniences of richer Japan, is surprised. He wants to be offended and call this a lack of being humble, but there’s really no boasting or strutting unless someone is actually in the room, so...

Under his breath, he mutters something while Midoriya pushes the buttons. His eyes flick back and forth, watching what kinds of crazy things light up for them when activated.] This is fucking ridiculous. Halfy wasn’t wrong. This is gaudy as hell. [At the shower, he inspects the design of it and then sticks his hand beneath the water to test it. Damn. Everything is too fancy. He feels almost grimey—at least for the time being.

But the water is nice, and he’s tired, and he wants to wash off. So he steps halfway in and turns to peer back at Midoriya.] Hurry up if you wanna fucking get in the bath. Come on. [He could just rinse off himself, but he wants to annoy Midoriya with his presence even in the shower. This time really. He’ll give Midoriya breaks from him later.

The nerd deserves it for spanking his ass raw and making it awkward for him to sit now.]

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[ Mr. Stark hasn't heard the word humble in years, probably. Midoriya's kind of over it, or at the very least he likes the conveniences this offers. ]

It's... excessive.

[ It'll be really, really nice to be home where the most exciting thing is a warmed toilet seat, which somehow places here don't have. They can heat the floors and towels but that's it, apparently.

Midoriya goes where he's beckoned, sliding the door shut behind him and steps under the spray, curls flattening against his head. He blinks water out of his eyes and grins at Bakugou, already reaching for the soap to lather his hands up and start working over Bakugou. He's helping. He certainly doesn't look annoyed, just soft. ]

It's supposed to snow next month, too. Too bad they don't make winter jackets of heroes, yet, unless it fits with their Quirk.

[ :( ]

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[Thankfully, he’s love-drunk enough to be a rather mellow cat. When Midoriya attacks him with hands and soap, he’s too busy being lulled by the water’s warth and the sight of how attractive Midoriya looks soaked, hair pushed back so all of the bright and freckled face can be seen. For a bit, Bakugou looks decidedly stupid as the hands roam some of his body.

All he can do is hum and half-lid his eyes, the tips of his fingers gracing Midoriya’s hips to keep him balanced.

Is he going to last long enough for the bath?] Nn—hey. [The warning is lazy, but he twitches slightly when Midoriya’s hands tickle by his ribs on each side. The sensation is pleasantly arousing but mostly a nuisance—he’a ticklish a little, even stacked, sue him. Getting partially hard again is hilarious, but mostly telling: he’s enjoying being pampered despite as much fuss as he makes sometimes about being touched. And maybe this is why.]

Don’t need... mm... a jacket. Gotta sweat, idiot... Just need a... shirt... that won’t wick m’sweat...

[Jesus. His soft moan is an ache, and he stands a little straighter when Midoriya’s hands pass over the flesh of his abused ass. Technically, he asked for it. But Midoriya got him good, and it hurts to tighten the muscles.]

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[ The complacency is great, honestly. Midoriya takes the time he has to run his fingers over Bakugou's body, soaping up the line of his neck, down over his shoulders, laughing quietly when it's clear he hits a ticklish spot on Bakugou's chest. He doesn't linger, but he does press a kiss to Bakugou's soapy shoulder and then another, and another, until he's kissed his way up to the line of his jaw and Midoriya can nuzzle against him all lazy affection. ]

You're not on duty all the time. I mean... well, we sort of are, but we won't be working every moment and it does get cold.

[ Midoriya makes a soft sympathetic noise when Bakugou tenses, straightens as he clearly is sore from what happened earlier. Tomorrow's going to be worse, arguably, but they can do a little about it at least.

Soapy hands make their way down Bakugou's hips, clearing away the mess off his belly and then trailing further, Midoriya kissing a line down Bakugou's body as he slides soapy hands over him, ignoring his cock save for a kiss on the way down. ]

If you want to get in the bath first, I'll finish up here?

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Mmm.

[If he could sink into the floor as a puddle of explosive goop, he would one hundred percent do it right now. He doesn’t deserve Midoriya at all. None. There’s nothing quite like being intimate after so long and then getting spoiled after.

The fleeting kiss makes his cock jump a bit from the sensuality of it, but he doesn’t follow up with anything but a resting hand on Midoriya’s head until the other man is level with him again. Gently, he grunts. Though instead of rinsing and heading out, he loops his thick arms around Midoriya’s shoulders and neck and squishes them together so he can rub some of the soap off. There’s a few nipping kisses offered to Midoriya’s jaw, and then he draws away finally to stand like a dumb statue beneath the water and wash off.

His hair lays flat for all of ten seconds. Even wet, the ends seem to expel the water and spike up, lacking the usual fluff. He gives his head a shake, and then the hair really does puff out as he slithers from the shower to the bath.

Unfortunately, his ass is sore, so Midoriya gets an echoed bathroom full of hissed, exasperated curses while he tries to sit down. Then, muttered, a command to hurry up. Probably so he can turn over and wedge himself stomach-down between Midoriya’s legs.]

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[ To be fair, he is quick about washing up and rinsing off. He's taken enough blows to know that sitting in the bathtub while sore is doable, but if it's your lower back and legs that hurt it's not the best method of relaxing.

Telling Bakugou he looks like a wet dandelion isn't going to win him any points but he thinks it, and that's enough. The shower is shut off and Midoriya crouches down to grab something out from under the sink before dripping his way over to the lump of complaining pro-hero in the bath. He adds a quick dump of the salt he'd grabbed, figuring that'll maybe not help but smell nice and not hurt. ]

Alright, give me just...a second.

[ He's surveying the situation like it's a battlefield and not a bathtub, slowly one foot, then the next, easing into the nearly too-hot water with a low groan as he ends up with his back against the tub wall, legs stretched out. One damp hand lifts and beckons Bakugou closer, folding him in against his own body once they get situated, already digging fingers into the meat of his shoulders to start working kinks out. ]

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Mn... Come on already...

[The salt soak gets poured in, and Bakugou watches it all like a hawk. Watches Midoriya painstakingly climb in, not unlike a predator waiting in the brush. Even before Midoriya goes to give the signal, Bakugou is twisting and snaking in.

He isn't as heavy as he would be with the water, thank God, but he drops everything of himself on top of Midoriya's chest, swallows the other man as much as he can when Midoriya nearly matches him anyway.

There's a soft, air moan as he tucks his face in against Midoriya's neck, trying to rest his head in the crook of the shoulder without water splashing up into his ear or on the side of his face. Ahhh, finally. Relaxation. And other than his sore ass, he feels good for it.

One of the few times Midoriya is going to get snuggled on purpose by him except for the occasional times when he's just about to fall asleep or just waking up. Enjoy.]

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Oof. Watch your knee, Kacchan.

[ Midoriya goes as still as humanly possible to let Bakugou settle however he intend to but the moment he's finally stopped moving he eases back a little further and shamelessly starts touching him.

The sex is good, great, even. They fight well together when they manage to work together without arguing. Midoriya's not the most experienced ever with relationships but they work together well, too, as far as he can tell. Still, nothing is quite like this. This is the kind of thing he usually manages to get late nights or early mornings it's infrequent at best, since they have so much going on. Having a whole day together is good, but a whole afternoon where Bakugou's compliant and lazy and cuddly is something Midoriya is going to get as much out of as he can. ]

You gonna fall asleep?

[ It's not the best angle but he works his way into the meat of a bicep and then goes further down to where he'd been holding Bakugou's arms tight, massaging out any tension that might be there, lazily dropping kisses on damp hair. He's teasing, but really the concern is that he'll fall asleep. ]

One of us has to stay awake. We can't drown in the bathtub.

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[Midoriya gets a kind of thurping noise of mild acknowledgment. The fingers are delicious, but he pays less attention to their work and more to the heat of the water and how well he fits against Midoriya's body. The clean scent of soaped skin is lulling.]

Mm. M'awake... damn... Just... dozing.

[The arms don't feel as bad as the ass, but they look a little rough for right now. By the morning, they won't be as noticeable--the reddish bands of where Midoriya had wrestled him and held him in place. They're more like battle wounds than abuse scars.

In any regard, his head bumps under Midoriya's jaw before settling again. He's quiet for a while, and the steady depth of his breathing is like he's fallen asleep. His lashes don't brush back and forth over Midoriya's neck; he must have them shut.

But his low, growlish voice breaks the silence.] You got stronger.

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Mhm.

[ Down one arm and then onto the next and once those are done, he's running his hands over the expanse of wet skin, tracing the line of his shoulder, drawing circles with his fingers over Bakugou's spine.

From this angle the red of his ass is very noticeable; Midoriya won't apologize for it because it's not something to apologize for but he's glad he has lotion, somewhere, some ridiculously expensive stuff from a care package sent to him after a mission. That was a weird thing to get, but he supposes it's better than some alternatives.

For a while, he's lost in his own thoughts. His eyes close after a few minutes of sitting there and he tips his head back, listening to Bakugou breathe. There's a jump when he finally speaks, startled, like he hadn't expected Bakugou to start talking again. ] I... so did you. I didn't want to be behind when I got back to all of you.

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Idiot.

[He doesn't move from where he's at; his breath is warm on the wet slope of Midoriya's neck where his lips stay. The water is, in general, placid, but there's a hint of dismissal in his tone even if he's not splashing around.

Didn't want to get behind. Bakugou very faintly scoffs to himself. Like hell. He'd be a moron to not admit the fact they'd be behind if Midoriya came here alone and then went back to them. They'd be the one in the dust. Midoriya would have jumped several levels above them with the experience.]

You wouldn't have been fucking behind anybody. I wouldn't have let you come back if you were.

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No more Izuku, huh?

[ It was not going to last, he knows.

With a faux-disappointed sigh, Midoriya lifts a leg out of the water to turn the dripping faucet off and then drops it back in to tangle with Bakugou's legs. Next time he does the whole jerk-naming thing maybe Midoriya'll call him something disgustingly sweet, instead.

Baby, he mouths, because that one is the first that comes to mind. Imagining saying it isn't as bad as it could be. There's this thing they taught at the foster meeting about positive reinforcement with pets. Bakugou wasn't of course, a pet, but yelling at him didn't work, and asking him to stop wouldn't get anywhere.

So, hybrid solution for the future, maybe. Midoriya runs a kiss along his hairline, cheek resting on top of his head for a moment while he listens to him talk, shivering faintly at the contrast of his breath on cool skin. ]

Let me come back? You would have personally stopped the plane. [ pause, wait, this is Bakugou. ] You probably would've. It's a good thing you're coming back with me, then.

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[Saying Izuku would get better with time, but right now, saying it feels entirely more intimate than Izuku calling him Kacchan which is already about as intimate as it gets. Hopefully, he'll pull the stick out of his ass and start just using Izuku, his pride and their history be damned.]

I'd have stopped the whole goddamn plane. [The positive reinforcement needs to come sooner rather than later.] I came to make sure you were up to par and weren't embarrassing the rest of us in front of shitty Americans.

[He came because he was lonely and worried.]

Mn.

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If you were worried about that you wouldn't have told me to come here.

[ His chest rumbles with a laugh and both of his arms come up in a loose, not lingering hug.

Midoriya's kind of dumb about something but not about this. It means a lot that Bakugou even considered staying here let alone that he actually did it. He knows where they stand with each other and it isn't on I came to save you from yourself. But pointing that out isn't going to do anything good, either. Smothering a yawn, he drapes an arm around Bakugou and tips his head against the neck-rest once more. ]

I'm glad you're here. I don't regret doing it but it's... [ Terrifying, mostly. Midoriya lets out another little laugh, sheepish. The honest truth: ] It really just makes All Might seem even cooler. It's terrifying, but he did it. I have to do my best, too.

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Shut up...

[It's muttered thickly in the groove of Midoriya's neck where he won't take his face from in the slightest. There's some grumbling about the movement, about the hug, the sloshing water as Midoriya shifts the heavy arms and wide hands, but it's nothing more than fuss.]

Yeah. [His soft is surprisingly soft. The lashes of his eyes tickle Midoriya's jawline, closed, open, looking to the side.] You've got big fucking shoes to fill for someone who fucking gave some of One For All to me.

[He doesn't sound mad. Maybe... concerned, in his own way. He still doesn't like that he has One For All, insurance or not. All Might had it, and All Might gave it to Midoriya for a reason. Bakugou respect that more than anything.

So it means Midoriya is getting the damn quirk back.]

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[ He needs to keep moving or he's going to fall asleep. It helps to have his hands doing something, but eventually, he settles for the loose armhold, fingers dragging tiny circles. ]

I'll take it back, Kacchan.

[ It'd never been with the intent to keep it with Bakugou forever. Admittedly, now that he understood how it worked, he wasn't sure what it meant that it'd been so long. If Bakugou's head lifts to do it, his will too but for the moment he's still. He hasn't gotten all of the information he wanted out of this so far, and Mr. Stark's labs are the best place to test it to undertand it but he can do that on his own. ]

And don't... don't say it like that. There's nothing wrong with you, Kacchan. I told you, there's no one else I'd rather be here with me.

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[The reassurance is received, but not commented on except for a soft grunt into Midoriya's neck. The acknowledgement is the gentle squeeze of his thick arms around Midoriya's middle, like he's shifting, but it's pretty much a hug in all sense of things.]

I know you're gonna take it back, dammit. I said you would. And I don't think nothin' is wrong with-- [--me?

There's a noise that starts in pretty much every room, a kind of ringing chime through the intercom systems on the wall.] What the hell is that? [To Bakugou, it sounds like... a phone. Oh no.

He's already starting to loosen his arms and pull away like a frightened cat. But instead of getting prepared to jump out, he sinks down further into the water, letting it rise up over his shoulders, up his neck, up over his nose. He gives Midoriya a Look of both worry and warning.

Do not video call with his ass in here; he'll die. Because he will go under and hold his breath.]

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Well then don't say it like tha—

[ Oh. Midoriya blinks up at the ceiling and opens his mouth only to realize Bakugou's tense and sinking down, not up. ]

...Kacchan.

[ That's not going to help if you drown, buddy. Midoriya rolls his eyes to the ceiling and pets a hand through Bakugou's hair. There should be call prioritization; if it's not an emergency then it's his boss. As if on cue, JARVIS points out that it's Mr. Stark and Midoriya's eyes go wide.

S-Sure, just a sec. It takes some wiggling to get the monitor to not show that he's naked in the bath with the other person Stark just hired and while the call is short, Midoriya's face is on fire the whole time and he keeps jumbling his words. He survives, somehow. Stark hangs up and Midoriya refuses to think about how JARVIS sounds faintly amused as the video screen pulls back and Midoriya is left looking at Bakuguo in the water. ]

...you can come up now.

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[Right before the screen comes on, Bakugou bobs up and takes a deep breath before disappearing under the water up to his eyeballs. He's banking on the fact, if the Midoriya can get the monitor right, he'll be hidden by the walls of the tub and won't have to go under completely.

But boy he looks like an irritable cat in the eyes the whole time, locked on Midoriya though he appears to be listening intently to the voice on the other side of the tub.

That bastard who hasn't bothered to meet him just yet. Damn, he wants to throw himself up and fussy, but it'd only be awkward for the two of them who are stuck together in the tub. This sucks. He has to sit and stew. He can't even pop off at the palms; the water dampens the sweat and the nitro... but maybe the bath starts smell a tad sweeter.

Finally, he breaches the surface and gasps loudly.] Ass! [He's thankful for good stamina even if he had been reaching the end of his air supply.]

What the hell!

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[ He's given Barkugou a couple baths since getting her. It's always an adventure because she hates it, he hates it, but it's totally necessary and he usually ends up getting nipped at a couple times. This isn't that different, really. If anything there's just as much of a chance of being bitten.

Giving Bakugou a flat look, he lifts a hand and flicks water off his fingertips and at his cheeks and nose gently. ]

He's um... Actually, everyone here is very...personable. [ Delicately trying to find a way to say loud and nosy. ] He's probably the most out of any of the people here, though. You...get used to it? Mostly.

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[Surprisingly? It works. He doesn't even get angry about the water in his face, just flinches in reflex then grumbles low under his breath and wipes his face with the back of an arm.]

Tch. Don't they know any damn thing about privacy? Fuck off.

[His face pinches, but... he actually starts to slowly relax, slowly make his way back between Midoriya's knees and up against Midoriya's chest. Not quite as tucked as before although he props his chin on a meaty part of Midoriya's pectoral.]

Americans.

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I think he considers privacy a guideline or something.

[ Like a dubious cat. Bakugou sinks back down onto him and Midoriya sinks back in turn, his arm going right back around Bakugou's broad shoulders. ]

How is your chin so pointy.

[ It's not really a question or a complaint; Midoriya slits one eye open to look at him before his lip twitches up despite himself, and he relaxes back into the bath. ]

They're...something. Here, especially. People just yell at you! It's normal! [ To be fair Bakugou just yells at him half the time but that's different. ]