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[Carefully and quietly, Bakugou opens the second pack the same way he opened the first. The more common cards on top, he goes through somewhat fast, having seen them, having expected they would be there. Common, uncommon... He slows down at the rare, peering at the card on top.

Despite himself, he cracks a bit of a smile at one corner of his lips. He puts this card down on the opposite side, alone. The image is of two people in helmeted snorkeling masks. He knows a certain now eleven or twelve year old boy who would like it maybe.

He keeps going, finally at the end with the rarer cards.] Tch! [Give him a damn break! He tries to hide the small bit of comradery under irritation.] This is bullshit. [But when he pulls that card away and sees the one behind it, he balks.] What the fuck?

[He turns the two cards around in his palm and spreads them with his fingers for Midoriya to see.] You think you can fucking slip one in without me, huh, asshole? [They aren't foils, but might as well have been in how ridiculous:

two cards, one glimmering with a fiercely Full Cowled broccoli bastard in heavy-capped red shoes; the other, an exploding damn dandelion, all hard angles and bared teeth, screaming in the heat of battle.]

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[ He can't watch Bakugou and chop fish at the same time without risking losing a finger so he listens to the rustle of cards as Bakugou goes through them instead. A glance over reveals him smiling, but Midoriya doesn't dare comment on that because he doesn't want to risk it going away. Instead he focuses on rolling small balls of rice into neat circles, laughing when he sees the cards offered to him. ]

I dunno, Kacchan, they look accurate. You look so fierce! [ He looks gorgeous even on a card. He looks like he could fight and defend anyone and win without really trying, which is also pretty damn accurate. Midoriya loves it.

Coming over with little grains of rice sticking to his hand he offers a freshly made piece of sushi out so Bakugou doesn't have to reach out and take it and risk getting the cards dirtied. It also lets him peek at the cards more closely. Bakugou paid for the groceries so it's only fair he decides what to keep but he's not sure if Bakugou wants to keep the one of himself. ]

Can I convince you to let me have yours? [ BIG PUPPY EYES ]

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Tch... Shuddap.

[Listen. He might brush this off, but maybe there's some preening in hearing Midoriya compliment him even if he rejects it almost as much as he use to when they were younger. Hell yeah, he looks fierce. He'll kick everyone's ass. He'll kick his dog's ass, he'll kick his own ass!]

Like hell.

[Oh. Nevermind. He's being fed. His lips part so Midoriya can deposit the fishy rice in his mouth, but he's quick to close them over the fingers, probably with more teeth than he should be using. At least the sushi is fresh. God, it's good not being slathered with condiments.

The card hand he lowers to the counter. The other hand takes Midoriya by the wrist--gotcha.

He pulls back to chew, his eyes hopping over Midoriya's scarred hands from one rice to the next. Give him a minute. When he's swallowed, he pulls the hand to himself to vacuum the grains off with his lips.] Maybe if you gimme something. [He abandons the cards, needing both hands to tug Midoriya between his knees as he turns to the side.]

Give me a kiss, and I'll fucking think about it.

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[ Midoriya's eyes track the movement and he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose when Bakugou's mouth closes around his fingers. It's not a surprise, but his stomach still flips all the same, like he's doing the equivalent of sliding his hand into an alligator's mouth and is reasonably sure that the alligator won't bite his fingers too bad. Then, Bakugou's not-so-helpfully cleaning rice off of his fingers (his hands were clean!!! Bakugou!!!) but Midoriya can't bring himeslf to complain as he's tugged into the other man's orbit.

One arm drapes over Bakugou's shoulders, careful not to get his shirt dirty as he leans in and presses a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. ]

Technically, after your battle at the hotel, your cards went up in value. [ Another kiss, fleeting, though he darts away if Bakugou tries to deepen it, grinning because he knows he's being a pain. ] Are you saying my kisses worth twenty-three dollars?

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Ng. Not there, fuckhead. Kiss me like you're supposed to. [Don'T KISS HIS NOSE. STOP TEASING HIM. He's distractedly trying to chase other, better forms of ki--ah. That one. But it's there and gone in a matter of seconds.] Son of a bitch...

[Dammit. Midoriya keeps getting away, and Bakugou doesn't know whether to let it happen so he can get more food, or stop it so he can get more Midoriya Izuku. Ugh. He does try to get more of a kiss, and this only gets Midoriya to flee. He doesn't try nearly as hard as he can to drag Midoriya back.]

I didn't say your kisses were worth fucking twenty-three dollars! [He sounds offended? On Midoriya's behalf. Or maybe because his scruples were questioned. He's a GOOD BOY.] I said I would fucking think about it!

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I'm supposed to be making you dinner!

[ They both know that Midoriya's attention span is a mess when distracted and Bakugou is a very big, very loud distraction that he's all too happy to lose himself in. Laughing, he takes the hand Bakugou had teased earlier and presses a quick kiss to his palm before sliding back to finish slicing and arranging the fish onto the balls of rice.

It doesn't take long when he's focused, delicately trying to make sure each slice of fish is the same size as he starts layering and arranging the balls into some sort of pattern with the different types of fish he purchased. ]

Are you saying my kisses are worth more or less than that?

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[The hawkish look on his face says he knows he's being baited by this question. He's supposed to say yes, they're worth more. He wants to say no, they're worth less (just to be an ass).

But Midoriya has already almost become Niagara Falls, and Bakugou isn't about that life.]

...More. [It's muttered. He wants to dump his chin in his arms, but he has to put the cards together in an organized pile, the ones they want to save and keep on the top. He won't have to look at Midoriya, though, is the point.] Why would your fucking kisses be less than that? Stupid.

But even if they were, getting them would just rack up the value. [He finally does look up then, long enough to catch Midoriya's eyes.] Technically, after you fucking said you loved me, your kisses went up in value.

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[ Oh. He'd honestly thought that the teasing would take more time but no, he's just...saying it. Midoriya flushes, doing a rather impressive impression of a strawberry with messy green curls and bright red cheeks. He's smiling, though, not crying, warm down to his toes with affection so fierce it feels like he can't hope to hold it back. Ugh. ]

So, you're saying that a handful of kisses will get me that card?

[ Kisses and sushi painstakingly assembled. He brings the large plate over with its frankly absurd amount of sushi, along with two smaller plates that he sets on the counter, both with sashimi on them. Midoriya kisses Bakugou's shoulder on the way around the kitchen counter to grab drinks from the refrigerator, the rum pulled out as an afterthought and plunked down there as well.

Only when he's finished setting everything up does he come back, fitting himself up behind Bakugou to plant a kiss over his throat, smelling salt and the sugary sweet hint that always seems to linger around him. ]

If their worth goes up every time I say it, by the time we're forty that would make my kisses worth so much, Kacchan.

Edited (tfw u can't think of the right word) Date: 2019-02-08 06:37 pm (UTC)

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I said I'd think about it.

[What might get Midoriya the card on top of that, though, is the fish and rice being brought over. Hey, the rum will help, too.] Don't be fucking stupid. I didn't say the value went up after every damn kiss. Just that the value went up. [Is Midoriya trying to prepare to buy low and sell high when they're forty!! What the hell!

Twisting on the stool, Bakugou scoops his legs back around Midoriya and pulls the other man between himself and the edge of the counter. He tucks in close, propping his chin on Midoriya's shoulder so he can have a piece of the sashimi with his fingers while also getting to possessively keep a hold of his true prize.]

S'almost better than your kisses.

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I can be very convincing.

[ Very annoying and earnest, really. Midoriya grins, letting himself be dragged in by the long line of Bakugou's legs, sliding an openly appreciative hand up from a calve to a thigh, squeezing just shy of where it'd turn into his ass. It's all hard muscle underneath, but Midoriya's hand curls around it just as casually possessive and affectionate as the chin on his shoulder. ]

You know, Kacchan, it's much more difficult to eat like this.

[ He's not...really complaining because his cheeks are warm and he's a little flustered, stealing a quick cheek kiss since it's there. Midoriya doesn't miss that almost either, laughing quietly as he steals a piece to eat himself. ]

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Don't care.

[The point is he gets to snuggle and also vacuum the dinner made for him. Clearly, this is the best thing. He does relent just enough to let Midoriya have some, feeling it's only fair considering Midoriya prepared it all.

But one is enough. Or maybe two.

Once more, he weasels his head back in, but instead of putting his chin on Midoriya's shoulder, he kind of just... hovers expectantly. He peers at the food, at Midoriya, and then parts his lips in silent demand for Midoriya to put something delicious in his mouth. Feed him. Spoiled.

Watch out for the fingers, he'll probably try to nip them.]

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[ Really, the snuggling is one of the best parts of this whole endeavor. It's less likely to happen when suggested, but the impulse snuggling? That is great, and well worth the penalty of not being able to inhale thirty pieces of sushi in as many seconds. ]

Your hands are still free.

[ Like it matters, like Midoriya isn't wrapped around Bakugou's finger, like he's not going to pick up a piece of sushi and carefully feed him. The nipping isn't a surprise - it's Bakugou. Once he frees his finger, it traces over the swell of his lower lip and then he steals his hand back just to feed him another piece, leaning against the steady line of him on the stool. Besides, being this close affords him the ability to study Bakugou differently than from a distance in public, or asleep. There are the pink, sun-kissed parts of his shoulders that Midoriya desperately wants to kiss, the sharp line of his clavicle that Midoriya thinks about marking up at least ten times a day. Unfair.

He sneaks the hand off of Bakugou's thigh to eat another two pieces in quick succession and then draws a glass over, washing it down with some water from earlier which he offers to Bakugou in turn. For once, he doesn't chatter, too focused on the task at hand with a side of wondering which shirt Bakugou's wearing tomorrow and how far he can leave marks on the pale skin of his throat. Hm. ]

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[Midoriya is too busy hungrily looking over the rest of him to notice Bakugou watching back. Even when he's lapping the sushi out of Midoriya's fingers, his red eyes are cut to Midoriya's face.

After he's finished swallowing, he reaches up to snap once in front of Midoriya's nose.] Oi. [If Midoriya likes the ropey, thick neck and the slanted collar bone, he'll love the swell of cleavage when Bakugou leans forward in Midoriya's face, letting the dipped tank top just fly open without a care in the world.] What the hell is your eyes looking at so hard?

[He takes the water without withdrawing, still suspiciously bouncing his eyes back and forth between Midoriya's own.] You're lookin' at me like I'm the fucking main course. [He leans back just so he can swig the water and lick his lips.] But I'm wonderin' if you've got the fucking balls to even take a bite.

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[ They are absolutely, positively not allowed to have sex before they eat dinner, no matter how much Bakugou looks like a whole fucking meal all on his own. They can't. The sushi will go bad and he spent so long on it that he refuses to let it happen, which means his options are limited. Being a hero is all about finding creative solutions, right? He shoves down the part of himself that wants to bicker back, because sometimes the best way to win a battle is to know how to fight. ]

Sometimes, it takes everything not to look at you. Doesn't matter who else is in the room, you're just... [ A confession, but it's uttered like a fact as Midoriya's eyes are drawn down to the swell of his chest, stomach going tight. Creative solutions. He's got this, especially when Bakugou offers the challenge. How can he not rise to it? ] It's what I was debating earlier, Kacchan.

[Hesitating just the briefest beat, he adjusts his position back by a step, pressing a kiss to a pink shoulder, sliding down until he has his lips against Bakugou's adam's apple and then further, grazing teeth over his clavicle. ]

I was trying to remember what you packed so I know where to leave the bruises. [ A quick glance up through messy curls and then Midoriya leans in and presses his teeth into the meat of his chest, just hard enough to be able to watch pale skin go white and then flush red. Probably not hard enough to bruise, but that's fine. Midoriya drags a hand up from his thigh, over his belly and palms over a nipple on his way up to skim over the teeth marks. ]

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[Yeah, okay. Midoriya thinks they aren't allowed to have sex before--during?--dinner, but here they are, clearly about to start having sex against the counter and on the stool in the middle of freshly made sushi.

Honestly, Bakugou didn't expect Midoriya to follow through because of this exact reason. He figured he'd be scolded or chided, that Midoriya would try to distract him by offering to shove more rice and fish into his mouth.

So color him shocked as hell when Midoriya gets fire in the blood. When Midoriya gets into his space, and he has to lean back enough to make room. Heat climb quickly up his jaws into his cheeks. He asked, but dammit, it's both embarrassing and attractive when Midoriya tells him so boldly.] The fuck? Don't be saying shit like that so... [His throat swallows between Midoriya's lips. The skin of his neck and the top of his chest is feverish.]

Fuck off. [Which is hard when one of Bakugou's big hands is cupping Midoriya's elbow. His face collapses for a brief few seconds from irritably enthralled to pleasantly tortured. His voice has gotten husky again. No... the biting... Why is the biting and Midoriya's dumbass big hand feeling him up one of the biggest turn ons in the world?] You're startin' some shit I'm gonna make you fucking finish.

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[ He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered it. Of course he'd also had to weigh just how much marble countertops cost to replace if they ended up breaking them during sex and he'd decided it probably (probably) wasn't worth it. Bakugou's making him reconsider, though, because his voice is doing that thing and Midoriya wants to wring his name out of him when it sounds like this. ]

Hey, I fully intend on - [ As if to remind them that truck food, while delicious, wasn't the most filling, his stomach growls loudly between them and Midoriya thunks his head down onto Bakugou's shoulder pathetically. He's wasting away, Bakguou. ]

On finishing eating, and then um, everything else. You.

[ Yeah, smooth, absolutely fucking nailed it. Midoriya shoves a piece of sushi into his mouth and then picks up another to feed it to Bakugou. That is absolutely not what he meant, but it kind of is, which is the worst. ]

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[A hero's metabolism strikes again.

Bakugou scoffs, and the noise sounds slightly amused despite how much he'd blow his lid if anyone pointed it out.] You're a fucking loser. [He really wants to put a lot of other things in his mouth, but he accepts the sushi when Midoriya brings it over.

Granted, he thought the first one had initially been for him, so Midoriya at least got a laugh out of Bakugou expectantly parting his lips like a tricked dog. Only to be disappointed, the ends of his fine brows yanking together irritably as his prized sushi is guzzled down Midoriya's throat.

Once he's mostly finished chewing, he slides an arm over Midoriya's ass and gets a hold of the opposite thigh. Midoriya's stacked as hell, but Bakugou meets him neck-and-neck almost, so it isn't too hard to heft Midoriya up into his lap, so long as Midoriya cooperates.

There. Nothing is more manly than having your boyfriend sitting across a thigh like a trophy while you lean a little back and preen about. And also get fed.]

Thank fuck the fish was fresh. I thought I was gonna have to try not to fucking puke.

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I am not.

[ The token response, instantly more focused on the fact that he's being hefted up. He doesn't fight it, too contented with the idea of settling into Bakugou's lap without any worry about being dropped. It means he's at the perfect position to press his nose in against the curve of Bakugou's neck to graze a kiss since it's there. It's a fleeting thing, followed by the weight of Midoriya's arm sliding around his shoulders, rough fingers skimming the line of his tank top. ]

There is absolutely no sushi worse than the sushi I had in Chicago.

[ It'd just been a short layover but he'd foolishly seen it and thought, why not. He knows better, now and besides, he did make pretty damn good sushi. ]

I did have a little help, though.

[ Look, he's even being nice and picking up a piece to feed Bakugou. ]

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American sushi is fucking disgusting. It shouldn't be illegal to kill the people who make it to spare everyone else from having to fucking ea...

[His mouth opens when the piece of delicious rice and fish come into eating range. One of the few ways to shut him up. Taking the time to savor the taste and chew, he loops both thick arms around Midoriya's waist and settles his head at Midoriya's shoulder and chest.

He does hiss gently when the fingers run the lane of the gentle sunburn by his shoulders and the back of his neck.] Damn, be careful. It fucking stings. [With his head bent, it's easy for Midoriya to pluck the collar of the tank down and see the hilarious looking line where the sunburn sits in the shape of the stupid shirt.]

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I've had better sushi.

[ It's a distracted agreement as he thumbs along the line of his shoulder to see just how bad that sunburn is while Bakugou's head settles against him. Careful, he presses a quick kiss to the fluff of his hair and tips his shirt back just enough to see. It looks ridiculous, but that's endearing in its own way, really. ]

We'll be more careful tomorrow.

[ Another piece of sushi each because it stops him from talking about how interesting it is that they can get tossed into walls and break them but their skin burns in the sun no matter what.

But. He is thinking about it, eyeing that burn again. ]

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[One of Bakugou's wide hands settles on Midoriya's thigh by the knee, both out of habit and as a means to keep Midoriya steady in his lap while he's bent over at the shoulders.

Midoriya is too quiet. There's no muttering, but he can tell there's muttering on the inside at best.] Oi. What the hell are you thinking so hard about? [He lifts his head back to peer up, the hand sliding from the knee to the thick of the thigh and squeezing.] Mm?

Gimme another one.

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[ You did this to yourself buddy. ]

It's just interesting that this even happens.

[ Midoriya feeds him another piece and hums at the squeeze to his thigh, his free fingers trailing lightly over the skin of his shoulders. It's not enough of a touch to hurt, just a fleeting graze of his fingertips. ]

We know that your hands are able to withstand close-range heat and explosions, even if that is directed externally. But it doesn't apply to the sun, so you still burn.

[ He can guess why, because of the difference between the sun's rays and Bakugou's explosions but it's still interesting to him. ]

Here, open.

[ It'd a distracted order as he lifts another and smooths a kiss over somewhere not too pink. ]

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Yeah, well, I got fucking skin, dumbass. [This doesn't exactly explain much except he has a dermis organ susceptible to UV rays, but listen.] Besides. That's why I wear fucking gloves.

[Hang on. His lips part and he hungrily accepts the food without biting Midoriya's fingers too much. And he at least doesn't talk with his mouth full.]

I don't blow fucking flames outta my hands, but it still hurts. I just got use to it after doing it for so fucking long. I have to time it right to explode most of the sweat when it's off my hand.

Shouldn't you know all this shit? Don't you got that shitty stalker notebook still?

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Really.

[ Borderline Aizawa tone, here, though it quickly fades and he's left with amusement. He knows that it's not flames but the explosions are still large enough sometimes that there would be some heat reflected back at him. Not enough to cause blisters or irritation, most likely but - ]

It's not a stalker notebook, either, Kacchan.

[ Midoriya adjusts himself Bakugou's thigh just a little so he can hook his feet at the stool, leaning into him a little more solidly. He's past the point of defensiveness when Bakugou gives him shit; Midoriya grabs for a hand because he can, and presses his lips against Bakugou's knuckles. ]

...I wonder if Todoroki gets sunburnt, too. Probably?

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Stalker notebook...

[The tease falls short when he hasn't yet learned how to use a Teasing Voice. His hand kneads Midoriya's thigh up until Midoriya steals it away, and he, naturally, grumbles about it. His fist balls. He punches Midoriya across the cheek and mouth, but it's the slowest, softest punch he's probably ever thrown in Midoriya's direction.] The fuck I care for? [But he actually considers it for a moment.]

Maybe just one half of him burns or some shit. Like the cold side. [Bakugou can't help it. He cracks a shit-eating grin, and then he cackles quietly.] Can you imagine Halfy slapped-ass red all on one side and normal on the other?

He'd look like his hair.