[There's immediate relief when in the room, even if it's not his room, or Kirishima's room, and, in fact, it's Midoriya's room, and he's not sure if he's ever even been in this room yet. Avoiding Midoriya like the plague was how he dealt with his growing suspicions and intense jealousy.
Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
[ It would be easier if he didn't have to worry about liking someone else or them liking him; everything would be easier if this was just going to class, being normal and no kissing or anything else to speak of but that was unrealistic. Still. Uraraka probably isn't angry. He's talked to her about his conflicting feelings about Bakugou before and she's talked to him in turn but she certainly never mentioned a kiss so maybe they're on more even footing than he thought? ]
I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
[As expected, the rejection causes him to growl irritably, but he doesn't seem to be angry. Annoyed his desire was slapped with a stop sign again mostly.] Why does it fuckin' matter? [After a moment of pausing, he quickly begins to shrug off Midoriya, shuck the hold.
Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
[ The arm was to make it easier to kiss him if he told Midoriya the truth, but he's sliding away and Midoriya knows it's better not to pursue right now. He doesn't seem pissed off which is a blessing; gingerly, he settles himself onto the edge of his bed and lightly thumbs over the bruise that aches on his neck. A hoodie might cover it but his t-shirts certainly won't. ]
How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
[Surprisingly... he's quiet for a long time with his back to Midoriya and his head somewhat down. He should really be more considerate in his pursuits, but he's absolutely a work in progress, even with Kamino, even with their fight.
Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
[ The strangest part about all of this is he likes this Bakugou. He liked the older one too of course, but this one, the quieter one who thinks before he says things, who isn't performatively cruel just a little rough and clumsy, is... nice. Midoriya still doesn't understand how to best talk to him but this is progress. ]
I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
[It gets him to turn around. Slowly, but no less mildly shocked at the declaration. He's not... It's obvious, in a way. Hadn't he said how hard Midoriya clung to him when they were kids? Every time he looked back, thinking he had lost Midoriya in the dust, there the boy was, stumbling after him.
Frustrating.
Here, still frustrating, except, it feels different. Midoriya is the one running ahead, and he's the one stumbling to keep up. So he scowls, not with rage, but with a hawkish and uncertainly suspicious expression.]
When you were a damn moron. [At least he isn't the only moron, even if he won't admit it.] Just forget it.
Uraraka wanted to fucking kiss you. I don't think I was supposed to tell, but whatever. Now you fucking know, and you can kiss her back.
[ Midoriya cuts him a vaguely amused look, fingers pressing against the bruise without realizing it like it's some kind of worry stone. Just forget it Bakugou orders like it's even remotely possible, like Midoriya doesn't still taste him on his lips from their furious, if short makeout session. Just forget it. There's no chance. ]
It doesn't even seem fair to do...anything besides kissing. I know the other guys and Ashido talk about dating all the time and I get it but I don't know where they find the time.
[ They're all trying to be heroes, do they even have time to figure this out? With only one actual day off a week save for extenuating circumstances, they're all so busy that it's a wonder they have time to breathe and sleep. What if that would automatically make him a bad boyfriend because he's so focused on his goals and not on the other person? What if --
Midoriya oozes further into the bed, hands over his face. Morosely, ]
You keep threatening to kill me, so you better do it if I ask you to.
[Given quickly, just so Midoriya doesn't get the wrong idea, and he adds a muttered, "Stop fuckin' smiling," afterward.]
It's easy. Don't fucking date then. No one's forcing you, nerd.
[Besides, you know, everyone here being full of raging hormones and energy, stuck and smashed together, supporting each other, getting feelings. They're kind of forcing themselves unintentionally.]
Gladly. [Midoriya sinks more, and Bakugou closes the distance between them until their knees are touching. He presses one of his own into the bed and bullies Midoriya over with his bulk and his determination, holding himself up with one hand while the other takes Midoriya by the face and turns it off to the side. He peers at the suckled bruise, and then he appraises it almost admiringly.] When are you ready to die?
You always did look a hell of a lot better beat up.
[ From underneath his hand there's a wry smile at the order to stop smiling like he's just automatically going to disobey any order that he's given on principle. Just don't date, he says like it's that easy, like Aizawa and the others didn't put them in dorms where it's all too easy to do.
Bakugou climbing up onto the bed gets a startled noise; Midoriya flaps a hand at him and then stretches out to let the other boy have some room on the bed too, winding a hand through blonde hair gently. The fact that Bakugou's pleased about the mark he's left isn't a surprise; Midoriya's shockingly obedient as he lets Bakugou examine it, but the pleased look gets a noise that's almost a laugh. ]
That's pretty messed up. [ There's no heat to it; Midoriya slides his hand down to the nape of Bakugou's neck and pulls him into another kiss easy as you please, but this one's softer up until he bites at Bakugou's bottom lip again like he just can't help himself. ]
[Being tender is territory he's never exactly charted. It's not that he can't be, when guided, but it takes some effort on his part since he's typically always so rowdy and boisterous in everything he does.
But he's getting his kisses again, and that's all that matters for the moment, so he can go slow. The trepidation fades the longer their lips touch, and the bite gets both a small growl of annoyance and a faint grin of thrill. Midoriya just keeps lighting the fire under his ass when he's trying so hard to be good. Every time!
He bites back, only he bites Midoriya's jaw instead, not hard, a sharp nip. Then he bites Midoriya's neck along the taut length of it. Then he simply drags his lips over the hickey already left before pulling back.]
Where d'you want the other ones? So everyone'll know you've been kissing me instead of watching the movie. I don't trust you not to be a fucking coward. I get to pick.
[ He's expected to make any sense of what Bakugou's saying when they're like this? The lazy kissing was one thing but the moment that Bakugou starts biting at him again, a shuddery little noise is yanked out of him and he melts into the bed, jaw tilting up to give him more room to work. ]
You get to pick where I get bruises or that people know you gave 'em?
[ Stretching out on the bed, his shirt rides up and he makes no move to fix it, too busy sliding his free hand up the front of Bakugou's and skating rough fingers over the hard line of his abs like he's been dying to do for ages. It is just as satisfying as he imagined it'd be, honestly, scraping blunt nails down lightly until he can hook his fingers in the material of Bakugou's sweats, tugging his hips down so he can toss a leg up around him. It's all the warning Bakugou gets before Midoriya throws his weight, trying to roll them and push Bakugou down onto the bed so he can straddle him. ]
[This is too much. He's such a dumb jock sometimes. The moment the shirt rides up, his eyes immediately deviant straight to the exposed skin, and he doesn't even pay a whole lot of attention to Midoriya's plans like he should be doing.
He brushes his calloused fingers over the revealed lower half, just a taste of it, but enough to be able to tell that it's true, Midoriya isn't the same scrawny shrimp he beat up on when they were little. He's not sure whether to be jealous or turned on. He only gets a brief tease, and his hips go down, and the leg goes up, and then all at once, he goes over with a feisty growl.
But he's quick to grab Midoriya's wrists with damp palms, fingers tight and ready, holding uncertainly. His eyes narrow, the depth of them burning with an excited anticipation, like he knows Midoriya is capable of playing dirty.]
Now what, nerd? You think you're big because you're sitting on the fucking hill?
[He jerks the arms up by his shoulders, yanking Midoriya down toward his waiting face. The kiss this time isn't soft. It's rough and hungry.]
Midoriya is shameless; you have to use everything you can in a fight, right? So what if this isn't a fight, technically. Bakugou's eyes wandering isn't something he misses and once he's on top he braces himself over Bakugou's thighs, looking down at him while his wrists are held tight. ]
I can't do much with my hands -
[ Okay, well, he doesn't need hands to kiss he supposes. Maybe a little bit, but this is a different sort of nice, Bakugou biting a kiss against his lips, a scrape of teeth and the wethot heat of his tongue as Midoriya drops down over him and kisses back just as furiously, pressing his body down against Bakugou's and oh, oh he wasn't expecting that to be as good as it is, wasn't expecting the way his body would go white-hot and incandescent with want. ]
[Releasing Midoriya's wrists only comes when he's fully got the other boy enthralled in kissing him, and he doesn't stay empty-handed for long. Down under the bottom edge of Midoriya's shirt, he cups his hands along the sharp lines of Midoriya's hips, thumbs the dip in the front.
And then he sweeps them up, taking the shirt with it, feeling the muscles and the ribs, pushing the hands around to the back to dig his nails into the skin. The kissing is nice, but it's really this that gets him half hard. Aching more than anything. The biggest urge to dump Midoriya back over and bite every spot he can find.
He pins Midoriya against him with an arm across the back, and the other pulls on the green hair to expose the neck he didn't get a chance to do anything with a few minutes ago. He doesn't brush his lips this time. He clamps his teeth down on a spot half over the one already there, no biting, only sucking with his lips to draw the blood to the surface of the skin.
[ Midoriya makes a low noise into the kiss and at the arm pinning him down against the hard, muscled line of Bakugou's body. He's always been fit and Midoriya's always admired it but he'd never really considered he would be allowed to be this close in any other context besides fighting. Against his throat, Bakugou seems to want to make sure that bruise is as big as humanly possible, like some kind of giant "FUCK OFF" sign to anyone else. It's endearing, but Midoriya fully intends to give as good as he gets and Bakugou's pale skin would look good with a bruise blossoming across it.
His shirt goes up and after a moment of wiggling with it he finally gives up and shoves at Bakugou's hands until he can strip out of it, tossing it at the head of his bed. The scars are more pronounced when he's bare-chested; ragged red and pink scattered across his skin where the wounds are still freshly healing. He's not self-conscious about them, not when they're signs of hard-won victory, but he does pull back just enough to return the favor, shoving at Bakugou's shirt, sinking down until he can mouth kisses on the jut of his collarbones, biting at the junction of his throat and shoulder when he trails up to leave a bruise there in turn. ]
[Bakugou doesn't get nearly as much time to inspect and appreciate as he wants, and it frustrates him. He growls faintly in the back of his throat, teeth tight, but then he gets distracted somewhat by the annoying black shirt and Midoriya's imposing mouth.
He pushes with an arm when the shirt gets stuck at his shoulders, though it's easy for him to bunch a fist in it and yank it off over his head. He's pale, and cut in sharp lines out of stone, and perfect, and damp, but not disgusting. Sweet smelling actually, almost like caramel. Nitroglycerin. His skin colors quickly and nicely under the sucking mouth, and a burgundy heat speckles his neck up into his cheeks, across the plane of his chest.
Gently, he grinds up until the bite releases, and then he sinks back, drawing both knees up. He hasn't forgotten despite the distraction.
Pressing a palm into the center of the other boy's chest, he shoves gently, pushes Midoriya upright and then back over his thighs and knees. The exposed chest and stomach get a curious, slow sweep of both his hands. Inspecting. His eyes linger on the scarring.
Midoriya has worked with the hand-out from All Might. He's a little jealous. There's something to show for it.
His thumbs dip right below the hem of the pants, but settle there in the hot groove of Midoriya's hips without going further. His eyes still haven't left the strangely now older body, the scars. When did Midoriya not become the nerd he knew?
When did Midoriya get so powerful on him? Cocksure and strong and, more than anything, determined. He won the fight, but Midoriya had shown him... it had to be earned now, the victory of the battles between them.]
Why... the fuck are you so... stupid? You can't save shit when you're broken.
[ Everything about Bakugou is a distraction. Midoriya wants to spend hours on him, with him, wants to take him apart with the same single-minded determination that he uses to learn move sets, or grow his strength. He wants to learn all the noises Bakugou's going to make if Midoriya touches him here or there, or if he uses his mouth versus his hands.
Whether or not this is going to progress past tonight remains to be seen so he feels like it's reasonable to be greedy and extend this as far as humanly possible. He's not going to write it in his notebook (moans when I put my mouth right here doesn't belong with the massive notes on Bakugou's powers ) but it's tempting.
Leaning back, he lets himself rest against the thighs acting as his chair and refuses to consider right now how it puts him over Bakugou's hips, an additional layer of temptation blocked by their respective pants, thankfully.
He endures the shockingly gentle touches, the hot drag of his thumb against a hip, but more than anything else it's the weight of Bakugou's eyes on him, examining him that makes his skin prickle more than anything else. He's seen himself in the mirror; he doesn't look bad, he thinks. He's gotten bulkier from all the work he's put in but it's Bakugou who is almost obscenely attractive; that he's kiss-mussed and laying on Midoriya's bed only adds to it. Lightly, he spreads a hand over the expanse of Bakugou's chest and looks away at the question. ]
I still have to try. [ That's all it boils down to. There's no long-winded response, nothing justifying it. He went after Bakugou with the others because that's what heroes do. He's broken his body countless times because there wasn't another option. The hand on his chest skates over, thumbing over a nipple with the same speculative look he gets when he's trying to solve a problem or memorize something. ] Mm. You're gorgeous, Kacchan.
Both brows fall and knot in the middle. Midoriya won’t ever know exactly whether it’s the skirt of a finger over his nipple or the words said (both, probably), but suddenly, so quickly and all at once, heat rushes right up into Bakugou’s face, turning him red high over the cheeks and across the nose. His neck is darker, his chest hot and pink, too. When he’s embarrassed, it happens blatantly and everywhere, no thanks to pale skin.
His breath catches after a low, teeth bared inhale, and for a moment, he can’t think of anything scathing to say whatsoever. Nothing comes. He blanks, and his body continues without him, twitching, fingers curling. He drags his hands down over the tops of Midoriya’s thighs, worrying the pants but mainly focusing on gripping for lack of anything better to do when he’s putty in curious hands.]
Just... shut the hell up. [He can’t believe how much his voice lacks the vitriol it usually has, and he hates it. What the fuck. Shift, draws one arm back and lifts himself onto one elbow. He peers up st Midoriya with his head tipped back, eyes narrowed.] Don’t fuckin’ compliment me...
[Pushing his thumb over along Midoriya’s lower belly, he drags it up by the navel, feeling the light and barely there hair, the muscle of the abs. His frown is present, though not displeased. More... oddly unsure in the face of the definite change to the friend(?) he once knew and bullied.]
I can’t believe... I have to fucking... learn you all over again...
[ He isn't sure what prompts the blush but it creeps down across his face, over his neck and chest and Midoriya barely manages to bite back the smug little hum that comes from it. It could be the tentative, questing touches or it could be the compliments but he doesn't know so the easiest answer and the one that makes the most sense is doing both until he figures out the answer. ]
No. [ Giddily, now. He likes saying no to Bakugou, likes knowing he can, that he has the strength to and better still, it's saying no to not flustering him. ] You're handsome.
[ A different word, maybe a little more manly (thanks, Kirishima) though his breath hitches halfway through delivering it because Bakugou's touching him, fingers skimming over sensitive skin he didn't realize was sensitive, dragging a shiver out of him. ]
I'm still me. [ Midoriya leans in and steals a lazy kiss just because he can, softer, sweeter, even as his hands start at Bakugou's belly and stroke over his chest, sweeping over his shoulders, openly appreciative. ]
[There’s something very sure in how he says this even has Midoriya bends down to deliver him a slow and gentle kiss. He can’t get any more red, so what he has simply lingers for a longer time, plaguing him.] I said stop, dumbass... [Midoriya’s lips get a bite for it, and his free hand skims up to cup Midoriya’s throat. Not roughly, but a hold, directing, keep Midoriya’s mouth from escaping while he makes hungry use of it.
He hates it. He can’t understand how he had been proven wrong, trying to taunt the other boy. Midoriya is a decent kisser. Neither of them are schooling the other, only converging at the middle and exploring. He has no one-ups anymore, it feels like.
The playing field is equal and level. Maybe.
Lifting his arm, he reclines back into the bed, bringing his other hand down, away. Both reach over Midoriya’s thighs and around behind, delving through calf and thigh to hook his fingers into his own pants. His hips lift, making room, and he starts pulling them down toward his knees even with Midoriya on top of him. Not a hint of modesty or humility. Bakugou is still prideful, and even if he despises Midoriya’s compliments, he has nothing to be ashamed of really.
Everything comes off, and his knees work a moment until he can get sweats and underwear down far enough to kick off. The socks go after by lifting his foot and reaching. But he’s hidden, for now, unless Midoriya looks back or feels behind. A small, smug grin curls the corners of his lips.]
[ He's different, for sure but he still feels...pretty much the same. He still thinks the world of Bakugou, though it's tempered with realism these days. He still wants to be the best, wants to be as good as All Might if not better. The core of him hasn't changed, but Bakugou thinks he's different and Midoriya wants to know how. Is it a good different or a bad one?
This isn't the time or place to ask, though, so he swallows that up and instead makes a hungry little noise into the kiss when Bakugou's hand cups his throat. Behind him, Bakugou's doing something; Midoriya would turn his head if he weren't occupied but it becomes clear a few moments later. His pants go off with a soft whumph of them and then socks, and abruptly he's realizing he's lost control of the situation. He's been the one to escalate it so far; of course, Bakugou would take it a step further. He's not sure if boxers (briefs? huh. probably not a question he needs to know the answer to) are still on or not but a questing hand slides behind, over a bare thigh and up and wow, wow, yep, there's nothing.
Midoriya doesn't yelp but it's close, bracing both hands on either side of Bakugou's shoulders, looking down at him; he's the one flushing this time. He should have known as soon as he saw that grin, damnit. ]
This is getting into 'reasons why there's a curfew' really fast.
[ Izuku "Bonerkiller" Midoriya strikes again. His door is locked, sure but that movie isn't going to go forever and eventually someone will come looking for them. This isn't quite what he had in mind when he chased Bakugou down the hall, either, even if he doesn't exactly object. There are a thousand ways to ask what he wants to know but none of them are sexy. Midoriya inhales, steels himself and forces the words out, even if they're a little more hesitant than usual. ]
You said you want people to see the bruises and know you did it, right? What do you want outside of that?
[Fortunately, Bakugou doesn't try to get Midoriya to do anything unwanted. There's no fun or victory in that, much like his dissatisfaction with the sports festival. Winning is only savory when it's fair. When there's a good fight.
This is the same: pushing Midoriya over the edge in whatever way is only savory when it's done on Midoriya's whims.
He lies nude beneath Midoriya's waist and thighs, inwardly smug, with fierce and fiery eyes.] You think I'm gonna fuckin' let you change on me and get away with it, Deku? [He doesn't have to yell, amazingly. Midoriya is close enough. His voice can be low and full of pleasant gravel, get the same effect.] Yeah right.
I'm gonna learn you in and out all over again. I'm gonna find out what the hell makes you work. [He drags his nails up Midoriya's bare side from hips to the top of the ribs, leaving behind soft, red whelps.] What the hell makes you Deku now.
The hickeys are just complimentary.
[The hands dip around and push up, both thumbs brush firmly over each nipple simultaneously, brush back down again. He keeps going, feeling the Midoriya beneath his rough palms and fingers.]
[ He's made plenty of decisions that were split second, impulse moves he didn't regret in the past but this was different. They were different. If Bakugou only wants a fling then that's fine; Midoriya knows that being a hero comes first to himself and it's probably much the same for Bakugou. If he wants more, though, it's not just a conversation they need to have.
He's overthinking it right now. He knows he's overthinking it, because Bakugou's gravel-rough tone and hands dragging over his skin are enough to pull him out of his own head, centering him. ]
Thanks, I think. [ Wryly. For as much as Bakugou doesn't like everyone else paying a ton of attention to him, he's basically signing a slip that gives everyone a free for all to ask him a million questions. The moment this gets out there's going to be a wave of gossip which Bakugou will deflect with yelling, probably, and Midoriya will weather the brunt of the well-meaning teases. Shockingly, he's...not upset about that. He's super not upset when Bakugou's hands slide over his chest and across his nipples with single-minded determination leaving him squirming on top of Bakugou (a very, very naked Bakugou, his mind helpfully points out.) ]
I, I ah. [ Words. Midoriya inhales through his nose and adjusts his body resting on top of Bakugou's own. The height difference makes it a little difficult but he manages to line their hips up and grinds gracelessly against him, his half-hard cock pushing against Bakugou's, though his sweats are in the way. What does he want? ]
To make out a little more. To uh - [ Another pause, trying to weigh what sounds sexy and what sounds clinical in his head. ] Get off? I kind of really want you to stay over, too, honestly, but I get it if you don't want to.
[There's the same Deku, he thinks. The one he thought he had lost somewhere in the other teenager. The stuttering, stammering, shy idiot-nerd that he only sees on certain occasions out of the field around everyone else.
He doesn't mind, he finds, strangely enough. Having both. Having a little of both, despite how he loathes Midoriya being neck-and-neck with him now in terms of rivalry.
The declaration, as honest as it is, gets a soft bark of laughter out of him. When he grins, his teeth are bared, and his hands swoop down to curve around Midoriya's upper thighs. A pleased hum rumbles in his throat, and he arches slightly into the grind. Another fire is lit again within him.
Making out he can do; he bumps Midoriya a bit and cranes his neck to ask for the other boy's mouth and, when he gets it, devours it without being painfully rough. Getting off he can do, too; his fingers hook into the waistband of Midoriya's pants, pulling them down over the hips until they get stuck between them.
Staying he can do, but that'll come later when they're tired and spent and tingling warm all over.]
Hurry [Almost frantically between kisses.] up. Take 'em [Still just as frantically between mouthing the line of Midoriya's neck under the jaw.] off.
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:27 pm (UTC)Of course.
But for now, here, he's relieved, and the tension drains out of his muscles, letting his shoulders fall. He leans back against the door for a moment or two, trying to straighten out his thoughts. Caught up in the whirlwind of rowdy excitement kissing Midoriya and the strangeness of being caught by Uraraka, what the look on her face really meant.
Finally, he moves further into the room, as far as he dares to go, and he reaches out to snag Midoriya by the arm and jerk the boy around to face him.] Quit fuckin' muttering like a damn weirdo, Deku.
Hey. It's fine. She'll live. [He has better things to worry about right now, he thinks? Clearly! So, of course, with his hand still holding Midoriya, he tries again to kiss the other boy.]
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:32 pm (UTC)I know she'll live but that's still... [ He's being man-handled again and while he certainly doesn' mind it, he's a little startled, eyes wide as he winds up face to face with Bakugou once more.
It's also probably a lot to expect Bakugou not to try and get back to it but Midoriya ducks the kiss and winds an arm around his shoulders instead, holding him close. His bedroom isn't where he'd choose to do this, really, but it was the closest. ] No more kissing until you tell me what that was all about.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:49 pm (UTC)Being emotionally constipated means feeling cagey, and he tries to create space between them so he can "breathe," so he can pace and line up first, his thoughts and second, what he wants to say.
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck with his nails, scowling at the floor.] I told you why already, dumbass.
Because I wanted to do it. Because helium girl said she thought if she kissed me, she wouldn't want to kiss you. And I wanted to know what the hell was so good about kissing you that I'd be sloppy seconds.
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:54 pm (UTC)How long have you wanted to do it?
[ He's ignoring all the Uraraka stuff because it's going to come with a Bakugou lense which is only so helpful, really. Whatever happens with her he'll need to handle on his own and Kirishima -- God, he has no idea what Kirishima will think, if anything. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 06:13 pm (UTC)Kirishima will always want to kiss him, right? It's fine. Except, he never thought about whether kissing someone else would hurt Kirishima's feelings, and, worse, he never thought about how he'd feel if Kirishima also did the same thing. He'd say, quickly, he didn't care. But maybe he would, a little. Jealousy is one of his worst traits.]
Long enough.
[It's not a lie? Long enough to feel it tunneling in the back of his mind, but he can't pinpoint an exact date and time when he suddenly realized he wasn't sure whether he wanted to kill Midoriya or kiss Midoriya.]
uraraka: this is my bf deku and his bf bakugou and bakugou bf kirishi-
Date: 2018-11-09 06:22 pm (UTC)I thought about it when we were fighting.
[ He's gotten Bakugou to bare his soul a thousand times over; it's only fair he returns the favor. Scooting back onto his bed he rests his back against the wall and drops his hands into his lap, not quite able to look at him. ]
Not...actively or anything, I was thinking about winning even more but there was a moment when I... [ Midoriya stops, shaking his head, sinking down a little like a melting puddle of a person onto his bed. It's only with Bakugou that everything gets this mixed up and awful inside him; there's no one else he sees with a smear of blood on their face and gets excited about. It's a personal failing on his part and it's more than a little fucked up. ]
let them all date each other, thank you
Date: 2018-11-09 06:40 pm (UTC)Frustrating.
Here, still frustrating, except, it feels different. Midoriya is the one running ahead, and he's the one stumbling to keep up. So he scowls, not with rage, but with a hawkish and uncertainly suspicious expression.]
When you were a damn moron. [At least he isn't the only moron, even if he won't admit it.] Just forget it.
Uraraka wanted to fucking kiss you. I don't think I was supposed to tell, but whatever. Now you fucking know, and you can kiss her back.
god honestly
Date: 2018-11-09 06:52 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya cuts him a vaguely amused look, fingers pressing against the bruise without realizing it like it's some kind of worry stone. Just forget it Bakugou orders like it's even remotely possible, like Midoriya doesn't still taste him on his lips from their furious, if short makeout session. Just forget it. There's no chance. ]
It doesn't even seem fair to do...anything besides kissing. I know the other guys and Ashido talk about dating all the time and I get it but I don't know where they find the time.
[ They're all trying to be heroes, do they even have time to figure this out? With only one actual day off a week save for extenuating circumstances, they're all so busy that it's a wonder they have time to breathe and sleep. What if that would automatically make him a bad boyfriend because he's so focused on his goals and not on the other person? What if --
Midoriya oozes further into the bed, hands over his face. Morosely, ]
You keep threatening to kill me, so you better do it if I ask you to.
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:08 pm (UTC)[Given quickly, just so Midoriya doesn't get the wrong idea, and he adds a muttered, "Stop fuckin' smiling," afterward.]
It's easy. Don't fucking date then. No one's forcing you, nerd.
[Besides, you know, everyone here being full of raging hormones and energy, stuck and smashed together, supporting each other, getting feelings. They're kind of forcing themselves unintentionally.]
Gladly. [Midoriya sinks more, and Bakugou closes the distance between them until their knees are touching. He presses one of his own into the bed and bullies Midoriya over with his bulk and his determination, holding himself up with one hand while the other takes Midoriya by the face and turns it off to the side. He peers at the suckled bruise, and then he appraises it almost admiringly.] When are you ready to die?
You always did look a hell of a lot better beat up.
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:14 pm (UTC)[ From underneath his hand there's a wry smile at the order to stop smiling like he's just automatically going to disobey any order that he's given on principle. Just don't date, he says like it's that easy, like Aizawa and the others didn't put them in dorms where it's all too easy to do.
Bakugou climbing up onto the bed gets a startled noise; Midoriya flaps a hand at him and then stretches out to let the other boy have some room on the bed too, winding a hand through blonde hair gently. The fact that Bakugou's pleased about the mark he's left isn't a surprise; Midoriya's shockingly obedient as he lets Bakugou examine it, but the pleased look gets a noise that's almost a laugh. ]
That's pretty messed up. [ There's no heat to it; Midoriya slides his hand down to the nape of Bakugou's neck and pulls him into another kiss easy as you please, but this one's softer up until he bites at Bakugou's bottom lip again like he just can't help himself. ]
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Date: 2018-11-09 07:53 pm (UTC)But he's getting his kisses again, and that's all that matters for the moment, so he can go slow. The trepidation fades the longer their lips touch, and the bite gets both a small growl of annoyance and a faint grin of thrill. Midoriya just keeps lighting the fire under his ass when he's trying so hard to be good. Every time!
He bites back, only he bites Midoriya's jaw instead, not hard, a sharp nip. Then he bites Midoriya's neck along the taut length of it. Then he simply drags his lips over the hickey already left before pulling back.]
Where d'you want the other ones? So everyone'll know you've been kissing me instead of watching the movie. I don't trust you not to be a fucking coward. I get to pick.
the next time they spar midoriya's absolutely stealing kisses to win matches til it stops working
Date: 2018-11-09 07:59 pm (UTC)You get to pick where I get bruises or that people know you gave 'em?
[ Stretching out on the bed, his shirt rides up and he makes no move to fix it, too busy sliding his free hand up the front of Bakugou's and skating rough fingers over the hard line of his abs like he's been dying to do for ages. It is just as satisfying as he imagined it'd be, honestly, scraping blunt nails down lightly until he can hook his fingers in the material of Bakugou's sweats, tugging his hips down so he can toss a leg up around him. It's all the warning Bakugou gets before Midoriya throws his weight, trying to roll them and push Bakugou down onto the bed so he can straddle him. ]
fuck it'll work every time he's too stupid
Date: 2018-11-09 08:26 pm (UTC)[This is too much. He's such a dumb jock sometimes. The moment the shirt rides up, his eyes immediately deviant straight to the exposed skin, and he doesn't even pay a whole lot of attention to Midoriya's plans like he should be doing.
He brushes his calloused fingers over the revealed lower half, just a taste of it, but enough to be able to tell that it's true, Midoriya isn't the same scrawny shrimp he beat up on when they were little. He's not sure whether to be jealous or turned on. He only gets a brief tease, and his hips go down, and the leg goes up, and then all at once, he goes over with a feisty growl.
But he's quick to grab Midoriya's wrists with damp palms, fingers tight and ready, holding uncertainly. His eyes narrow, the depth of them burning with an excited anticipation, like he knows Midoriya is capable of playing dirty.]
Now what, nerd? You think you're big because you're sitting on the fucking hill?
[He jerks the arms up by his shoulders, yanking Midoriya down toward his waiting face. The kiss this time isn't soft. It's rough and hungry.]
five years later and midoriya is still doing it when they're pros
Date: 2018-11-09 08:38 pm (UTC)Midoriya is shameless; you have to use everything you can in a fight, right? So what if this isn't a fight, technically. Bakugou's eyes wandering isn't something he misses and once he's on top he braces himself over Bakugou's thighs, looking down at him while his wrists are held tight. ]
I can't do much with my hands -
[ Okay, well, he doesn't need hands to kiss he supposes. Maybe a little bit, but this is a different sort of nice, Bakugou biting a kiss against his lips, a scrape of teeth and the wethot heat of his tongue as Midoriya drops down over him and kisses back just as furiously, pressing his body down against Bakugou's and oh, oh he wasn't expecting that to be as good as it is, wasn't expecting the way his body would go white-hot and incandescent with want. ]
he'd be so pissed??
Date: 2018-11-09 09:20 pm (UTC)And then he sweeps them up, taking the shirt with it, feeling the muscles and the ribs, pushing the hands around to the back to dig his nails into the skin. The kissing is nice, but it's really this that gets him half hard. Aching more than anything. The biggest urge to dump Midoriya back over and bite every spot he can find.
He pins Midoriya against him with an arm across the back, and the other pulls on the green hair to expose the neck he didn't get a chance to do anything with a few minutes ago. He doesn't brush his lips this time. He clamps his teeth down on a spot half over the one already there, no biting, only sucking with his lips to draw the blood to the surface of the skin.
Now it'll just be bigger. It's fine.]
"you can't just win arguments by kissing" "uhhh yes i can i just did"
Date: 2018-11-09 09:38 pm (UTC)His shirt goes up and after a moment of wiggling with it he finally gives up and shoves at Bakugou's hands until he can strip out of it, tossing it at the head of his bed. The scars are more pronounced when he's bare-chested; ragged red and pink scattered across his skin where the wounds are still freshly healing. He's not self-conscious about them, not when they're signs of hard-won victory, but he does pull back just enough to return the favor, shoving at Bakugou's shirt, sinking down until he can mouth kisses on the jut of his collarbones, biting at the junction of his throat and shoulder when he trails up to leave a bruise there in turn. ]
stop trying to win their fights with your stupid baby face
Date: 2018-11-09 09:54 pm (UTC)He pushes with an arm when the shirt gets stuck at his shoulders, though it's easy for him to bunch a fist in it and yank it off over his head. He's pale, and cut in sharp lines out of stone, and perfect, and damp, but not disgusting. Sweet smelling actually, almost like caramel. Nitroglycerin. His skin colors quickly and nicely under the sucking mouth, and a burgundy heat speckles his neck up into his cheeks, across the plane of his chest.
Gently, he grinds up until the bite releases, and then he sinks back, drawing both knees up. He hasn't forgotten despite the distraction.
Pressing a palm into the center of the other boy's chest, he shoves gently, pushes Midoriya upright and then back over his thighs and knees. The exposed chest and stomach get a curious, slow sweep of both his hands. Inspecting. His eyes linger on the scarring.
Midoriya has worked with the hand-out from All Might. He's a little jealous. There's something to show for it.
His thumbs dip right below the hem of the pants, but settle there in the hot groove of Midoriya's hips without going further. His eyes still haven't left the strangely now older body, the scars. When did Midoriya not become the nerd he knew?
When did Midoriya get so powerful on him? Cocksure and strong and, more than anything, determined. He won the fight, but Midoriya had shown him... it had to be earned now, the victory of the battles between them.]
Why... the fuck are you so... stupid? You can't save shit when you're broken.
eat my ass html
Date: 2018-11-09 10:15 pm (UTC)Whether or not this is going to progress past tonight remains to be seen so he feels like it's reasonable to be greedy and extend this as far as humanly possible. He's not going to write it in his notebook (moans when I put my mouth right here doesn't belong with the massive notes on Bakugou's powers ) but it's tempting.
Leaning back, he lets himself rest against the thighs acting as his chair and refuses to consider right now how it puts him over Bakugou's hips, an additional layer of temptation blocked by their respective pants, thankfully.
He endures the shockingly gentle touches, the hot drag of his thumb against a hip, but more than anything else it's the weight of Bakugou's eyes on him, examining him that makes his skin prickle more than anything else. He's seen himself in the mirror; he doesn't look bad, he thinks. He's gotten bulkier from all the work he's put in but it's Bakugou who is almost obscenely attractive; that he's kiss-mussed and laying on Midoriya's bed only adds to it. Lightly, he spreads a hand over the expanse of Bakugou's chest and looks away at the question. ]
I still have to try. [ That's all it boils down to. There's no long-winded response, nothing justifying it. He went after Bakugou with the others because that's what heroes do. He's broken his body countless times because there wasn't another option. The hand on his chest skates over, thumbing over a nipple with the same speculative look he gets when he's trying to solve a problem or memorize something. ] Mm. You're gorgeous, Kacchan.
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Date: 2018-11-09 11:48 pm (UTC)Both brows fall and knot in the middle. Midoriya won’t ever know exactly whether it’s the skirt of a finger over his nipple or the words said (both, probably), but suddenly, so quickly and all at once, heat rushes right up into Bakugou’s face, turning him red high over the cheeks and across the nose. His neck is darker, his chest hot and pink, too. When he’s embarrassed, it happens blatantly and everywhere, no thanks to pale skin.
His breath catches after a low, teeth bared inhale, and for a moment, he can’t think of anything scathing to say whatsoever. Nothing comes. He blanks, and his body continues without him, twitching, fingers curling. He drags his hands down over the tops of Midoriya’s thighs, worrying the pants but mainly focusing on gripping for lack of anything better to do when he’s putty in curious hands.]
Just... shut the hell up. [He can’t believe how much his voice lacks the vitriol it usually has, and he hates it. What the fuck. Shift, draws one arm back and lifts himself onto one elbow. He peers up st Midoriya with his head tipped back, eyes narrowed.] Don’t fuckin’ compliment me...
[Pushing his thumb over along Midoriya’s lower belly, he drags it up by the navel, feeling the light and barely there hair, the muscle of the abs. His frown is present, though not displeased. More... oddly unsure in the face of the definite change to the friend(?) he once knew and bullied.]
I can’t believe... I have to fucking... learn you all over again...
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Date: 2018-11-09 11:55 pm (UTC)No. [ Giddily, now. He likes saying no to Bakugou, likes knowing he can, that he has the strength to and better still, it's saying no to not flustering him. ] You're handsome.
[ A different word, maybe a little more manly (thanks, Kirishima) though his breath hitches halfway through delivering it because Bakugou's touching him, fingers skimming over sensitive skin he didn't realize was sensitive, dragging a shiver out of him. ]
I'm still me. [ Midoriya leans in and steals a lazy kiss just because he can, softer, sweeter, even as his hands start at Bakugou's belly and stroke over his chest, sweeping over his shoulders, openly appreciative. ]
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Date: 2018-11-10 12:18 am (UTC)[There’s something very sure in how he says this even has Midoriya bends down to deliver him a slow and gentle kiss. He can’t get any more red, so what he has simply lingers for a longer time, plaguing him.] I said stop, dumbass... [Midoriya’s lips get a bite for it, and his free hand skims up to cup Midoriya’s throat. Not roughly, but a hold, directing, keep Midoriya’s mouth from escaping while he makes hungry use of it.
He hates it. He can’t understand how he had been proven wrong, trying to taunt the other boy. Midoriya is a decent kisser. Neither of them are schooling the other, only converging at the middle and exploring. He has no one-ups anymore, it feels like.
The playing field is equal and level. Maybe.
Lifting his arm, he reclines back into the bed, bringing his other hand down, away. Both reach over Midoriya’s thighs and around behind, delving through calf and thigh to hook his fingers into his own pants. His hips lift, making room, and he starts pulling them down toward his knees even with Midoriya on top of him. Not a hint of modesty or humility. Bakugou is still prideful, and even if he despises Midoriya’s compliments, he has nothing to be ashamed of really.
Everything comes off, and his knees work a moment until he can get sweats and underwear down far enough to kick off. The socks go after by lifting his foot and reaching. But he’s hidden, for now, unless Midoriya looks back or feels behind. A small, smug grin curls the corners of his lips.]
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Date: 2018-11-10 12:39 am (UTC)This isn't the time or place to ask, though, so he swallows that up and instead makes a hungry little noise into the kiss when Bakugou's hand cups his throat. Behind him, Bakugou's doing something; Midoriya would turn his head if he weren't occupied but it becomes clear a few moments later. His pants go off with a soft whumph of them and then socks, and abruptly he's realizing he's lost control of the situation. He's been the one to escalate it so far; of course, Bakugou would take it a step further. He's not sure if boxers (briefs? huh. probably not a question he needs to know the answer to) are still on or not but a questing hand slides behind, over a bare thigh and up and wow, wow, yep, there's nothing.
Midoriya doesn't yelp but it's close, bracing both hands on either side of Bakugou's shoulders, looking down at him; he's the one flushing this time. He should have known as soon as he saw that grin, damnit. ]
This is getting into 'reasons why there's a curfew' really fast.
[ Izuku "Bonerkiller" Midoriya strikes again. His door is locked, sure but that movie isn't going to go forever and eventually someone will come looking for them. This isn't quite what he had in mind when he chased Bakugou down the hall, either, even if he doesn't exactly object. There are a thousand ways to ask what he wants to know but none of them are sexy. Midoriya inhales, steels himself and forces the words out, even if they're a little more hesitant than usual. ]
You said you want people to see the bruises and know you did it, right? What do you want outside of that?
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Date: 2018-11-10 01:24 am (UTC)This is the same: pushing Midoriya over the edge in whatever way is only savory when it's done on Midoriya's whims.
He lies nude beneath Midoriya's waist and thighs, inwardly smug, with fierce and fiery eyes.] You think I'm gonna fuckin' let you change on me and get away with it, Deku? [He doesn't have to yell, amazingly. Midoriya is close enough. His voice can be low and full of pleasant gravel, get the same effect.] Yeah right.
I'm gonna learn you in and out all over again. I'm gonna find out what the hell makes you work. [He drags his nails up Midoriya's bare side from hips to the top of the ribs, leaving behind soft, red whelps.] What the hell makes you Deku now.
The hickeys are just complimentary.
[The hands dip around and push up, both thumbs brush firmly over each nipple simultaneously, brush back down again. He keeps going, feeling the Midoriya beneath his rough palms and fingers.]
What do you want, nerd?
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Date: 2018-11-10 01:36 am (UTC)He's overthinking it right now. He knows he's overthinking it, because Bakugou's gravel-rough tone and hands dragging over his skin are enough to pull him out of his own head, centering him. ]
Thanks, I think. [ Wryly. For as much as Bakugou doesn't like everyone else paying a ton of attention to him, he's basically signing a slip that gives everyone a free for all to ask him a million questions. The moment this gets out there's going to be a wave of gossip which Bakugou will deflect with yelling, probably, and Midoriya will weather the brunt of the well-meaning teases. Shockingly, he's...not upset about that. He's super not upset when Bakugou's hands slide over his chest and across his nipples with single-minded determination leaving him squirming on top of Bakugou (a very, very naked Bakugou, his mind helpfully points out.) ]
I, I ah. [ Words. Midoriya inhales through his nose and adjusts his body resting on top of Bakugou's own. The height difference makes it a little difficult but he manages to line their hips up and grinds gracelessly against him, his half-hard cock pushing against Bakugou's, though his sweats are in the way. What does he want? ]
To make out a little more. To uh - [ Another pause, trying to weigh what sounds sexy and what sounds clinical in his head. ] Get off? I kind of really want you to stay over, too, honestly, but I get it if you don't want to.
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Date: 2018-11-10 02:00 am (UTC)He doesn't mind, he finds, strangely enough. Having both. Having a little of both, despite how he loathes Midoriya being neck-and-neck with him now in terms of rivalry.
The declaration, as honest as it is, gets a soft bark of laughter out of him. When he grins, his teeth are bared, and his hands swoop down to curve around Midoriya's upper thighs. A pleased hum rumbles in his throat, and he arches slightly into the grind. Another fire is lit again within him.
Making out he can do; he bumps Midoriya a bit and cranes his neck to ask for the other boy's mouth and, when he gets it, devours it without being painfully rough. Getting off he can do, too; his fingers hook into the waistband of Midoriya's pants, pulling them down over the hips until they get stuck between them.
Staying he can do, but that'll come later when they're tired and spent and tingling warm all over.]
Hurry [Almost frantically between kisses.] up. Take 'em [Still just as frantically between mouthing the line of Midoriya's neck under the jaw.] off.
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