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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. ]

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Mn. Shut up...

[Purposefully, he doesn’t lift his chin or turn his head to rest his cheek on Midoriya’s chest instead. His red eyes narrow suspicious, one brow arching sharply.] The hell is so funny, nerd? [The expression dissipates into something mildly exasperated about the rise in Midoriya’s voice. Look. It isn’t often Midoriya does it. Honestly, it’s kind of... thrilling. For a moment.

But he scoffs and rolls his eyes.] Yeah, well, if they yell, I’m gonna fucking yell back. Ain’t nobody gonna yell at me and get away with it. Mn... [Only then does he finally knock Midoriya with his chin and turn his head to the side.]

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You shut up.

[ There's no heat to it, just amusement. New York is wild and everyone here is loud and kind of rude but it's thrilling and Midoriya loves it as much as he's perpetually tired by it. ]

Yeah, I know you will. That's what I'm worried about. [ Not that worried, though, because Bakugou's made it this far and he's grown a great deal. It feels weird to be proud of that when he hasn't had too much to do with it but he is all the same. ] Hey.

[ He tips his head up enough to drop a smooch on Bakugou's forehead and then moves again, his hand trailing down to press against Bakugou's ass lightly. ]

Let me put something on this later? To help with the sting, at least a little bit.

Edited Date: 2019-01-01 12:22 am (UTC)

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[WOW. Wow. Midoriya has gotten the hottest sense of fire he's ever seen in his life ever since they jumped into U.A. In a way, Bakugou enjoys it. The step-up Midoriya has given him. On the other hand, it's strange to get back what he gives.

It breaks down his resolve. So he ends up merely making a sour expression, hides his face against Midoriya's collar until the, Hey. He glances up in time to get smacked on the forehead with a kiss. Nice...

Then his ass is touched, and he jumps lightly out of habit, splashing water.] Hey! Nn. [Somewhat embarrassed, he again concealing his face at the start of Midoriya's neck.] M'fine.

You just want an excuse to touch my ass.

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[ He's not worried he's offended Bakugou, necessarily, but there's a beat of concern when Bakugou presses his face further into Midoriya's throat that he's not sure if it's alright. ]

It's not that! [ Well, it is. A little. But he doesn't need spanking Bakugou as a reason to touch his boyfriend...boything's ass. Not when it's readily available for the next few months. He likes doing it, sure, because it is a nice ass and it's good for Bakugou to know that he appreciates it or something.

But also, he just...wants to take care of him. Going to bed early is about the only thing he can think of Bakugou doing for himself and Midoriya's not much better but he does want to do this, small things that benefit both of them. ] You'd let me touch it anyway, Kacchan. But no, it's just... you know, when I was away? I didn't think anything could happen to either of us, but if it did...

[ This is like 1000 times more somber than he intended, and now his face is warm, embarrassed at his own softness. ]

Nevermind. The offer's there if you want. I'd also be fine just getting more cheesesteaks and wandering downtown, though.

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Tch.

[Yeah, okay. Midoriya isn't wrong. Bakugou would let the other man touch his ass whenever, but not without making some kind of earning of it. Or taunting.

For a long moment or two, he's quiet, his brows drawn together. He doesn't lift his face to look at Midoriya's; he knows what's being thought, he understands the weight of what's being said. And he hates it. Mostly because it's things he also thinks about often.] Fine. [Carefully, he untangles himself and draws away without reluctance or hesitation.]

Hurry up and get the hell out then. [Is he waiting? No. He's climbing out of water and tub himself, not worried about being completely wet and dragging for one of the towels.

There ain't no reason this guy should be looking this much like a snack. Wet and well-defined, thick legs and thick arms, thicker shoulders but with all of it balanced symmetrically, with it not being too big. Maybe it's something Midoriya wants to chase back out to the bed.

A short cacophony of high barks greets him when he leaves with nothing but the towel.] Yeah, yeah. Master's busy catering to me because I'm not the fraud. [This gets a few more barks, but there's a playful growl of noise in return.]

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I-I meant, you know, later not...

[ What does it matter what he meant, since Bakugou's getting out of the bath without a second thought. Midoriya yelps quietly as he's showered with water and gets a face full of Bakugou on his way up before he hops out.

It takes Midoriya moment to recover and not stare like he's being presented with a ten-course meal after just eating. He knows the line of Bakugou's body intimately, has kissed and touched nearly every inch of all that skin that's damp and on display for him but it still makes him a little bit stupid.

Then, Bakugou is gone and Midoriya's still in the bath like a moron. He fumbles for the plug and hauls himself out, giving himself a cursory once-over with the towel and then uses a touch of his quirk to end up behind the other man, sliding damp arms around him, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. ]

It really is too bad you can't walk around like that all the time.

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[Out of reflex, Bakugou tenses slightly when Midoriya suddenly appears, but then he relaxes in the arms and under the kiss.] I can if I wanna. [BUT, the point:]

Ain't no one else got any business seeing my ass except you anyway.

[Who said he can't be as possessive over himself as he is over Midoriya? He's too Good, deep down. There's rules to abide by even in relationships. Like not screwing around when your boyfriend-not-boyfriend flies off across the damn globe for half a year. He's an ass, but he's got some respect for standards.

Without saying anything, he twists in Midoriya's hold so they're facing. He peers at Midoriya a moment, and then he suddenly stoops a bit, looping his arms around Midoriya's middle and waist. It's not hard to haul even the other man up over his shoulder again, tucking an arm around the back of the thighs. It's not hard, but it's a challenge; Midoriya isn't a light-weight with all the muscle.]

Stop wasting time, nerd. You owe me an ass rub. I'm gonna collect.

[Which means he's carting Midoriya off to the bed again. Give him his ass massage.]

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[ The searching look gets a smile in response, soft and warm and kind of dopey. Bakugou didn't mean it as some kind of grand romantic statement probably but that's sure what it sounded like and he's going to let himself simmer in the contentment that thought brings for a moment.

He doesn't realize what's happening because he's still sleepy and lax from orgasm and a bath, that's his excuse for why when Bakugou stoops, Midoriya winds up tossed over his shoulder again without even a chance to stop it.

Obediently, Midoriya pats the ass that's now in front of and below him, not fighting as he's manhandled over to what he's going to assume is the bed. How very caveman. (He can't pretend like he doesn't like it, though, so.) ]

Stop by the dresser and get the blue bottle out of the top drawer on our way past, then.

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Hey.

[It's not a terrible warning, but a warning nonetheless. The skin on his ass is still sore even with pats. At least it's not bright red; instead, it's a deep and satisfying mahogany again his pale skin, speckled with a few darker splotches or purple. He's really not going to be able to sit comfortable for half a week. Shit.

At the dresser, he stops as told and opens it to dig through for the blue bottle. It's not hard to find at all; Midoriya is organized to hell and back as usual, but Bakugou wants to rumple up the work it took to make everything neat by slapping his meaty hand back and forth with no regard. Clearly, Midoriya went this long without anyone (ha ha) to give him hell. Bakugou has to be the one to do it now that he's here.

He shuts the drawer with his hip and slides to the bed to drop Midoriya off his shoulder. The bottle is then dropped on the center of Midoriya's chest pointedly. But rather than flop face-first beside, Bakugou pushes two fists into the bed on the left and right of Midoriya's ribs, leans in, and kisses him square and firm on the lips. It's not mouth-eating, but it's a very aggressive and taking thing. A quick, consuming exploration, and then he's gone again.

This time, he does drop over on the clear expanse of the bed beside Midoriya, stomach-first.]

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Kacchaaaaan.

[ Getting his big dumb hands in there and messing everything up, of course!! Of course. Nothing can be simple or easy or nice, he's just biologically hardwired to be a pain in the ass, isn't he. At least he gets the bottle and Midoriya is then tumbled onto the bed with a bounce, the bottle dropping after him with a thunk.

Bakugou's kiss is accepted with a pleased, if a little surprised hum, arching into it with a happy wiggle but before it goes too far Bakugou's pulling back and flopping over. Of course. He takes a second to catch his breath and then throws one leg over Bakugou's, hauling himself up to avoid the bruising. He winds up straddling Bakugou's knees effectively, but it works.

There's a faint menthol scent to the lotion when he cracks it open and warms it against his fingers. He starts with Bakugou's thighs where there's the flush of color edging upward, gentle for how large and rough his fingers are. ]

I love that you trusted me enough to let me do this. [ Another generous application of lotion to his hands, sliding it across the meat of a thigh, just before the curve of his ass. He's downright delicate about application, though it's clear it's appreciative, too. His fingers linger on the insides of his thighs, trail feather-light along the curve of his ass before coming back with more. If he leans carefully, he can press a kiss to Bakugou's back while he works without hurting where he'd spanked earlier, so he does, smiling against his skin. ] You're the best, Kacchan.

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Mnn... [Both arms fold beneath his chin and neck to prop himself up. Sadly (""sadly""), this rolls the muscles of his shoulders together and stands the curve of them out against his skin. His arms and biceps and shoulder blades are a plate of power, not hard but well-defined, dropping off into the smoothness of his back, the one Midoriya kisses.] Mm--ow!

Watch your fucking hands, dammit.

[But it's not even Midoriya's hands which are gentle and attentive. It's only the raw spanked flesh plaguing him after being pampered by warm water and bath salt.

In the end, he doesn't look back to give Midoriya the heat of his eyes, and that means he's not angry. Maybe not even irritable. Not when he gives a low murmur into his arms and a pinkish flush start looping around the tops of his shoulders and up his neck.]

M'not... afraid of you... [A pause for him to try not to make a noise against the fingers running the best parts of his thighs. He's hard again, dammit, but lacks the fire and crave for initiation. It's more of an appreciation. He enjoys it; his body shows it.] ...idiot.

You do somethin' to me... and I'll just beat your ass to hell.

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Don't be a baby.

[ Big strong hero man brought down by some fingers drawing circles on his skin, sure. Midoriya braces both hands on to the bed just enough that he doesn't risk pressing against Bakugou's ass and actually hurting him. His cock rests lightly between Bakugou's cheeks, half-hard, though he doesn't grind down. The position means tensing his core and effectively doing a pushup, but lets him explore all those corded muscles with a series of appreciative kisses, pressing a lingering one to where he'd bitten earlier.

He retreats after just a few moments of it, going back to smearing the cooling lotion onto Bakugou's skin, achingly gentle for how strong he is. Despite the temptation, his fingers don't trail down between Bakugou's cheeks, even if he wants to because he has no idea how this lotion would react and doesn't want to actually hurt him.

Once he's past the danger zone of bruising and pinked skin, he digs his thumbs into the meat of his lower back, working firmly to press any tension out of him with the same single-minded determination he applies everywhere. ]

Would it kill you to be nice? [ There's no real complaint in his tone, the question conversational like he's accepted this is how Bakugou works. (It is, and he has.) ]

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You're not dead, so I am being nice.

[It's muttered into his arms, sounding lazy and not argumentative. No one understands why Midoriya loves this moron. This stacked, puffy-headed, attractive, growling moron.

The slope of his back curves under Midoriya's kneading hands, letting them slip from his waist up. The lotion is cooling, maybe a bit tingly, but feels good on his warmly abused back end and thighs. An appreciative moan eases out of him, soft. He hasn't had anyone work his muscles with their hands since... probably sometime before Midoriya left to come here.

One hand peels away from the other and his chin, drops carefully back by his side so he can brush the fingertips along a small part of Midoriya's knee and thigh he can reach.]

You keep it... up... and I'm gonna... end up fucking you through the bed.

[Very slowly, a pair of red eyes is turned to peer around the edge of his arm and shoulder back at Midoriya. It's a threat and a challenge and a watchfully hawkish look.]

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Real generous, Kacchan.

[ He gets it, though. Bakugou doesn't waste time with people he doesn't like. Midoriya's got near endless patience, to a point, but more than that he understands Bakugou. He's more bark than bite these days compared to when they were growing up. All everyone else sees is what Bakugou present to everyone else, not this. Not the little moments where Bakugou reaches out and touches him, idle but intentional affection. Not the moments where he doesn't explode, but handles things normally.

It's not anyone's business who he dates, anyway, and Midoriya is weirdly possessive of these little things, the bits and pieces of Bakugou that only he and a few others know about. His knuckle press into a knot firmly, a flicker of lightning sparking across his skin as he works out a stubborn spot in Bakugou's lower back. ]

You're more bark than bite, just like Barkugou.

[ He's absolutely tempting fate with that nonchalance, fingers stroking up until he reaches the middle of Bakugou's back, thumbs digging in firmly. He's careful not to put any pressure or contact on Bakugou's ass, but every so often his half-hard erection makes itself known when he has to adjust his position. Bakugou gets a painfully bland look in return, though it only lasts a few moments before he's smiling again, unable not to. ]

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[God dammit. The immediacy of the thrill that ripples up from his groin to his chest is almost sickeningly predictable. There's nothing more infuriating than Midoriya bossing him around with the newly acquired confidence in recent years. He longs for it, but it's annoying too.

Patiently, he waits a few minutes while Midoriya continues working his back. And then, all at once, he twists a bit and snaps his arm around to catch Midoriya's wrist and forearm in a tight hold. Powering up means lightning snaps and jumps between them, tickling the skin of their arms.

He yanks without warning, jerking Midoriya off him and onto the bed, and he immediately pounces on top so the other man doesn't have time to start getting feisty.] The only one who is gonna be fucking barking is you. [Both knees plant on each side of Midoriya's hips, and he straddles Midoriya's ass and thighs, latching his feet over the ankles to keep the legs down.

One hand hooks under Midoriya's chin, bending it gently back between the shoulders, sliding fingers around the neck, bending Midoriya at the lower back too. His lips brush the shell of an ear through the green curls, and the other hand feels up along the ribs, the edges of the stomach all the way to the edge of the pectoral and the nipple.]

Want another damn round, Deku? Tell me you want it, and I'll give it to you. You're already fucking hard.

[But so is he, cock laying flush on the curve of Midoriya's lower back from the top of the ass to the dip in the spine.]

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[ He's able to zone out a little bit while he's working fingers into Bakugou's muscles, thinking about half a dozen things at the same time. It's the distraction that Bakugou needs because one minute Midoriya's tracing the line of a muscle thinking about how he's going to need to take Barkugou out on a walk and the next, he's neatly tumbled face-first into the bed.

It's instinct to strain, to push back against the heavy weight settled over him but Bakugou has him pinned firmly and the same part of him that like when their fights turn to fucks is thrilled at the man-handling. His head tips back and his throat works in a harsh swallow underneath Bakugou's palm, skin prickling. He loves it. He loves this, loves the low growl of Bakugou's voice in his ear, loves that he'd actually have to fight for it if he wanted to get up and he's not entirely sure he'd win. No one else pushes him and tests him like Bakugou does. ]

The point of the massage was to make you more relaxed, and we just got out of the bath.

[ That isn't a no, nor is it a complaint, though. Midoriya fights for leverage and tries to push hips back against Bakugou's, attempting to grind against his erection. Between the lightning licking over his skin and the press of a finger against his nipple he's gone from partially hard to uncomfortably hard and pressing into the bed in just a few seconds. It's a wonder there's any blood left in his brain to think at this point.

It's not like pulling teeth with Midoriya, either. He leans into the pressure just a little bit, looking over his shoulder. ] I want another round.

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That's the shit I wanna hear.

[Bakugou takes a moment to appreciate Midoriya in this position, trying to keep his waist back so Midoriya can't get anything more than a tease of rubbing his cock. His hand roams back down to rub Midoriya's hip before coming back up and slipping around to smooth a flat palm across the breast, rubbing a nipple when he can, being an asshole and pinching it between two fingers too.

His lips sweep down over the freckled shoulders, and he lowers Midoriya's head enough to let him run his teeth along the nape of the neck right at the shorn hairline.

And then he pulls away completely, loosens up, takes Midoriya by the arm and turns the other man around beneath him] Put your arms above your head. [Both his hands down to the bed to begin feeling around, sliding over the already chaotic sheets for the bottle of lube that had been left behind from before.] Don't move 'em.

You move 'em, I stop. Got it? Up.

[Sitting back on Midoriya's thighs with as much of his weight off as possible, he hoists the bottle up and pops it open. Just a touch of the chilly liquid is drizzled onto Midoriya's cock between his legs. The rest goes into his hands that he thankfully warms between them.]

Up. [This time, he maneuvers to put himself under Midoriya's legs, allowing them to slide up and drape over the edge of his hips. He raises one hand up in front of himself at Midoriya.

And then gives Midoriya the finger.

Before lowering it back down beneath to work it between his cheeks and then inside him.]

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[ He wants to point out that he's already had one orgasm so it's not like it's a need to come right now, more an idle interest and desire. Sparks, that Bakugou's slowly fanning into a flame. Midoriya won't, though, because a moment later Bakugou's fingers pinch and his teeth press in and he realizes, oh, no, he's impatient. It doesn't matter they just finished this or that he came once today, his body doesn't give two shits about any of that.

Strategically, it's a good idea not tying him down or holding him in place. The challenge doesn't come with holding Midoriya down because with the right leverage it's entirely possible. No, it becomes a self-imposed challenge because he wants Bakugou to keep going and wants to prove that he can do what he's told. The only thing holding him back is himself, which is far more effective than some ropes, but also three times as infuriating.

Eventually, they're going to end up talking to their friends and family. Those people are going to ask what they did for the first week or so and Midoriya's going to have to come up with something that isn't marathon sex and breaking furniture. Fun. ]

I was supposed to be taking care of you, Kacchan.

[ All his hard work undone. Tragedy. Much less of a tragedy when they're face to face and he can roll his eyes at the middle finger before the hand drops between his thighs and a finger sinks into him. Midoriya's throat works again in a harsh swallow, toes curling into the sheets and he presses his cheek into the rumpled blankets, already flushing.

Still, he's determined not to be as difficult as Bakugou was; he can obey when it benefits him or both of them. A contented little sigh slithers out of him as he drops his thighs wider and cants his hips down to encourage Bakugou's exploration. ]

We already broke the coffee table, we're not allowed to break the bed, okay?

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You're taking care of me fine.

[Snaking the back of his hand under one of Midoriya's knees, he hefts the leg up just a tad and uses the newly gained room to work his finger into two fingers. The pace is surprisingly slow for Bakugou. Careful. No, maybe purposefully slow enough to be painful.]

The coffee table was your damn fault. You tried to start shit, and I finished it. The bed gonna be your fault, too? If I gotta break in half to hear you make some noise, I will.

[The fingers' speed picks up. It isn't rough so much as fast for half a minute, the two of them parting briefly once or twice before he removes them to wrap the entire hand around his own cock. He covers it with the other hand, too, once he lowers Midoriya's leg, coating it from base to tip. He thought he was going to have to stroke himself into full rigidity, but... it seems Midoriya breathy sigh and full display is enough to get him solid.] Arms better not move. [Carefully, he situates Midoriya's legs and hips with the care he'd take in being a hero.

And then he pushes the first quarter of himself in, slow and cautious, flicking his eyes up to watch Midoriya's face for signs to keep going or stop.]