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[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.]

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S-Sure, Kacchan.

[ He tries to make himself as pliant as possible which isn't really difficult given that in two seconds he's basically a puddle on the bed, trying to fuck himself down onto Bakugou's searching fingers. It's been months since he's had this. Sure, he's had his own fingers and it's efficient when he's getting himself off but it's not like this.

Bakugou's raw impatience is as much of a turn-on as anything else right now and abruptly he realizes another reason why keeping his arms up is a potential problem. He can't touch like this. He feels a little like an idiot for not realizing at first, too caught up in the thrill of it but now his arms twitch and his fingers desperately grab at the pillow under his head, holding it so tight his knuckles go white. ]

Th-think you mean I started and finished it, but-

[ Two fingers turns into the blunt head of Bakugou's cock popping past the tight ring of his hole and the word but trails off into a throaty, thready moan, his eyes squeezing shut. ]

Yesyesyes, come on, Kacchan, I'm not gonna break.

[ He doesn't have any leverage like this, can't grab at his dick, can't rock up against Bakugou to push his dick between their bellies, can't do shit except take it and it's delicious, but it also takes two seconds for the impatience to set in. Both hands leave the pillow, groping for Bakugou's hips to try and pull him to get him fully seated, only for him to freeze a moment later, realizing. The hands grudgingly release and he flops them back over his head, giving Bakugou a narrow-eyed look. ]

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[Perfect. Bakugou has one over on Midoriya like he planned. The struggle for Midoriya is definitely going to be about not touching. For once, Bakugou grins, flashing teeth, clearly pleased.]

Hey. Ah, ah, ah. [His hand bats Midoriya's away, and he rocks his hips back to let his cock pull back out. The narrow-eyed look only keeps the grin on his face.] Keep 'em up. [Even when the arms have returned to the bed above Midoriya's head, Bakugou waits before easing himself back in, this time giving a little more of his girth, going half way.

A satisfied hum rumbles in his throat. He has to balance on his toes with his calves and thighs to make sure his sore ass is pressed into, but it's a work out he's eager to have. Midoriya doesn't get any more of his cock, doesn't get any more of him--he doesn't lean over.

Instead, he threads one hand beneath a knee and the other up over Midoriya's cock from the balls and the base, making sure his fingers gather it and squeeze before twisting to coat the length of it with the lubricant and make it easier to handle. For now, he'll reward Midoriya with a minute or two of a handjob, long enough to hawkishly watch all of the faces Midoriya makes below him.

But like all the times before, he pulls away in the end.]

You're gonna break when I'm finished.

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[ The whole not touching thing has gone from Midoriya appreciating how good of an idea it is to thoroughly disliking it, which has absolutely no impact on the hardness of his dick. Traitor. Midoriya casts it a baleful look as well only to get entirely sidetracked by the grin on Bakugou's face.

His hand moves, sure, but it's to cover his face as he groans, half-embarrassed at himself but also not surprised. Thank god Bakugou doesn't smile like that all the time or Midoriya would be even more of a wreck than he already is. Even worse, that condescending little ah ah ah chiding him for moving is like gasoline on a fire. Bakugou's a fucking mess. Midoriya loves him, but he's a mess and it's usually Midoriya who has to holler at him to wait. Their positions are flipped now (literally, metaphorically, whatever) and it's too much.

After a moment of embarrassed horniness, he goes back to gripping the pillow, digging his teeth into his bottom lip when a hand twists slick around him. He knows better than to think this is going anywhere near orgasm, not after the shit he pulled earlier but that doesn't make this any less good, or the hand any less perfect around him.

It helps a little to know torture for him is torture for Bakugou, but not that much. His lower lip gets released, cheeks flushing when he realizes Bakugou's been watching his face this whole time, probably catching all the weird faces he trying to find a balance between fucking up into Bakugou and not dragging his hands over every inch of him.

He probably will break, but that comment is enough to make him press a leg into Bakugou's back, a hint of lightning to it. His expression is all challenge, green eyes bright with the flare of his Quirk. He might break, but he'll make Bakugou work for it. ]

You can try.

Edited Date: 2019-01-02 02:02 am (UTC)

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[The watchful eyes narrow quickly, and Bakugou pops the rest of his cock in without any warning or any gentleness, only a hand gripping below a knee and another pushing down on one of the hips. Lightning licks up his back and over a shoulder, fading as it starts down.

As much as he wants to go at it hard enough to make Midoriya cry, he understands he's going to have to do it slow to get the results quicker. Payback for the ass spanking. If he can be patient enough. No touching is Midoriya's downfall. Being slow in the horny throes of lovemaking is his.

Midoriya is forbidden from getting any kind of thrusts. He sits there with his cock in and nothing else, letting Midoriya feel the thick of him without the payoff. Instead, he smooths his hand from hip back to cock.

Doesn't grab it. Rubs his fingers along the underside, the dip in the head below along the taut skin to the base, feeling the veins, the heat of it. He massages the balls and the skin right below, comes back up the inside of one thigh with all of his nails dragging.] I wanna hear the damn noises you'd make on the phone with my own ears. [Carefully, he winds his hips back, sliding his cock most of the way out.]

You know how fucking irritating-- [He doesn't say when, only goes, pushing himself back inside in one fluid motion.] --it was to watch you make those damn faces through a shitty phone?

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[ Thank you, Midoriya mouths to the ceiling at large when Bakugou sinks in the rest of the way. Fingers and toys and sexting were fine but they weren't this. Even if they had wanted to see other people, it wouldn't be this knowing, sensory overload because there wasn't anyone else who knew him like Bakugou.

The problem with that was that it was Bakguou proving a point; the thrust stops there and Midoriya's satisfaction turns into a hot ache. Bakugou's going to draw it out, which means Midoriya's options are either try to bear it hoping Bakugou's impatience takes over, or trying to goad Bakguou into it. Bakugou's cock stuffs him full before he can really, fully consider his options.

His low groan isn't muffled at all as his hands dig back into the pillow behind him, tugging faintly at it as the thrust lands home and Bakugou keeps talking. ]

[ Yes. Midoriya's dick twitches and his skin prickles tellingly; his hips twist in an aborted attempt to grind down on Bakugou's dick before he realizes there's nothing he can do like this. Not if he wants to keep his hands in place. He fucking did this to himself. Goading it is, then. At least it's exceptionally easy for Midoriya to talk about just how much he loves Bakugou. The honesty is easy, if a little embarrassing. ] I know what it was like because I was on the other end, Kacchan. I thought about you every night. Nothing, no one else would ever be like you.

[ Midoriya's certainty in that was unwavering. So, he'd be fine waiting those months, because he knows it's worth the wait in the end. The problem was drastically underestimated just how much he would want even if it wasn't quite past the point of competitiveness yet. After a shuddery breath in, Midoriya's tone aims for 'commanding work hero voice I've used a lot' and lands somewhere around 'determinedly thirsty and mildly calculating', making eye contact. It's been months and they have the day, he wants to win. ]

If you're not going...to fuck me, Kaccchmmmnnn- [ Midoriya bite the word off into a frustrated hum but they're living together now and he's on a self-imposed I love you ban until later, so he has to make do. 'Katsuki' is damn near close, anyway. ] If you're not going to fuck me, Katsuki, you should kiss me.

Edited Date: 2019-01-02 04:01 am (UTC)

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[The goading works, but only barely. Not in the way Midoriya probably wants it to work. His eyes are two burning fires, hungry and wanting. He looks like he's not sure whether to consume Midoriya or watch Midoriya suffer.]

You've been spendin' too much damn time in America. Sayin' "fucK" with your dirty mouth. [But Bakugou is... amused? Amazing. His tongue runs briefly over the teeth that appear when he smirks.

Both wide palms smooth up over Midoriya's thighs from the inside, holding the other man in place.] Alright. [He bends forward and rocks a bit against, and his head lowers... but he goes about lavishing kisses on whatever bare space of chest and stomach he can get a hold of.

Midoriya hadn't said what to kiss.

So he bides his time without moving his hips other than to try to stretch forward more, offering worshipping and starving lips and teeth against the freckle-dotted skin and carved muscle and scars. At least they aren't airy and teasing. He gives it. Biting, sucking. He's not gentle when he pulls one of Midoriya's nipples into his mouth to torment.

Keep those arms up.]

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You don't have any room to talk.

[ Most cursing is about as exciting as damnit or something else under his breath so Bakugou's right about that much. Saying fuck is intentional, because Midoriya has to put actual thought and effort into anything with dirty talk or it just comes out weird. Bakugou doesn't seem not into it, though, so that's... something, right?

Hell, he's even leaning in and acquiescing to the request. That's more than Midoriya had hoped for but he's waiting for the other shoe to fall, as it were. Nothing is that easy and Bakugou proves it. He doesn't come in to give Midoriya a toe-curling kiss. His mouth lowers, but it's over his torso, bites and mean, sucking kisses that are going to leave bruises Midoriya's going to fit his fingers to later.

His groan this time isn't displeased but more I should've known, his head tipping back, smacking a hand against the headboard when there's the fierce touch of teeth and tongue to a nipple. He clenches around Bakugou's cock, shuddering what little he's allowed to move right now and levels a narrow-eyed look at him. ] What do you want me to say?

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[Boy, it's tough. This may be one of the most challenging things he's ever done, and that's saying something considering. With all the mustered restraint he can find, he still wants to go to town on Midoriya enough to leave a raw ass and sore spots on the inner thighs.

So it's hard to take his time, leaving harsh kisses and using his teeth. He's glad when Midoriya asks the right question, and he can draw just enough back to peer up. His expression is... strange. The look he gives is searching in a serious way, contemplative or considering. Like he's trying to figure out whether or not he wants to say what he had planned to say.

After a long moment, he lowers his chin and drops it somewhat in the middle of Midoriya's chest, red eyes still gazing up at Midoriya's face. He doesn't seem soft so much as intense.] Say you love me. [The words sound like a joke, but the way Bakugou says it isn't. Clearly, he's not messing around.

He doesn't think Midoriya is going to give it to him with the immediacy of everything else he's gotten in the last few minutes. So he lowers his voice and urges in something growling and whispery:]

Tell me.

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[ His mind idly runs through the list of potential options Bakugou might ask for. Begging seems the most likely. After what Midoriya put him through earlier, getting Midoriya stuffed full of dick and begging for it seems like the kind of payback he can expect, but that's not what comes out of his mouth.

For a moment Midoriya doesn't know what to say. He doesn't think it's a joke because Bakugou wouldn't joke about that. Not with something they've been edging around these last few months.

So, that means there's one of two options. Bakugou doesn't want to be the first one to say it so he's going to wring it out of Midoriya, which, okay, fine, even if he'd sort of preferred it be on his terms but also he's been waiting way too long and impatience is valid.

Or, the second, more uncomfortable option is that Bakugou doesn't think he's going to do it except as some kind of lip service, an I love you that's transactional and nothing else.

He 'loses' if he says it too quickly, but balks at the idea of not saying it, because Bakugou was the first one to bring it up and he's incapable of not competing against him at least a little bit. After a moment of consideration, Midoriya's arms drop down. He's breaking the rules, which means Bakugou can turn this back into the game if he wants to after, giving him an out, but he wants to make sure that Bakugou knows he's serious when he says this for the first time, so.

Both big hands cup Bakugou's face, one sliding further back into his hair, petting. His eyes are burning, just a little bit and he tries to blink back traitorous tears. ] I love you... I have for months. Years.

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[In the end, Bakugou feels better if Midoriya says it first even if there was some coercion in getting it. He feels... more confident in his own answer now, not worried Midoriya is going to ask him why something like that matters at all.

Worse, Midoriya doesn't have any inkling of love only companionship.

Which, really, seems stupid, and he knows it. Someone like Midoriya? It won't be so easy not to love, but no one said the worries Bakugou has were necessarily rational when he's broaching a subject he doesn't have a lot of experience in.] Years. [It's not a question. Maybe an agreement.

Midoriya gets what was wanted initially. Bakugou almost balls the other man up when he presses forward, sliding his arms along the bed on either side. There's no hesitation when he kisses, no stop to peer scrutinizingly into Midoriya's tearful face. He kisses with a deep vigor, not hungry as much as it's solid and sure, and green energy ignites across his face and down his neck over his shoulders.]

It doesn't make a difference how damn much I love you back. You brought your arms down.

[The thick of him throbs; he can't really stand it, and of course he'd be the one most impatient and giving in. He pulls back his hips some and foregoes whatever asinine competition they were playing before in favor of trying to fuck the sense out of Midoriya. His thrust is a carefully coordinated heavy slam.]

I want you to fucking say it when I make you come again. Because I am--gonna make you come.

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[ It feels like a weight is lifted from him once he's said it. No more dancing around the truth, no more hoping Katsuki is imbued with enough meaning that Bakugou just understands what Midoriya is actually saying. ]

Years.

[ It's a breathless reassurance, feeling a thousand times braver as he says it now, rather than the much safer option of months. Bakugou deserves to know what he means to Midoriya but the fact that it's returned is its own thrill in its own way. He'd suspected, of course, but the toe-curlingly good kiss combined with the prickle of the shared quirk and Bakugou's reaffirmation that it's the same for him is too much.

Everything is too much, because the next slide of Bakugou's hips bottoms his cock out and yanks a strangled moan from Midoriya. He doesn't bother putting his hands back if Bakugou's not going to hold him to it; one big arm winds around Bakugou's shoulders, fingers digging in while the other cards itself in faintly damp hair, just shy of tight. Midoriya shudders underneath him, cock smearing precome in a messy line over his belly. ]

Then y-you better get to work.

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[Getting Midoriya to moan opens up a buffet of neck space Bakugou can put his mouth all over. And his teeth.

With Midoriya holding on, he's free to use his hands to support himself while his hips begin their steady drum. He's free to use at least one of them to fool around with whatever bare skin he can get a hold of on Midoriya's body: the cut-out, scarred torso, the bump of each rung of ribs, one of the nipples, dotting every large freckle that stands out, the hair from navel to groin, and, best of all among what's already best to him, the untouched cock he threads up into his palm.

Every ride up, he brings his squeezing fist down firm on the base. It's a little stuttered. He has to juggle touching, and fucking, and how good Midoriya feels around him, and the fact he can also use his mouth for more than growling pleasurably and huffing hot, humid air against Midoriya's neck.

Once, for a moment, he has to stop and just lean heavily into the other man, keeping his face hidden, breathing and sweating. It's too good. Not that he'll explode--literally, too--at any moment, but it's good. Disorienting. He has to re-calibrate, and then he continues where he left off.]

If you're gonna break the damn rules, give it here. [He reaches back to unhook one of Midoriya's hands from him and push it down between them.] Touch yourself so I can watch... in person. [His voice is lower, but no less husky.]

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[ He means to protest that there will be bruises and he has to show up to work not looking like someone decided to gnaw all over his neck and jaw but he can't. His body moves on its own; his head tips back and he bares as much of that skin as he can because despite knowing it's a terrible idea the rest of him has missed Bakugou so much that he's thrilled at the idea of there being physical proof of Bakguou's claim on him.

A rough, sweet-smelling hand trails itself along the line of Midoriya's torso, mapping out an aimless path, wringing a shivery sigh out of him when fingers skim over a sensitive part of his ribs, hips twisting when fingers run over a nipple just enough pressure that it makes him squirm but doesn't get him anywhere else.

The fact that Bakugou has to stop almost makes Midoriya laugh. Not in any sort of mean way, but because he understands. It's overwhelming in that position. How is he supposed to decide what he wants to do first or most when Bakugou's laid out underneath him?

This position, it's easier; he can take what he's given, has Bakugou splayed out over him and the solid, hot ache of a cock filling him. Trying to keep track of everything from the other end is an exercise in coordination and horny frustration in equal parts. ] Is it weird I probably don't...really need to touch myself to come? That probably- that's weird.

[ Weird, or desperately thirsty, he's not really sure but at no point has his cock softened during this process and when he fits his own hand over it, a full-body shudder bleeds through him. His eyes slide shut, lips parting and he gives Bakugou a bit of a show except it's not really faked at any point. He's aching and edging into over-sensitive in the best way and putting his own hand on his cock is a special kind of torture where he's not sure if he should jerk himself off or just let Bakugou fuck him into the bed. ]

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dynamight

What...? You're... a damn... freak...

[But he doesn't sound at all displeased. In fact, he sounds maybe a little astounded, and the hints of it show in his eyes. It earns Midoriya a kind of hungry, mouth-consuming kiss. He takes as much as he can get for the moment before he decides to switch them around.

Leaning back, he carefully maneuvers Midoriya over on the stomach. The halt is actually only so long; as soon as Midoriya is even half turned over, Bakugou plunges his cock back down inside like he thinks Midoriya will somehow escape him completely. But once he's deep, he settles, lets Midoriya move freely while he positions himself comfortably.

One hand tries to get Midoriya to lift the hips, the other holds his weight. It's no better than being turned around the other way. His mouth is trying to kiss and suck what it can of the freckled back without any regard to him trying to coordinate what he's doing.]