dynamight - part 6
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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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Date: 2019-01-05 04:47 pm (UTC)In fact, he kind of cracks the hint of a smirk.
Except it quickly dies the most sudden death at the last words, and his face ignites easily on the peak of his cheeks, red and flushed. No. NO. Midoriya can NOT do this now at all. NONE.] What the fuck... [Scoffing, he hastily tips his head back down so he can squeeze the side of his head against Midoriya's chest. His red face can't be seen, but whatever, Midoriya can still feel the heat of it anyway.]
New rule, [Muttered.] you fuck, the only time you can say that is when you're coming...
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Date: 2019-01-05 07:04 pm (UTC)Terribly pleased with himself, Midoriya fingers the messy fringe of Bakugou's hair when he hides his face, tugging lightly on a little bit pinched between his fingers. ]
Mmm, no. [ He's probably going to be saying it a lot when he comes, too, sure, but he's not going to leave it to just when he comes. ] I've been waiting ages to be able to say this.