dynamight - part 6
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Date: 2019-01-01 10:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 12:49 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2019-01-02 01:01 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2019-01-02 01:45 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 02:01 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-01-02 03:07 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 04:00 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-01-02 05:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 06:53 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2019-01-02 07:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 07:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 08:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-02 09:22 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-03 07:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-03 08:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2019-01-03 08:50 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 08:59 pm (UTC)[ It's a half-mortified moan in response but it ends up with Bakugou kissing him within an inch of his life moments later so it can't be that bad. His lips part and Midoriya drags his teeth over Bakugou's bottom lip on the way back, a flicker of his quirk lingering on his tongue.
Before he can say anything else, though, Bakguou's maneuvering him onto his side and for a moment it's just a jumble of limbs and hissing under his breath as he tries to help and mostly just gets in the way. It doesn't matter, though; a moment later, Bakugou's hips align with his own and there's the hot, blunt press of his cock once more, dragging a thready groan out of him. ]
Let me - Kacchan, can you not wait two seconds for me to - [ Exasperated laughter this time as he tries to grope for a pillow and shove it under his hips, angling himself so his face is pressed into them and his thighs are spread wide, giving Bakugou room to maneuver. It's not perfect but he looks over his shoulder when it's done, a stupid giggle sliding out of him at how ridiculous all of this is, how he feels warm down to his toes with this mix of affection and fondness. ] Hey, Kacchan. I love you.
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Date: 2019-01-03 09:26 pm (UTC)Shut... up... [His face is softer, though, and he pauses to try to catch a little of his breath and shake the damp fringe out of his face. His eyes soak Midoriya in, looking back at him, and his face is rumpled, but he seems... endeared, embarrassed.] I said... to say it... when you were... coming...
[His shoulders and chest lower flush against the top curve of Midoriya's back. He butts his head and face against the neck and shoulders there, almost nuzzling essentially. He mutters something. It sounds like, "I love you," but maybe also, "idiot" tagged on at the end, too.
Unfortunately, his face is damp with sweat, and he doesn't care enough not to rub it in the valley of Midoriya's strong shoulder blades.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 09:38 pm (UTC)[ It's breathless, distracted agreement while Midoriya's trying to adjust his position so it's the most comfortable. It gives him a way to grind his dick down against the pillow underneath him which wasn't intentional and is really, really gross when he thinks about it but then he's pushed into the bed with Bakugou over him and he resolves himself to think about that later.
Bakugou's said a lot of things, Midoriya listens to all of them and obeys maybe a quarter, which works pretty well. It means he picks up when Bakguou's face presses into the curve of his shoulder, hears the I love you, idiot, and feels the way he's used like a towel all within the same span of a few seconds. Bakugou is genuinely the worst. Out of all of them to fall in love with, it's him. Mumbled into the pillow: ]
I'm so glad we took a useless shower. [ They could have just stayed in bed!!! ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 10:25 pm (UTC)Might as well make use of... this rich fuck's... water bill.
[Slowly, he sits a bit up and back rather than crowding Midoriya's shoulders. His wide, calloused palm smooths down along the curve of Midoriya's spine, rubbing the lower back and up over the ass.
There's something carnal and sexy about seeing Midoriya sitting full of him. He squeezes one half of the ass and then runs a thumb along the edge of where they connect. Pulls himself mostly out and then slowly, deeply, slides back in again. If Midoriya looks back, he'll get a bit embarrassed about being caught watching, and he'll abandon the endeavour to keep going.
First, he twists and scatters his hands over the bed again, searching for the lube bottle. The only fun in getting Midoriya to "hurt" now is if from a challenge; having Midoriya in pain isn't so much a turn on as having Midoriya writhing under him in ecstasy. So a cold helping of lube is just unceremoniously squeezed out over his cock and between Midoriya's cheeks.
He doesn't bother to rub much of it in so much as he simply hikes his hips up to start pretty much fucking Midoriya down into the bed.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 10:41 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya's laughing again despite how he's achingly turned on and his dick could probably be used as a hammer. He supposes that's a good thing, after all; there's no fun in having sex if you're not enjoying doing it, right?
The laughter trails off into an unsteady, startled moan when he looks over his shoulder to smile at Bakugou, maybe to egg him on a little bit and catches the way he's watching the slick push of his dick inside of Midoriya. It's too slow to be anything but intentional and while it feels good in that abstract we're having sex way, it's not the fucking that makes heat pool inside him but the fact that Bakugou seems so intent on watching himself.
Paying attention to stuff like that is the quickest way to get Bakugou to stop, though. Fighting back a disappointed little huff Midoriya widens his stance a little bit, pushes his hips up and just as he's about to grind himself onto Bakugou's cock there's the drizzle of cold lube. He can't even do more than yelp in surprise; a moment later, Bakugou's decided that's enough and the first few thrusts Midoriya feels like he can fucking taste them.
One arm slaps out to push against the headboard, forearm braced so the thrusts don't knock him facefirst into it but the other does slip below himself. It takes a ridiculously short amount of time for orgasm to build; he wasn't kidding about how much he wants. It's not like every thrust lands perfect (though most do, and he's pretty sure he's going to need a moment to unclench his toes) but primarily just that it's Bakugou and Midoriya's wanted him since he knew what it really was to want.
There's no looking over his shoulder, now. Midoriya mashes his face into the pillow and works his hand furiously over his dick until he tenses and rather than trying to meet Bakugou's rhythm, he fucks himself onto Bakguou's cock demandingly. Somewhere in the span of him ruining what is probably a very nice very expensive pillow with his come, he manages to obey the earlier command, lifting his head enough to slur a jumbled, repeated chant of Katsuki and I love you. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 11:56 pm (UTC)After a moment or two, he sits back (careful of his own sore ass), to let Midoriya ride him, scooping one side of Midoriya's waist in his hand and guiding. Jesus. There's no way he'd be able to see something like this with them videoing over the phone.] Ugh... Deku... [He thinks about it, considers it, and then he pops the meatier side of Midoriya's ass with the flat of his palm.
Really, he thinks he could come again himself. It'd be terribly easy, except Midoriya distracts him too much with finishing. He thinks he can't just allow Midoriya to fuck him near the end when he should be the one fucking, so he changes gears, shifts up and closer. He puts one arm down by Midoriya's shoulder and the palm of the other hooked gently at the nape of Midoriya's neck.] Come on.... Izuku... [The thrusts are quick and solid, matching Midoriya's rocking, not slowing until after Midoriya has babbled a whole lot of his name and the affection, until a mess has been made of the at least two hundred dollar pillow.
Panting, he leans back again, dragging a little of his nails down Midoriya's back as he goes. A second or two to catch his breath, clear his head. He pulls himself out with a thick groan then pushes Midoriya over by the hip, spilling, backside. He's disgustingly sweaty and entirely sweet-scented, but he still wedges himself between Midoriya's legs and drops the entirety of his weight on Midoriya's chest.
Goodbye, he's dead.]
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Date: 2019-01-04 12:17 am (UTC)When it's over, the insides of his thighs sticky with lube, he goes where he's pushed with a quiet oof and flops onto his back, an arm tossed over Bakugou's shoulders as all that weight lands on him again.
He's still panting like he's run a marathon but it slowly fades and with it comes the ache of a too-tense muscle. One leg lifts and he fumbles once, twice for his ankle, stretching it with a grimace. When the cramp fades, he melts into the bed, staring up at the ceiling because that's about all the brain-power he has left at the moment. ]
Mmnghh.
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Date: 2019-01-05 03:26 am (UTC)It takes a minute or two for him to catch his breath, level it out. His entire body aches, though it may not ache as much as it will tomorrow, he knows, not after the bath and the rub down of his ass and thighs.
Finally, he lifts his head up and props his chin on Midoriya's chest, peering up over Midoriya's jaw with a pair of lax red eyes.] You're gonna have t'fucking shower again. [At least it'll be quick. He probably should, too.]
And fix the fucking bed. At least fix the pillow you got dirty.
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Date: 2019-01-05 05:08 am (UTC)[ Midoriya cracks his eyes open again just enough to look down his nose at Bakugou, but there's no heat or irritation to it, just lazy contentment as he lies there, listening to the sound of Bakugou's breathing evening out. His own does after a few moments and a yawn hits him fiercely, leaves him stretching again what little he can with all the weight on his body. ]
The bed, the coffee table, the pillows.
[ That's going to be...so much money... God, why. Midoriya groans quietly and drags a hand over his face, torn between sheepish and resigned and his hand pushes messy, sweat-slick curls off of his forehead. ]
Hey, Kacchan. [ Wait, wait, he can DO THIS now. He can say it as much and as obnoxiously as Bakugou calls him idiot!!! ] I love you.
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