[Carefully, slowly, Bakugou’s scarlet eyes shift back and forth between Midoriya’s own, over Midoriya’s face like he’s looking for hesitation, doubt. Finally, his hands loosen, and he releases Midoriya’s wrists.] You said you hadn’t fucking dated anyone else. [His voice is surprisingly low but still no less rough.] Like it was shit you regretted.
How you gonna know whether or not to tell me yes and you ain’t ever had anyone else? [It’s such a strange efge to walk. His head dios down and he rests his forehead against Midoriya’s cheek, hiding his eyes and face much like he did after their street fight long ago.] Fucking Uraraka. She had the hots for you. Todoroki. Everybody wanted that playboy bastard.
[On one hand, he knows he’d never allow it. Izuku Midoriya belongs to him. Only yhe strongest deserves the OFA successor, and that’s him. On the other hand... He’s aware of how much of a shithead he is, he has been. If anyone didn’t deserve to have Midoriya, it was definitely him. Having immense arrogance and crippling self-loathing is the wildest, most frustrating thing in the world.]
Midoriya's eyes widen in realization, instantly wanting to negate that because that's not what he meant at all. He stops himself, though, lets Bakugou finish because this is important and he can't keep misunderstanding or making things worse. Bakugou's trying, here, and Midoriya is so full of affection he feels like he's going to burst. ]
I just...do. Why would I want or need anyone else like this?
[ He's kissed other people before. Had fumbling make-out sessions. Everything else, though, was with Bakugou. For years because there's never been anyone else. The mention of Todoroki and Uraraka get a little shrug. He loves them to death and yeah, sure, if things were different maybe? That'd probably only make things worse not assuage his fears, though, so Midoriya uses a newly freed hand to grip the back of Bakugou's neck, tugging him into a kiss. Thinking isn't getting him anywhere; he needs to take a page out of Bakugou's book and just act. Lighting flickers over his fingertips, sparks between their lips and underneath the scent of sunscreen he smells burnt sugar.
When he's done kissing Bakugou within an inch of his life, he leans back against the hammock and presses a lingering kiss to the inside of Bakugou's wrist. ]
[It’s a wonder the two of them don’t honestly flip right over and get dumped into the sand. Bakugou isn’t sitting awkwardly, but regardless of the stability, when Midoriya starts kissing him... Yeah, he isn’t going to not kiss back. Nevermind any kind of depth-reaching kisses like this absolutely get him half hard.
Well. It answers his question in a better way than words.
He has to pause a moment to catch his breath, face flushed and lime-colored lightning popping softly down his neck and over his shoulders. The hand not supporting his weight drops down over Midoriya’s neck and jaw. He brushes his thumb under Midoriya’s bottom lip, brows pulled together.] I just know. [Sure, he’s smooched Kirishima, Urakara just because she was dumb, Kaminari almost for the same reason. None of them had the same spark or drive Midoriya did. Nothing was quite as fulfilling.]
No one else would ever be able to fucking keep up with me.
[ A part of him is honestly bracing for them to go tumbling out at any moment, and maybe he'd welcome that because the distraction would give him some time to think. Bakugou's the worst, best distraction and it's impossible to focus until a challenge is posed. It's like he's hardwired to instantly want to challenge him, to prove that he's worthy of measuring himself up. ]
No one else would be able to beat you.
[ Midoriya tugs Bakugou's head down by his ridiculous hat and can't stop the slow curl of possessiveness that curls through him at the thought of Bakugou in his merch. Another kiss is bitten into his mouth, demanding and then softening into something gentler as his hand curls over the nape of his neck, smooths over his skin.
When it's finished, Midoriya licks the flickers of lighting, the taste of ozone off of his lower lip, pupils dark against the electric green of his eyes. ]
Kissing's never been like that with anyone else, either.
[Kissing really never was like that with anyone else, and he can't even chalk it up to OFA being forced onto him. It had been like that anyway, just unseen. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tackled Midoriya in the dorm hallway trying to shove his tongue down Midoriya's throat.]
Mn.
[He gently pinches his lips between his teeth, like he can feel the last kiss Midoriya gifted him. There's nothing better than seeing the ethereal gleam in Midoriya's eyes; latent energy from the quirk igniting the color of them. If he could eat Midoriya's eyes, he probably would. If he could eat any part of Midoriya, actually, he probably would. But he's an asshole, not a cannibal.
Lazily (and maybe he's hiding a little), he tucks his face into the strong curve of Midoriya's neck, resting his cheek and jaw on Midoriya's shoulder. The beach is warm but not burning here, and he's so relaxed.]
Hey. [He pauses for a moment, but doesn't lift his head.] Anyone fucking else think they got their eye on you? [People he should keep an eye on himself. Sorry, he's kind of garbagely possessive now that Midoriya happens to be willing.]
[ Bakugou relaxes down into him and Midoriya makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat, stretching underneath him. His cock is half-chubbed in his shorts but that's his own fault for kissing Bakugou like that. Gingerly, he adjusts and sinks back down until he can drop a heavy arm around Bakugou's shoulders. ]
I...I don't know?
[ He knows in an abstract way that people want him. He knows that there are people who like him like that, but as to who they are he has no idea. He's too focused on ten thousand other things. ]
No one that I'm aware of. [ No one that matters.
Midoriya's scarred hand slides down the back of Bakguou's tank top, feeling out over the meat of his shoulders, scratching blunt nails lightly up his spine. He doesn't need to ask the question in turn, because he knows. ]
Good. [He’ll peacock enough to bully them out of the picture if so, leaving Midoriya embarrassed and modest, apologizing for his rude behavior.] ‘Cause no one else has got any damn chance.
[He’s aware Midoriya technically belongs to no one, not with this much acquired sass and confidence, not with OFA. Still, it won’t stop him from showing his teeth, barking instead of biting. Try him. Uraraka, Todoroki? Fight him.
He turns his face briefly into Midoriya’s neck again and rumbles. One hand slides under Midoriya’s shirt at the waist, resting wide on the skin between the hip and the bottom of the ribs. Ugh. He’s going to hate getting up and moving.] M’gonna... fall asleep or some shit... probably. [Just as a forewarning to Midoriya when he inevitably passes out on top in the very faintly swaying hammock.]
[ It's too lazy to really be chastising; the sun makes Bakugou warm and sleepy and Bakugou's on top of him. It's doing the same exact thing, the combination of sun and contentment mixing with the faint sounds of water and white noise of people chattering. It's peaceful.
He takes a few photos of them while Bakugou's laid out over him, grinning through the mess of blonde hair. One he sets as his new background. The others are saved, filed away for him to look at later while he lets himself drift. One leg drops down to rock them back and forth, content to lay here until the sun goes down or Bakugou gets bored. Right now, though, the soft pressure of his hand against Midoriya's side combined with the weight of him like some sort of angry anxiety blanket means the most Midoriya does is just touch him, drinking it all in. ]
[The last thing Midoriya gets is a grunted murmur. He says, “Hey,” as if he is going to follow up, but never actually does in the end. His breathing is too steady and deep. Every so often, his body will jump a little. Otherwise, he doesn’t stir, and he dozes for maybe a half and hour. It’s a shame he looks so peaceful and handsome when asleep, face smooth with no scowling wrinkles or twisted lips. The pictures are great even if he’d bitch about them.
Finally, he moves, lazily, scrubbing his face gently into Midoriya’s neck and collar as his body flings him out of light sleep. His head lifts a tad, eyes squinted and blinking, first at Midoriya and then around as if he had forgotten a moment where they were. The best part: his voice is back to crackling with that deep, pleasant drawl.]
How long was I fuckin’ out?
[There’s an angry red imprint of Midoriya’s clothes on the side of his face, and a streaking whelp where he had pressed into Midoriya’s collar bone.]
[ He loves spending time with Bakugou in any capacity but there's a guilty little part of him that enjoys Bakugou asleep because he gets to look at Bakugou as much as he wants. He could spend hours just watching him but Bakugou thinks it's weird and gives him shit for it so he doesn't, usually. Now, he can admire the way his hair frames his face, or trace the lines of pale skin where his tanktop doesn't cover with just his fingertips, committing everything to memory.
This, too: Bakugou's voice when it's the low rumbling growl. Midoriya thunks his head back against the hammock and laughs helplessly rather than answering right away. ]
Mmm, doesn't matter. [ He wasn't paying attention. Midoriya traces the line against Bakugou's cheek, cupping it with his palm a moment later just so his thumb can drag over the swell of Bakugou's bottom lip. For a moment, he does the same thing Bakugou does to him; the staring, the bright-eyed intensity where he's clearly working over something to say and then shaking it off. ] We've still got most of a bottle of rum or water, if you need.
[Luckily, he’s content and drowsy. Midoriya’s affection doesn’t bother him by making him embarrassed, nor does he seems bothered by Midoriya’s staring. Though he does, of course, stare back somewhat curiously.] What...? [The thumb gets his lips to part, but instead of being sexy, he tries to playfully bite what he can.
Then his head butts at Midoriya’s hand before settling in it for a moment. Until he realizes and lifts it back up.] Got an eye problem, nerd? Why the hell you starin’ at me? [He manages to get his eyes open after reaching up to scrub one with his knuckles. This damn beach... and the warm sun, the warmer Midoriya, lying firm beneath him. Dammit.] You been awake this whole time?
[ Midoriya flicks his nose in return and drops his hand at the nape of Bakugou's neck to squeeze. Lying isn't something he's great at but he's decent enough at changing the subject. ]
Mmmhm. Mostly. I was enjoying this, that's all.
[ The moments where they get to relax like this are few and far between and the laziness of this was too much of a draw to resist. The foot planted in the sand braces and pushes, sending them rocking gently back and forth once more. ]
I figure we can stop somewhere and mail everything off on the way back so we don't have to carry it? [ He's absolutely carrying those bags back don't test him. ]
[His nose wrinkles instantly and his eyes squint. He growls, but it’s still thick with sleep and less than half-hearted. The swinging again doesn’t help. He slips down on top of Midoriya like before, jabbing his chin in the other’s chest until he turns his head to the side.] It’s gonna fucking cost an arm and a leg to send that shit back home. [A puff of air blows out of his mouth. It’s fine... His friend better appreciate it.] You ready to go or somethin’?
[Midoriya is not carrying the bags. NOT ALL OF THEM. Bakugou slides his head back and tilts it to peer up at what he can see of Midoriya’s face.]
We can send it all in the same package so it's a little cheaper.
[ Pfft, ready to go? If Bakugou wants to lounge here another four hours he could probably be convinced into it. Sure, he wants to explore the area and see that artist and do a thousand different things but also he wants to enjoy this. He's not making any attempt to rise up. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm just- I'm thinking?
[ About everything because that's all he knows how to do. They're still young and don't have to get married any time soon; they can wait forever, really, if they wanted to. Realistically, there might be an issue with their perception if they're public about their relationship which may make getting to number one harder; do they want to risk that? It's worth the risk, in Midoriya's mind, and it is in Bakugou's from what he can tell. Their friends would support them, there isn't any doubt about that. Even All Might and their parents would - do, in some cases. ]
Sometimes... it just hits me how lucky I am. That's all. [ Lucky things turned out like this. Lucky Bakugou loves him as much as Midoriya does. Lucky their friends and family are so good. Midoriya tilts his head accommodatingly and lets his eyes close, smiling. ] When you do wanna get up we can get something on the way back. I'll make dinner.
Like sending it in a big package is gonna keep it from being a fucking million dollars.
[Just let him bitch, Midoriya! He just wants to bitch for bitching's sake. It's fine.
Anyway, don't say lovey-dovey shit like that, he hates it. The edges of the highest parts of his face flush under the skin. He scoffs, a suck of his teeth and a grunt all at once. But he doesn't say anything so Midoriya won't think to--not even tease him, but keep going.] That depends on what you're fucking making.
They gotta have ingredients from home here, right? Make me somethin' from home. I'm tired of eating stupid American food. [He shifts, wobbling the hammock unintentionally a little.] I haven't fucking had a decent round of sushi or sashimi in ages.
They put too much shit on it. How do they even taste the fish? It's fucking stupid.
That flush is almost expected at this point and Midoriya knows he doesn't have any room to talk but he grins lazily at Bakugou and dares to trace his fingers along the edge of pink cheeks, trailing up to the curve of an ear to trace that, too. ]
Careful-
[ He plants a foot down with a laugh, keeping them from tilting too wildly and spilling out and the arm around Bakugou's shoulder tightens just enough that he can lean himself up and pull the other man down, stealing a kiss. He can do it but his sushi always looks a little...off. Thankfully it doesn't need to look nice to be good to eat. ]
There's actually a restaurant here that's...well, it's really expensive, and won't taste like home but people said that it tasted great. They take all the fish locally or if they can get it there in a day. We can try that sometime before we leave. [ Just in case there's any doubt here: ] I'll make you something tonight, though. We can see if there's somewhere on the walk home.
[Again, he ducks his head and shoves his face into the curve of Midoriya's warm neck. Don't hecking kiss him. Luckily, though, it makes him settle on top of Midoriya in the hammock again.] It's better than any other shitty fake sushi. [Going before they leave, or so help him. Fresh fish? Spicy fresh fish? Give him.]
We'll go after the damn post office. [Maybe. If they get up. Bakugou sounds incredibly lazy and comfortable. He mutters something in Midoriya's neck, but it's muffled. Sounds maybe something like "smells good." He at least isn't sniffing, only inhaling and exhaling.
He is biting. Gently, first planting his lips on Midoriya's neck and the ropey muscle beneath, then hiking his teeth under the jawline, back toward the ear. Shouldn't have kissed him. Now they're going to have to fuck in a hammock on the beach yards away from the vendor who rented him the damn thing.]
[ The promise is a yawned, sleepy slur, Midoriya's fist clenching determinedly for a split second before it flops flat on the muscles of Bakugou's back.
Best tasting that's reasonably available where they are. But hey. He's right about that much, though; it'll be better than the crap they sell at grocery stores that looks like maybe, once upon a time, it had been a fish. There's gotta be a store that'll be able to hook them up somewhere he just has to find it and hope it's on the walk back. ]
Eventually, ye- [ Oh, kisses. Oh, teeth. Midoriya doesn't yelp but it's a close thing, a whole-body twitch running through him as he's torn between pushing Bakugou's head back and encouraging it because they're both absolute disasters. He settles for curling a hand into the hair at the back of Bakugou's head and pulling just firm enough to get his lips and teeth away. ] You're gonna get us kicked off the beach, Kacchan.
[Something like a growl rattles out of his throat when his pulled head gets the neck out of the reach of his lips and teeth. The flush on his face isn't from embarrassment anymore, and he looks decided put-out about being stopped and, furthermore, scolded.]
It'd be worth it.
[Carefully, he pulls back on the gripping hand, testing whether Midoriya will let him go or just continue to tease him with the firm hair holding.] I'd make sure no one could fucking see us. [But he's a good rule boy, so he abandons the taunt and shifts his legs off the hammock to the ground before hefting himself up.] Come on.
[When he stands, he tries to drag Midoriya with him without dumping the both of them in the sand or against the table.] We got shit to ship and food to get. You think I'm gonna fucking spoil you all day or somethin'? [Nevermind that he has to shove his hand in one of his pockets and shift himself up beneath his waistband so he isn't running around with a tent. SHUT UP.]
[ He doesn't want to stop either but they're in public and he worries. Like an apology, he uses a hand in Bakugou's hair to guide him into another kiss but pulls back before it goes too far on either side. He has to adjust himself as well and then makes the mistake of glancing over again, catching sight of Bakugou with mussed hair and his hat doing the same.
At some point, he figures, doing normal couple stuff like kissing and snuggling won't make his dick furiously interested but he doesn't know when that point is going to be. Hopefully, soon, because he cannot keep getting erections because they're both idiots.
Determinedly, he zooms over to the bags and scoops them up with a rustle, still painfully pink. A smoother, or braver person would have purred you and taken off but Midoriya gets as far as shaping the y and can't. ]
There's the gym at the hotel, I was going to see if they had weights? I don't want to get out of practice. [ The bags rustle in his hands as he piles them into one and then hooks fingers into Bakugou's pants dangerously close to where he's arranged himself. ] It's a hero hotel. They have a room built for people to work out with their quirks.
[A smoother or braver person would have just made Bakugou mad because someone like that isn't Midoriya at all, and Midoriya is the jerkwad he's currently head-over-heels in love with.
Give it time. Midoriya is already five times more confident. When they're a bit older, a bit more set in being together, Midoriya is probably going to charm his socks off. Or, like, worse... his pants.]
Sure, I can show you how it's really done. [His red eyes narrow on the leap to grab up the bags he remembers trying to weasel away so he could carry them. But then he forgets his irritation momentarily when the dip of the fingers curls a few licks of heat up through his thighs and stomach. It gets him to scoot closer.] We'll see if you can even fucking do half the reps I can, nerd. [Ah. If he could just put his dick in Midoriya's hand right here on the beach...]
You look stupid in those glasses.
[He haTES that he can't endearingly tease Midoriya when it's his merchandise. Damn. Reaching up, he pulls them off and fixes them on Midoriya's dumb freckled face. And then he slides his own and makes sure the hat is situated. Shut up.]
Come on. Before someone recognizes us and wastes my damn time trying to get pictures with you.
[ He wants to rise to the challenge, but is absolutely waylaid by the idea of Bakugou lifting weights. It's not like it's something unfamiliar; he's seen most of his friends working out. That's not the part that's appealing: it's specifically Bakugou. It's absurd and Midoriya won't ever voice it but the idea of seeing Bakugou fighting, or training, or just working out does it for him. ]
I - hey, Kacch-
[ FOILED AGAIN.
Midoriya makes a noise and the bags rustle as he's torn between waving Bakugou off and keeping the bags from jostling too much so nothing gets damaged. His face is hot all over again but he's so pleased the embarrassment barely registers. Glasses situated, he lifts an arm to point and grins back at him. He wants to point out that they'd want pictures with Bakugou, too, but he's not going to get into that discussion right now. Instead, he leads them to the sidewalk, checking for a place where they can mail all of this out.
When that's done (a process that takes a jarring amount of time, why) he leads them to a small grocery store that should have most of what they need. Here, he pushes the shopping cart into Bakugou's hands, already scanning aisles, turning down the first. His planning is a distracted mutter, already perusing shelves. ]
Kacchan, do you want something for breakfast, too?
[The post office is the worst. Not the office itself, but just the sheer length of time it takes to ask for a box that'll fit everything, to figure out what address to send it to for divvying up, to pay for postage (and die of a heart attack).
Naturally, Bakugou is grumbling by the time they get out, and the grocery store is the last place he wants to be, but the promise of food... He'll suffer. Midoriya is with him, so it's fine.
He takes the cart by way of collapsing his arms over the handle, one hand thumbing through his phone idly as he plows along after Midoriya. The typical Midoriya muttering is distracting, though, and he is looking up already when asked the question. Sighing, he slides his phone in his pocket.]
Yeah. Might as fucking well.
[Now that he isn't on his phone, he can peruse the aisle as they go along. Mistakes. They shouldn't have come into the grocery store hungry. Everything he sees, he wants to put in the cart. Bag of chips? They go in without words.
We can still go out, it's just good to have something as a backup.
[ Realistically, it's good to have something at home so if they get distracted they're not out of luck but the's not saying that. The problem with this is that he's hungry too and everything looks good. The crinkle of chips gets a side-eye, Midoriya pausing in his perusing of mixed nuts for a trail mix. He puts them in after a moment of hesitation; they'll need them for what he has planned anyway.
He turns the next aisle and starts looking through sauces, texting his mom every few minutes for help which is only actually so helpful because she keeps asking him questions. Why is he cooking on vacation? Do they have enough money? Does he need money? Oh, he's cooking for Bakugou?
Midoriya's eyes roll to the ceiling and he grabs two options, plunking them into the cart before moving on. As a distraction, he sends her the selfie he took of Bakugou stretched out napping on the beach hammock with him. It works, sort of. ]
Do you want anything else in the sushi? I think vegetables are over there.
[The mixed nuts also get a sort of side-eye, but he doesn't say anything as he continues to push the cart around after Midoriya when they switch aisles. Here and there, he peers at Midoriya's phone like he has hawk vision which can read the text, but he can't.
He does see the shape of the picture, and by the angle, the light, it looks an awful lot like a selfie taken in the hammock. This little ass. Who is the picture going to? Hello? DON'T SEND THAT.
For a moment, he buries his face down in his folded hands on the handlebar, trying to look everywhere else. He only lifts it when Midoriya points out the vegetables.] I want a ball of fucking sticky rice and a slab of raw fish over it. [Again, he straightens up, glances around while following.] If it's fresh.
Do you think they have fucking miso paste here? [Like a child, he gently rams the cart into the back of Midoriya's legs.] Bonito flakes?
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Date: 2019-01-27 02:50 am (UTC)How you gonna know whether or not to tell me yes and you ain’t ever had anyone else? [It’s such a strange efge to walk. His head dios down and he rests his forehead against Midoriya’s cheek, hiding his eyes and face much like he did after their street fight long ago.] Fucking Uraraka. She had the hots for you. Todoroki. Everybody wanted that playboy bastard.
[On one hand, he knows he’d never allow it. Izuku Midoriya belongs to him. Only yhe strongest deserves the OFA successor, and that’s him. On the other hand... He’s aware of how much of a shithead he is, he has been. If anyone didn’t deserve to have Midoriya, it was definitely him. Having immense arrogance and crippling self-loathing is the wildest, most frustrating thing in the world.]
How do you fucking know for certain?
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Date: 2019-01-27 03:00 am (UTC)Midoriya's eyes widen in realization, instantly wanting to negate that because that's not what he meant at all. He stops himself, though, lets Bakugou finish because this is important and he can't keep misunderstanding or making things worse. Bakugou's trying, here, and Midoriya is so full of affection he feels like he's going to burst. ]
I just...do. Why would I want or need anyone else like this?
[ He's kissed other people before. Had fumbling make-out sessions. Everything else, though, was with Bakugou. For years because there's never been anyone else. The mention of Todoroki and Uraraka get a little shrug. He loves them to death and yeah, sure, if things were different maybe? That'd probably only make things worse not assuage his fears, though, so Midoriya uses a newly freed hand to grip the back of Bakugou's neck, tugging him into a kiss. Thinking isn't getting him anywhere; he needs to take a page out of Bakugou's book and just act. Lighting flickers over his fingertips, sparks between their lips and underneath the scent of sunscreen he smells burnt sugar.
When he's done kissing Bakugou within an inch of his life, he leans back against the hammock and presses a lingering kiss to the inside of Bakugou's wrist. ]
How do you know for certain?
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Date: 2019-01-27 03:50 am (UTC)Well. It answers his question in a better way than words.
He has to pause a moment to catch his breath, face flushed and lime-colored lightning popping softly down his neck and over his shoulders. The hand not supporting his weight drops down over Midoriya’s neck and jaw. He brushes his thumb under Midoriya’s bottom lip, brows pulled together.] I just know. [Sure, he’s smooched Kirishima, Urakara just because she was dumb, Kaminari almost for the same reason. None of them had the same spark or drive Midoriya did. Nothing was quite as fulfilling.]
No one else would ever be able to fucking keep up with me.
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Date: 2019-01-27 05:08 pm (UTC)No one else would be able to beat you.
[ Midoriya tugs Bakugou's head down by his ridiculous hat and can't stop the slow curl of possessiveness that curls through him at the thought of Bakugou in his merch. Another kiss is bitten into his mouth, demanding and then softening into something gentler as his hand curls over the nape of his neck, smooths over his skin.
When it's finished, Midoriya licks the flickers of lighting, the taste of ozone off of his lower lip, pupils dark against the electric green of his eyes. ]
Kissing's never been like that with anyone else, either.
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Date: 2019-01-28 03:10 pm (UTC)Mn.
[He gently pinches his lips between his teeth, like he can feel the last kiss Midoriya gifted him. There's nothing better than seeing the ethereal gleam in Midoriya's eyes; latent energy from the quirk igniting the color of them. If he could eat Midoriya's eyes, he probably would. If he could eat any part of Midoriya, actually, he probably would. But he's an asshole, not a cannibal.
Lazily (and maybe he's hiding a little), he tucks his face into the strong curve of Midoriya's neck, resting his cheek and jaw on Midoriya's shoulder. The beach is warm but not burning here, and he's so relaxed.]
Hey. [He pauses for a moment, but doesn't lift his head.] Anyone fucking else think they got their eye on you? [People he should keep an eye on himself. Sorry, he's kind of garbagely possessive now that Midoriya happens to be willing.]
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Date: 2019-01-28 05:24 pm (UTC)I...I don't know?
[ He knows in an abstract way that people want him. He knows that there are people who like him like that, but as to who they are he has no idea. He's too focused on ten thousand other things. ]
No one that I'm aware of. [ No one that matters.
Midoriya's scarred hand slides down the back of Bakguou's tank top, feeling out over the meat of his shoulders, scratching blunt nails lightly up his spine. He doesn't need to ask the question in turn, because he knows. ]
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Date: 2019-01-29 09:07 pm (UTC)[He’s aware Midoriya technically belongs to no one, not with this much acquired sass and confidence, not with OFA. Still, it won’t stop him from showing his teeth, barking instead of biting. Try him. Uraraka, Todoroki? Fight him.
He turns his face briefly into Midoriya’s neck again and rumbles. One hand slides under Midoriya’s shirt at the waist, resting wide on the skin between the hip and the bottom of the ribs. Ugh. He’s going to hate getting up and moving.] M’gonna... fall asleep or some shit... probably. [Just as a forewarning to Midoriya when he inevitably passes out on top in the very faintly swaying hammock.]
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Date: 2019-01-29 09:23 pm (UTC)[ It's too lazy to really be chastising; the sun makes Bakugou warm and sleepy and Bakugou's on top of him. It's doing the same exact thing, the combination of sun and contentment mixing with the faint sounds of water and white noise of people chattering. It's peaceful.
He takes a few photos of them while Bakugou's laid out over him, grinning through the mess of blonde hair. One he sets as his new background. The others are saved, filed away for him to look at later while he lets himself drift. One leg drops down to rock them back and forth, content to lay here until the sun goes down or Bakugou gets bored. Right now, though, the soft pressure of his hand against Midoriya's side combined with the weight of him like some sort of angry anxiety blanket means the most Midoriya does is just touch him, drinking it all in. ]
I'll wake you up if anything interesting happens.
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Date: 2019-01-29 09:50 pm (UTC)Finally, he moves, lazily, scrubbing his face gently into Midoriya’s neck and collar as his body flings him out of light sleep. His head lifts a tad, eyes squinted and blinking, first at Midoriya and then around as if he had forgotten a moment where they were. The best part: his voice is back to crackling with that deep, pleasant drawl.]
How long was I fuckin’ out?
[There’s an angry red imprint of Midoriya’s clothes on the side of his face, and a streaking whelp where he had pressed into Midoriya’s collar bone.]
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Date: 2019-01-29 10:15 pm (UTC)This, too: Bakugou's voice when it's the low rumbling growl. Midoriya thunks his head back against the hammock and laughs helplessly rather than answering right away. ]
Mmm, doesn't matter. [ He wasn't paying attention. Midoriya traces the line against Bakugou's cheek, cupping it with his palm a moment later just so his thumb can drag over the swell of Bakugou's bottom lip. For a moment, he does the same thing Bakugou does to him; the staring, the bright-eyed intensity where he's clearly working over something to say and then shaking it off. ] We've still got most of a bottle of rum or water, if you need.
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Date: 2019-01-29 11:42 pm (UTC)[Luckily, he’s content and drowsy. Midoriya’s affection doesn’t bother him by making him embarrassed, nor does he seems bothered by Midoriya’s staring. Though he does, of course, stare back somewhat curiously.] What...? [The thumb gets his lips to part, but instead of being sexy, he tries to playfully bite what he can.
Then his head butts at Midoriya’s hand before settling in it for a moment. Until he realizes and lifts it back up.] Got an eye problem, nerd? Why the hell you starin’ at me? [He manages to get his eyes open after reaching up to scrub one with his knuckles. This damn beach... and the warm sun, the warmer Midoriya, lying firm beneath him. Dammit.] You been awake this whole time?
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Date: 2019-01-29 11:51 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya flicks his nose in return and drops his hand at the nape of Bakugou's neck to squeeze. Lying isn't something he's great at but he's decent enough at changing the subject. ]
Mmmhm. Mostly. I was enjoying this, that's all.
[ The moments where they get to relax like this are few and far between and the laziness of this was too much of a draw to resist. The foot planted in the sand braces and pushes, sending them rocking gently back and forth once more. ]
I figure we can stop somewhere and mail everything off on the way back so we don't have to carry it? [ He's absolutely carrying those bags back don't test him. ]
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Date: 2019-01-30 12:06 am (UTC)[His nose wrinkles instantly and his eyes squint. He growls, but it’s still thick with sleep and less than half-hearted. The swinging again doesn’t help. He slips down on top of Midoriya like before, jabbing his chin in the other’s chest until he turns his head to the side.] It’s gonna fucking cost an arm and a leg to send that shit back home. [A puff of air blows out of his mouth. It’s fine... His friend better appreciate it.] You ready to go or somethin’?
[Midoriya is not carrying the bags. NOT ALL OF THEM. Bakugou slides his head back and tilts it to peer up at what he can see of Midoriya’s face.]
Hey. You... alright, you shithead?
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Date: 2019-01-30 12:27 am (UTC)[ Pfft, ready to go? If Bakugou wants to lounge here another four hours he could probably be convinced into it. Sure, he wants to explore the area and see that artist and do a thousand different things but also he wants to enjoy this. He's not making any attempt to rise up. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm just- I'm thinking?
[ About everything because that's all he knows how to do. They're still young and don't have to get married any time soon; they can wait forever, really, if they wanted to. Realistically, there might be an issue with their perception if they're public about their relationship which may make getting to number one harder; do they want to risk that? It's worth the risk, in Midoriya's mind, and it is in Bakugou's from what he can tell. Their friends would support them, there isn't any doubt about that. Even All Might and their parents would - do, in some cases. ]
Sometimes... it just hits me how lucky I am. That's all. [ Lucky things turned out like this. Lucky Bakugou loves him as much as Midoriya does. Lucky their friends and family are so good. Midoriya tilts his head accommodatingly and lets his eyes close, smiling. ] When you do wanna get up we can get something on the way back. I'll make dinner.
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Date: 2019-01-31 06:13 pm (UTC)[Just let him bitch, Midoriya! He just wants to bitch for bitching's sake. It's fine.
Anyway, don't say lovey-dovey shit like that, he hates it. The edges of the highest parts of his face flush under the skin. He scoffs, a suck of his teeth and a grunt all at once. But he doesn't say anything so Midoriya won't think to--not even tease him, but keep going.] That depends on what you're fucking making.
They gotta have ingredients from home here, right? Make me somethin' from home. I'm tired of eating stupid American food. [He shifts, wobbling the hammock unintentionally a little.] I haven't fucking had a decent round of sushi or sashimi in ages.
They put too much shit on it. How do they even taste the fish? It's fucking stupid.
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Date: 2019-01-31 07:42 pm (UTC)That flush is almost expected at this point and Midoriya knows he doesn't have any room to talk but he grins lazily at Bakugou and dares to trace his fingers along the edge of pink cheeks, trailing up to the curve of an ear to trace that, too. ]
Careful-
[ He plants a foot down with a laugh, keeping them from tilting too wildly and spilling out and the arm around Bakugou's shoulder tightens just enough that he can lean himself up and pull the other man down, stealing a kiss. He can do it but his sushi always looks a little...off. Thankfully it doesn't need to look nice to be good to eat. ]
There's actually a restaurant here that's...well, it's really expensive, and won't taste like home but people said that it tasted great. They take all the fish locally or if they can get it there in a day. We can try that sometime before we leave. [ Just in case there's any doubt here: ] I'll make you something tonight, though. We can see if there's somewhere on the walk home.
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Date: 2019-01-31 08:12 pm (UTC)[Again, he ducks his head and shoves his face into the curve of Midoriya's warm neck. Don't hecking kiss him. Luckily, though, it makes him settle on top of Midoriya in the hammock again.] It's better than any other shitty fake sushi. [Going before they leave, or so help him. Fresh fish? Spicy fresh fish? Give him.]
We'll go after the damn post office. [Maybe. If they get up. Bakugou sounds incredibly lazy and comfortable. He mutters something in Midoriya's neck, but it's muffled. Sounds maybe something like "smells good." He at least isn't sniffing, only inhaling and exhaling.
He is biting. Gently, first planting his lips on Midoriya's neck and the ropey muscle beneath, then hiking his teeth under the jawline, back toward the ear. Shouldn't have kissed him. Now they're going to have to fuck in a hammock on the beach yards away from the vendor who rented him the damn thing.]
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Date: 2019-01-31 10:44 pm (UTC)[ The promise is a yawned, sleepy slur, Midoriya's fist clenching determinedly for a split second before it flops flat on the muscles of Bakugou's back.
Best tasting that's reasonably available where they are. But hey. He's right about that much, though; it'll be better than the crap they sell at grocery stores that looks like maybe, once upon a time, it had been a fish. There's gotta be a store that'll be able to hook them up somewhere he just has to find it and hope it's on the walk back. ]
Eventually, ye- [ Oh, kisses. Oh, teeth. Midoriya doesn't yelp but it's a close thing, a whole-body twitch running through him as he's torn between pushing Bakugou's head back and encouraging it because they're both absolute disasters. He settles for curling a hand into the hair at the back of Bakugou's head and pulling just firm enough to get his lips and teeth away. ] You're gonna get us kicked off the beach, Kacchan.
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Date: 2019-02-02 06:37 pm (UTC)It'd be worth it.
[Carefully, he pulls back on the gripping hand, testing whether Midoriya will let him go or just continue to tease him with the firm hair holding.] I'd make sure no one could fucking see us. [But he's a good rule boy, so he abandons the taunt and shifts his legs off the hammock to the ground before hefting himself up.] Come on.
[When he stands, he tries to drag Midoriya with him without dumping the both of them in the sand or against the table.] We got shit to ship and food to get. You think I'm gonna fucking spoil you all day or somethin'? [Nevermind that he has to shove his hand in one of his pockets and shift himself up beneath his waistband so he isn't running around with a tent. SHUT UP.]
The hell you wanna do tonight after dinner?
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Date: 2019-02-02 07:20 pm (UTC)At some point, he figures, doing normal couple stuff like kissing and snuggling won't make his dick furiously interested but he doesn't know when that point is going to be. Hopefully, soon, because he cannot keep getting erections because they're both idiots.
Determinedly, he zooms over to the bags and scoops them up with a rustle, still painfully pink. A smoother, or braver person would have purred you and taken off but Midoriya gets as far as shaping the y and can't. ]
There's the gym at the hotel, I was going to see if they had weights? I don't want to get out of practice. [ The bags rustle in his hands as he piles them into one and then hooks fingers into Bakugou's pants dangerously close to where he's arranged himself. ] It's a hero hotel. They have a room built for people to work out with their quirks.
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Date: 2019-02-04 04:29 am (UTC)Give it time. Midoriya is already five times more confident. When they're a bit older, a bit more set in being together, Midoriya is probably going to charm his socks off. Or, like, worse... his pants.]
Sure, I can show you how it's really done. [His red eyes narrow on the leap to grab up the bags he remembers trying to weasel away so he could carry them. But then he forgets his irritation momentarily when the dip of the fingers curls a few licks of heat up through his thighs and stomach. It gets him to scoot closer.] We'll see if you can even fucking do half the reps I can, nerd. [Ah. If he could just put his dick in Midoriya's hand right here on the beach...]
You look stupid in those glasses.
[He haTES that he can't endearingly tease Midoriya when it's his merchandise. Damn. Reaching up, he pulls them off and fixes them on Midoriya's dumb freckled face. And then he slides his own and makes sure the hat is situated. Shut up.]
Come on. Before someone recognizes us and wastes my damn time trying to get pictures with you.
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Date: 2019-02-04 04:45 am (UTC)I - hey, Kacch-
[ FOILED AGAIN.
Midoriya makes a noise and the bags rustle as he's torn between waving Bakugou off and keeping the bags from jostling too much so nothing gets damaged. His face is hot all over again but he's so pleased the embarrassment barely registers. Glasses situated, he lifts an arm to point and grins back at him. He wants to point out that they'd want pictures with Bakugou, too, but he's not going to get into that discussion right now. Instead, he leads them to the sidewalk, checking for a place where they can mail all of this out.
When that's done (a process that takes a jarring amount of time, why) he leads them to a small grocery store that should have most of what they need. Here, he pushes the shopping cart into Bakugou's hands, already scanning aisles, turning down the first. His planning is a distracted mutter, already perusing shelves. ]
Kacchan, do you want something for breakfast, too?
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Date: 2019-02-04 02:46 pm (UTC)Naturally, Bakugou is grumbling by the time they get out, and the grocery store is the last place he wants to be, but the promise of food... He'll suffer. Midoriya is with him, so it's fine.
He takes the cart by way of collapsing his arms over the handle, one hand thumbing through his phone idly as he plows along after Midoriya. The typical Midoriya muttering is distracting, though, and he is looking up already when asked the question. Sighing, he slides his phone in his pocket.]
Yeah. Might as fucking well.
[Now that he isn't on his phone, he can peruse the aisle as they go along. Mistakes. They shouldn't have come into the grocery store hungry. Everything he sees, he wants to put in the cart. Bag of chips? They go in without words.
At least they're baked.]
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Date: 2019-02-04 06:56 pm (UTC)[ Realistically, it's good to have something at home so if they get distracted they're not out of luck but the's not saying that. The problem with this is that he's hungry too and everything looks good. The crinkle of chips gets a side-eye, Midoriya pausing in his perusing of mixed nuts for a trail mix. He puts them in after a moment of hesitation; they'll need them for what he has planned anyway.
He turns the next aisle and starts looking through sauces, texting his mom every few minutes for help which is only actually so helpful because she keeps asking him questions. Why is he cooking on vacation? Do they have enough money? Does he need money? Oh, he's cooking for Bakugou?
Midoriya's eyes roll to the ceiling and he grabs two options, plunking them into the cart before moving on. As a distraction, he sends her the selfie he took of Bakugou stretched out napping on the beach hammock with him. It works, sort of. ]
Do you want anything else in the sushi? I think vegetables are over there.
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Date: 2019-02-04 10:35 pm (UTC)He does see the shape of the picture, and by the angle, the light, it looks an awful lot like a selfie taken in the hammock. This little ass. Who is the picture going to? Hello? DON'T SEND THAT.
For a moment, he buries his face down in his folded hands on the handlebar, trying to look everywhere else. He only lifts it when Midoriya points out the vegetables.] I want a ball of fucking sticky rice and a slab of raw fish over it. [Again, he straightens up, glances around while following.] If it's fresh.
Do you think they have fucking miso paste here? [Like a child, he gently rams the cart into the back of Midoriya's legs.] Bonito flakes?
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