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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.

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[ Maybe that notebook is filled with doodles of Bakugou and hearts, buddy, you don't know.

The fist comes slow enough to dodge but he doesn't bother, faking an ah as he's hit, only to grab the hand again and press another kiss to his knuckles, laughing. He can absolutely picture it; one half of Todoroki bright red while the other isn't. It's an absurd mental image. ]

Remind me to put something on your shoulders after we're done eating, too, Kacchan. I know it's not too bad right now but sunburns are always worse the second day.

[ HERE EAT MORE FOOD shut up and let him fuss. ]

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It's fine. I don't need any stu...

[Dammit. He doesn't want to abandon the better sushi he's had since getting here, so he shuts up and opens his mouth for what's given to him. Midoriya's ass is digging into that one thigh; all he can do with his mouth full of grunt.

But he grabs Midoriya by the middle and splits Midoriya's legs with his lap, putting both knees over him and forcing Midoriya to sit facing him with weight balanced. Even for a guy with a meaty back end, Midoriya's tailbone hurts.]

As long as you ain't fucking slapping me across the shoulders. I just need sunscreen.

[His mom would have a duck if she found out he went stomping out like a hardass without putting on anything to protect his skin. Midoriya will probably hear that phone conversation later.]

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[ For all that his ass is muscle, he's still bony as hell so the switch being necessary doesn't surprise him but the timing does. Abruptly, he finds himself shifted and a piece of sushi goes to the ground with a wet thud, sushi-side down. It leaves him face to face with Bakugou which isn't a bad thing by any means but the yelp and scramble to adjust on his side aren't exactly smooth, either.

Frowning, he looks over at the piece and figures he'll get it after he gets off since Bakugou seems intent on keeping him here. Maybe he ought to get some grapes and a fan while he's at it. ]

Kacchan, the sushi... [ Wow what an unconvincing argument. Midoriya picks up another more carefully and pops it into his mouth, poking his chest gently. ] Sunscreen doesn't help it now. I think there's lotion in my carry-on.

[ It's not post-sunburn lotion but "sad jerkoff while I'm alone on trips" lotion, but it still works. ]

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If it had been better sushi, it wouldn't have fucking fell on the floor.

[???

Please get him a fan and some grapes. It'd be perfect. Maybe he could put Midoriya in a Princess Leia slave outfit. It's fine.] I meant sunscreen for next time. I don't need any damn lotion. [He'll be asking for the lotion later after he's forced to sleep on his stomach because his back and shoulders brushing the sheets stings.] Next, you'll be saying we need a damn aloe plant.

[Both hands can now splay out over each of Midoriya's thighs, rubbing up and down as he pleases. God bless hot weather and shorts. His fingers skirt under the ends and rub from knees to thigh tops on the bare, muscled skin. From here, Midoriya's neck looks good enough to bite, and Bakugou considers it.]

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Wh- that's not-

[ It takes him a second because he wants to retort and then what Bakugou said hits him and he's left shaking his head. Okay, buddy. Have another piece of sushi carefully carried over so he doesn't drop this one. ]

I don't know if that's a good idea, I've killed the last three plants given to me.

[ NOT INTENTIONALLY but he just is gone for weeks at a time or the plants get too much sun when he's at work for long hours or any other number of issues. Ultimately the end result is he can't keep plants alive despite trying. It'd be easier with a roommate, but -

Hm. Unaware of his boyfriend's internal debate, Midoriya drops both arms around his shoulders and touches their foreheads together while Bakugou's hands smooth over his legs. ]

Kacchan, move in with me, when we get back home.

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[It's almost comforting being able to idly rub Midoriya's legs back and forth while eating the sushi he had been offered. Not being able to talk while chewing gives him time to think, not that he doesn't already keep his mouth shut most of the time, speaking only when he's got something worth saying.

He swallows, and his eyes lift to meet Midoriya's as the forehead comes down against his own. Something warms him fiercely in his core, and he kind of hates it because he's not use to feeling it very much.] Haah? [He knows what Midoriya said; his voice is airy and under his breath.

He probably can't stop the color trying to climb up his neck into his face, the same shade as the sunburn slapped on his shoulders.]

Your PR manager will have a field day with your ass.

[He didn't say no.]

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[ Their noses touch briefly and Midoriya smiles, warm and sappy and intentionally brushes the tips of their noses together because why not. It's silly affection and Bakugou's hands keep trailing up and down his thighs so why not. Admittedly the request isn't...exactly what he'd planned on but they're on vacation together. They're living together here. They're partners in every sense of the word, why not back home, too? ]

...I hope not, the only one allowed to do that is you.

[ The arms around his shoulders slide down just a bit, enough that he can cup the back of Bakugou's neck, the gentle teasing fading into something a little more intense, a little more certain.

That wasn't a no, or a real objection, either. You don't have to decide now, but... well, I'd like it.

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[Damn... He really wishes Midoriya wouldn't pull this cute shit on him. It makes him soft, and he despises being soft. Then when he's not soft, it just looks like he's an asshole. The heat climbs further into his cheeks, up toward his ears.] Tch. I better fucking be... [His head is gonna pop it's so hot.

Gently, his fingers dig into the top meat of Midoriya's thighs. All he wants to do is eat the lips hovering right above his own, but Midoriya is distracting him with sentimental talk.

And he owes it to Midoriya, he guesses, after pulling that bullshit in New York during sex. It feels like he released a lot of the tension, but then just made things a hella more complicated on top.]

S'that mean you don't give a shit what your fanbase says? That you're living with your rival? Barely anyone else would stand five feet away from my ass much less live in the same house as me. I ain't stupid.

I know people are afraid of me.