[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.
[ The bravado up til now has been mostly posturing just because he has kissed people, thank you very much, and Bakugou always seems to draw out his desire to compete, even with something as absurd as this. Now, though, it's uncharted territory. Kissing is all fine and good and so is a little touching, he can bullshit that well enough but everything else?
Well, he's doing decently enough, he supposes. This isn't something he can compete in and know for sure he'll win but he's determined and that's been enough to get him by for a while.
Besides, it's easier with guys, he's learning. He knows what he likes, so it's easy to emulate that, but, well. (Girls are, effectively, the same and he knows it, but it's the same stupid pedestal he puts All Might on and shaking that takes time.) ]
This isn't a race. [ It kind of is, if the others are going to hunt them down. Midoriya mutters I'm working on it under his breath after being kissed stupid and with some creative wiggling slides out of his pants, dumping them onto the ground haphazardly while trying his level best to kiss and then suck a matching mark on Bakugou's throat. He keeps his socks on but his briefs are undeniably tented and he grinds again, harder, thighs tightening around Bakugou's hips as he grinds their cocks together and smothers a startled groan against a growing bruise. ]
[The bump downward this time makes him jerk in pleasure, and his head tips back. An airy moan slips out, and he tightens his fingers for a few seconds before loosening them.]
Don't give a shit. I said off.
[But it's fine. He does what one would expect: bunches his fist in the side of the briefs and stretches them out, ignites the nitroglycerin in a controlled canister of pop-rocking flesh and disintegrates them without blasting anything else near them. The precision is amazing, but he's actually not concerned and bolstered only because Midoriya is making him horny.]
Now. [His hand is hot and sweet-smelling when he puts it back on Midoriya's thigh, but he tries to bump the boy up higher on his chest.] Slide up. [He'll worry about getting to look in a minute. Hm.
Something is going in his mouth, and it starts with All and ends with Izuku.]
[ I heard, I heard, Midoriya mutters, biting at Bakugou's throat lightly, and then, abruptly, there's a crackle and Bakugou's quirk neatly disintegrates his briefs. He's not wearing the ones that are hero themed, they're just boring blue ones but also it's the principle of the matter; he only has so many and Bakugou just destroyed his.
He should be annoyed. He should be irritated, even because he only has so many, but more than anything else, the level of concentration and precision it took to do it is impressive.
He's told to move up and that's fine except Midoriya's suddenly aware that he's effectively naked and his mostly hard erection can slide against Bakugou's right now, if he angles his hips right, rather than sliding up wherever he's wanted. It's not the most graceful motion but he rolls his hips down just for the slide of friction, and for the fact that it means he can steal a particularly enthusiastic kiss before sliding back. ]
I'm sort of pissed but mostly impressed, Kacchan. That kind of fine quirk application can be difficult and [ Another kiss ] you're so [ another kiss ] amazing.
[Well, Bakugou's attempts last all of maybe half a minute. It's too much? He's smart as a whip--strategically--but he's just a simple jock? Pity him. There's too much to handle all at once, and he can't figure out what to focus on and reciprocate first.
Midoriya is grinding deliciously on him, and he's into it, enjoying the friction and ceasing all desire to take it away. But Midoriya is also kissing him, and he's into trying to win that lip tournament. But then Midoriya is complimenting him again, and he's having to find the time somewhere between shuddering thighs and quiet, exhaling moans to be angry.
Who knows if the flush that spills up into his face from his neck is actually from being aroused or being irritated.
What's worse? He enjoys it. Getting praised is something he eats up, and despite all the smoke he rolls out his ears when it comes from Midoriya, he eats that up, too.] Would you [A kiss.] shut the [another kiss] fuck up
[another kiss] already. I fucking [another kiss] hate you [another kiss] and your god damn-- [But nevermind finishing, he grabs Midoriya's face to hold it still and crushes their mouths together roughly.
[ It's good, this idle drag of their cocks together but it could be better; while Bakugou does his level best to try and kiss Midoriya within an inch of his life as a retort against Midoriya's enthusiastic kiss-compliments, he shoves a hand down between them.
It's a little clumsy; the height difference is just enough that Midoriya has to squirm and adjust a few different ways before he manages to get a hand back around both of them, but he does it, giving them a tunnel to fuck into. It's not particularly graceful and his hand is a little rough but Bakugou's cock sliding against his own is delicious enough that his moan is swallowed up by the next series of kisses.
I'm gonna learn you in and out all over again, Bakugou told him earlier and he keeps running that sentence over and over in his head. It's ridiculously hot to him, and he doesn't know why exactly. Maybe it's the idea of Bakugou turning all that aggressive drive into figuring out what makes Midoriya tick; he feels the same way about doing the same to Bakugou. He wants to memorize the little moans Bakugou's letting out, wants to memorize what he looks like flushed and red in Midoriya's bed.
( He wants, he's realizing, Bakugou to be here again but that's something for later. ) Now, he rests on his elbow rather than his hand so he can curl his fingers into Bakugou's hair, pulling the same way he had earlier; it made Midoriya's skin prickle and he's curious if doing it to him will get the same reaction or not. ]
[What he's given, he takes. The fist is something he tries to briefly dominate before he understands there's an additional cock in with him. When he realizes, it becomes less about Midoriya's hand and more about Midoriya's cock, and he breathily mutters a pleased, "Fuck."
The kissing doesn't become lazy so much as back-burner. He doesn't have to hold Midoriya's head; his calloused, damp hands can instead explore the other boy's body while its occupied with everything else. Can leave lines of angry whelps when he drags his nails across certain places with the most sensitive skin--the curve below the ribs that turns into hips, the thighs, the lower back.
It's less he wants to give it to Midoriya (okay, maybe a little) and more he wants it himself. He bares his teeth when his hair is pulled, but his eyes roll back and lid, brows pinch. He moans under his breath, and the last note of it is a growl. There's an urge to plant his mouth where he can, but the fingers twisted in his hair keep him pinned.]
Ain't got nothin'... to fucking say now, nerd...? I know you can make some noises. You've never... been able to shut up even when I tell you to.
[The pulling is reciprocated with a hand on Midoriya's throat and another wrapping over the hand collecting their cocks. That hand squeezes too, forces Midoriya's to pump down a little harder when they thrust up together.]
[ Midoriya's own voice is low, pleased at the reactions he's wringing out of Bakugou. The scratch of nails over his skin get a pleased hum that shifts, turns into something lower, his back arching like a pleased cat when they rake over his back and thighs, dragging a shuddery little hum out of him.
He's trying to be quieter; it's not that he thinks he'll be annoying if he's loud but he wants to memorize every single noise that Bakugou makes and he can't if he's distracted by his own. Bakugou's right, though, and while he's accomplished at ignoring Bakugou's orders and demands normally this is one he can fulfill. ]
You're distracting. [ Midoriya laughs a little unsteadily, the noise edging into a moan when Bakugou's hand drops down to fist their cocks and oh, oh, it's so much better like this, tighter and hotter and Midoriya hides his face into the curve of Bakugou's throat as much as he can with a hand against his own. Orgasm sneaks up on him; he doesn't intend to spill over the both of them but his cock pushes perfectly into the circle of Bakugou's fist and once, twice, and on the third unsteady push of his hips he can't stop it. The hand in Bakugou's hair goes tight again, flexing and just shy of pulling too sharply, Midoriya's body tensing as he grinds his hips down until he rides it out, panting raggedly against where his mouth is pressed to his throat. Gingerly he dips a hand down between them where his come spattered Bakugou's belly and smears against his own and this time the noise he makes is purely embarrassed. ] S-sorry.
[It's annoying, being both arrogantly pleased and enviously irritated. Such is Bakugou's life when it revolves around Midoriya.
Regardless, he's not completely an asshole about certain things. His fist stays, and he squeezes it, milking Midoriya for what it's worth, listening, his eyes more focused and hawkish. Watching. This doesn't mean he's not all bark anyway.]
You fuckin' lightweight. [Honestly, Bakugou wouldn't have been far along. His stamina is great, but his intensity for passion bites him in the ass every single time. He gets too into it, finishes too quickly.] What the hell, shithead?
[The hand at Midoriya's throat pushes, forcing Midoriya to sit up and back on his lap, back against his still raised knees, and it slides down over a pectoral, down the center when Midoriya's throat is out of reach.] Who said you could fucking finish before me? I'm gonna have to train you to come when I tell you.
[It's fine. His eyes are fiery, but lack, strangely, the usual murderous intent. There's still a lot to do even with this. (He doesn't think about the fact Midoriya will now be less distracted to watch him, too.) His gaze is on Midoriya's body, and his hand isn't being modest in feeling over it.]
Finish me. [His other hand grabs one of Midoriya's by the wrist, directs the hand to his cock and slides the fingers around it.] Look at me while you do it.
[ For all the emphasis, he doesn't sound too sorry. Midoriya gingerly slides back until he's leaning against Bakugou's thighs as instructed and tries to shove down any lingering feelings of ridiculous shyness at being bare, at Bakugou having a full view of him like this, cock softening, the flush on his cheeks slowly bleeding away. There's no need to be embarrassed when he's going to see just as much as Bakugou as the other can see of him but he's still a little self-conscious, squirming.
Any chance of that flush on his cheeks fading goes straight out the window a moment later; Train you to come when I tell you Bakugou suggest and Midoriya shivers at how good that sounds.
Later. Right now, he owes Bakugou an orgasm and that's fully what he intends to do. Gently, he winds a hand around Bakugou's cock, but doesn't tighten it, doesn't do anything more than touch like he's exploring it. He looks down for it, watching the way Bakugou's cock slips through his hand, the flushed head between his fingers. His thumb strokes over it, grazes the underside and smooths down a few times, testing to see what sort of pressure he reacts the most to.
It's better he came first, really; at least this way he can dedicate himself to it without being entirely distracted. His cock might be getting hard again (a side effect of the stamina ability that comes with his quirk, he thinks but he also isn't about to ask All Might about that) but it's something easier to ignore when he's got Bakugou spread out underneath him like a buffet.
WIth the hand no longer in Bakugou's hair, Midoriya traces down over his jaw, the marks he's left on his throat and skims further, flattening over his pecs, pinching delicately at a nipple while he jerks him off almost contemplatively. He does look at Bakugou when he does it, eyes wandering from the mess of his come on Bakugou's belly to the flush of his chin up to his eyes. Midoriya smiles lopsidedly, tightening his hand just a little around his dick as he jerks, the slick noise filthy in the quiet of the room.
His former bravado is mostly gone; now he's too focused on making sure he catalogs every single response that he wrings out of Bakugou, testing and adjusting, brows furrowed as he drinks in the reactions.]
[Whatever he’s thinking about as Midoriya works the girth of his cock is probably nothing short of abhorrently lewd. Things carnally hungry. Things they aren’t and have never done, but things he can fantasize to himself in case the day comes when it’s laid out before him. Filling Midoriya’s mouth with himself and hearing Midoriya hum around it for more. Having Midoriya swallow him from behind and arch from shoulder to hip under his hands. Maybe alone and out of sight. Maybe only hidden, rubbing together, hard and desperate, when classmates could walk by without a thought.
Dangerous thoughts for him right now.
He throbs in Midoriya’s palm, and his thighs quiver down to the knees. The red warmth on his lighter skin grows darker at the neck and face. He can’t not sweat, not when he’s conditioned his body for it, and sweet caramel rolls off him when he shifts, arches under the exploring hand, greedy for it.]
I’m not... a fucking... book to read... nerd.
[He can tell, halfway in his feverish desire. Midoriya’s examining him, learning him not unlike the first time they fought in the corridor. A focus should be there, he knows, dammit. An intense and stormy gaze, piercing Midoriya like he could slit the other boy’s throat. But it’s missing here. Instead, his lips are parted, breath ragged, eyes almost closed. Near the head of his cock, Midoriya’s calloused hand draws out a thick, throaty moan. His hips pump quicker, and he gives in to the rising chaos of heat growing in his groin.] Fffuck...
Nex...t... time... I’m using... your damn—
[His breath hitched. He moans unexpectedly, not loud, but sincere, ending in a grinding hiss. Cum takes its first shot up high on his chest, catching low on his neck and on his pectorals. The rest is a spill of heavy white liquid out over Midoriya’s fingers, down over the light fuzzy skin below his navel.] Shit... [He keeps pumping himself in the fist, another small ooze of white, his pace slowing pleasantly.] Shit... [He stares down like he isn’t sure what happened. KatsukiBakugou.exe has stopped working and needs to close.
And then his head falls back, chest rising and falling to steady his breathing.]
[ Is this what Bakugou's room smells like? Is this what his sheets smell like? Midoriya can't imagine, it's so delicious he can't get over it. It'd smell like caramel all the time and already he knows that the next time he smells anything remotely this sweet he's going to be thinking of Bakugou again like some sort of Pavlovian response. ]
So, Kacchan?
[ Are you complaining goes unsaid because he doesn't think that Bakugou has any room to, but the banter is its own sort of relief; they're still the same people and Bakugou's not going to change just because they had sex, he hopes. Next time. He's still just as greedy this time, drinking everything in from Bakugou's expression to the way his body reacts this pressure, or that. He wants to use his mouth more than he has, wants to dip his hand down further and cup his balls, wants wants wants but then Bakugou's coming on himself in messy spurts and Midoriya is wholly consumed with watching and memorizing it.
Perhaps the most distracting part is where Bakugou strokes himself until it's over, the last few messy splashes as he works his orgasm out. Midoriya doesn't move past his clean hand trailing up and down Bakugou's side and his messy one palming over Bakugou's spent cock idly but after a moment of that he's shifting, digging in a drawer for tissues and gently starting to clean up the mess. ]
[All of his muscles are goo, and he hums hoarse and low in the back of his throat when the hand moves against him by pulling away. Bakugou doesn't lift his head, doesn't even move until Midoriya turns and starts rummaging through a drawer.
Slowly, his wild, spiked head lifts, and he raises himself up onto his elbow. There's a good hunk of lax, easy after pleasure all over him, but he still gets a somewhat sour expression as he watches Midoriya clean up.]
So fucking what? [Reaching out suddenly, he grabs one of Midoriya's wrists and holds the arm frozen. His eyes are hard in a challenging way, like he's begging Midoriya to give him a reason to get rowdy.] Clean it off with your tongue.
Next time, I'm gonna come on you, and you're gonna wear it.
[ He can't stop himself from repeating it incredulously, fingers pausing where they're wiping down a splash of it. It's strange to realize that once, he would have cowered at Bakugou grabbing him and saying those words. His stomach would have twisted in knots and he would have had to debate how much he was willing to do.
Now, his stomach goes hot just like the rest of him, the twist arousal not anger or fear. It's a challenge like Bakugou doesn't think he's going to do it, but he's absolutely wrong if that's the case. He's thought about going down on Bakugou too many times to not have accepted that he'll probably get come in his mouth, effectively as a goal at this point. Once the worst of it is cleaned save for the strips on Bakugou's belly and higher, he balls the tissue up and tosses it into the trash on his way down to lick a line clean. It's not great, but it's Bakugou and that alone makes it hotter than anything else, nevermind the running commentary on what Bakugou's going to do to him next time. Next time.
It feels like he's trying to fluster him and Midoriya refuses to back down; another long lick and then he pulls off, eyes fixed on Bakugou's. ]
You're going to kiss me again when I'm done doing this.
[The fingers of one hand smooth gently around the curve of Midoriya's neck at the hairline. They curl into the hair, tender at first, and then they grip it firmly without tearing or yanking.]
Better finish then.
[Carefully, he maneuvers Midoriya's head, pushing it toward the faint lines of splatter up the top of his ribs and over the swell of his breast, pausing only to let Midoriya lap it, and then he continues, onward to the bottom of the neck.
It's actually not such a good thing. The thrill it gives him makes him half hard all over again, and he's aching from being simultaneously spent and horny by the time Midoriya gets to him.]
[ Midoriya mutters it after a lick up over Bakugou's abs, but there's no anger or heat to his words. For a few moments, he lets himself be guided by a hand in his hair, licking up where he's instructed to. A few spots, he bites when he's one: the meat of his chest, the base of his throat. Midoriya knows he's got scratches on his skin from where Bakugou's pawed at him; he can feel them when the sheets or a hand slide over.
He takes a few moments to weigh what he wants to say, bracing himself above again so he can lean over Bakugou properly. His cheeks go hot, but actually considering the words gives him some sort of steadiness through the minor embarrassment. ]
Give me a kiss and I'll tell you how good it was.
[ Midoriya leans over him, red to the tips of his ears. ]
Midoriya gets a hot, irritable glance up with a pair of red eyes. It's clear Bakugou wants to have the last word, wants Midoriya to answer his question, but he also wants to eat Midoriya's stupid mouth.]
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
[He can absolutely tell this is a reversal, and he's helpless when it comes to standing his ground. The greedy ego wins out in the end. He wants the domination of the kiss more than he wants to hear Midoriya answer him first.
The fingers pull Midoriya's head down, and he tips his up. The lip meeting is slow and casual, like it may be a rather chast kiss, but as soon as they touch, Bakugou immediately begins to hungrily make out.]
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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.
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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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Date: 2018-11-10 02:37 am (UTC)Well, he's doing decently enough, he supposes. This isn't something he can compete in and know for sure he'll win but he's determined and that's been enough to get him by for a while.
Besides, it's easier with guys, he's learning. He knows what he likes, so it's easy to emulate that, but, well. (Girls are, effectively, the same and he knows it, but it's the same stupid pedestal he puts All Might on and shaking that takes time.) ]
This isn't a race. [ It kind of is, if the others are going to hunt them down. Midoriya mutters I'm working on it under his breath after being kissed stupid and with some creative wiggling slides out of his pants, dumping them onto the ground haphazardly while trying his level best to kiss and then suck a matching mark on Bakugou's throat. He keeps his socks on but his briefs are undeniably tented and he grinds again, harder, thighs tightening around Bakugou's hips as he grinds their cocks together and smothers a startled groan against a growing bruise. ]
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Date: 2018-11-10 03:49 am (UTC)Don't give a shit. I said off.
[But it's fine. He does what one would expect: bunches his fist in the side of the briefs and stretches them out, ignites the nitroglycerin in a controlled canister of pop-rocking flesh and disintegrates them without blasting anything else near them. The precision is amazing, but he's actually not concerned and bolstered only because Midoriya is making him horny.]
Now. [His hand is hot and sweet-smelling when he puts it back on Midoriya's thigh, but he tries to bump the boy up higher on his chest.] Slide up. [He'll worry about getting to look in a minute. Hm.
Something is going in his mouth, and it starts with All and ends with Izuku.]
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Date: 2018-11-11 05:53 pm (UTC)He should be annoyed. He should be irritated, even because he only has so many, but more than anything else, the level of concentration and precision it took to do it is impressive.
He's told to move up and that's fine except Midoriya's suddenly aware that he's effectively naked and his mostly hard erection can slide against Bakugou's right now, if he angles his hips right, rather than sliding up wherever he's wanted. It's not the most graceful motion but he rolls his hips down just for the slide of friction, and for the fact that it means he can steal a particularly enthusiastic kiss before sliding back. ]
I'm sort of pissed but mostly impressed, Kacchan. That kind of fine quirk application can be difficult and [ Another kiss ] you're so [ another kiss ] amazing.
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Date: 2018-11-11 07:02 pm (UTC)Midoriya is grinding deliciously on him, and he's into it, enjoying the friction and ceasing all desire to take it away. But Midoriya is also kissing him, and he's into trying to win that lip tournament. But then Midoriya is complimenting him again, and he's having to find the time somewhere between shuddering thighs and quiet, exhaling moans to be angry.
Who knows if the flush that spills up into his face from his neck is actually from being aroused or being irritated.
What's worse? He enjoys it. Getting praised is something he eats up, and despite all the smoke he rolls out his ears when it comes from Midoriya, he eats that up, too.] Would you [A kiss.] shut the [another kiss] fuck up
[another kiss] already. I fucking [another kiss] hate you [another kiss] and your god damn-- [But nevermind finishing, he grabs Midoriya's face to hold it still and crushes their mouths together roughly.
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Date: 2018-11-11 07:25 pm (UTC)It's a little clumsy; the height difference is just enough that Midoriya has to squirm and adjust a few different ways before he manages to get a hand back around both of them, but he does it, giving them a tunnel to fuck into. It's not particularly graceful and his hand is a little rough but Bakugou's cock sliding against his own is delicious enough that his moan is swallowed up by the next series of kisses.
I'm gonna learn you in and out all over again, Bakugou told him earlier and he keeps running that sentence over and over in his head. It's ridiculously hot to him, and he doesn't know why exactly. Maybe it's the idea of Bakugou turning all that aggressive drive into figuring out what makes Midoriya tick; he feels the same way about doing the same to Bakugou. He wants to memorize the little moans Bakugou's letting out, wants to memorize what he looks like flushed and red in Midoriya's bed.
( He wants, he's realizing, Bakugou to be here again but that's something for later. ) Now, he rests on his elbow rather than his hand so he can curl his fingers into Bakugou's hair, pulling the same way he had earlier; it made Midoriya's skin prickle and he's curious if doing it to him will get the same reaction or not. ]
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Date: 2018-11-11 08:16 pm (UTC)The kissing doesn't become lazy so much as back-burner. He doesn't have to hold Midoriya's head; his calloused, damp hands can instead explore the other boy's body while its occupied with everything else. Can leave lines of angry whelps when he drags his nails across certain places with the most sensitive skin--the curve below the ribs that turns into hips, the thighs, the lower back.
It's less he wants to give it to Midoriya (okay, maybe a little) and more he wants it himself. He bares his teeth when his hair is pulled, but his eyes roll back and lid, brows pinch. He moans under his breath, and the last note of it is a growl. There's an urge to plant his mouth where he can, but the fingers twisted in his hair keep him pinned.]
Ain't got nothin'... to fucking say now, nerd...? I know you can make some noises. You've never... been able to shut up even when I tell you to.
[The pulling is reciprocated with a hand on Midoriya's throat and another wrapping over the hand collecting their cocks. That hand squeezes too, forces Midoriya's to pump down a little harder when they thrust up together.]
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Date: 2018-11-11 08:55 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya's own voice is low, pleased at the reactions he's wringing out of Bakugou. The scratch of nails over his skin get a pleased hum that shifts, turns into something lower, his back arching like a pleased cat when they rake over his back and thighs, dragging a shuddery little hum out of him.
He's trying to be quieter; it's not that he thinks he'll be annoying if he's loud but he wants to memorize every single noise that Bakugou makes and he can't if he's distracted by his own. Bakugou's right, though, and while he's accomplished at ignoring Bakugou's orders and demands normally this is one he can fulfill. ]
You're distracting. [ Midoriya laughs a little unsteadily, the noise edging into a moan when Bakugou's hand drops down to fist their cocks and oh, oh, it's so much better like this, tighter and hotter and Midoriya hides his face into the curve of Bakugou's throat as much as he can with a hand against his own. Orgasm sneaks up on him; he doesn't intend to spill over the both of them but his cock pushes perfectly into the circle of Bakugou's fist and once, twice, and on the third unsteady push of his hips he can't stop it. The hand in Bakugou's hair goes tight again, flexing and just shy of pulling too sharply, Midoriya's body tensing as he grinds his hips down until he rides it out, panting raggedly against where his mouth is pressed to his throat. Gingerly he dips a hand down between them where his come spattered Bakugou's belly and smears against his own and this time the noise he makes is purely embarrassed. ] S-sorry.
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Date: 2018-11-11 09:49 pm (UTC)Regardless, he's not completely an asshole about certain things. His fist stays, and he squeezes it, milking Midoriya for what it's worth, listening, his eyes more focused and hawkish. Watching. This doesn't mean he's not all bark anyway.]
You fuckin' lightweight. [Honestly, Bakugou wouldn't have been far along. His stamina is great, but his intensity for passion bites him in the ass every single time. He gets too into it, finishes too quickly.] What the hell, shithead?
[The hand at Midoriya's throat pushes, forcing Midoriya to sit up and back on his lap, back against his still raised knees, and it slides down over a pectoral, down the center when Midoriya's throat is out of reach.] Who said you could fucking finish before me? I'm gonna have to train you to come when I tell you.
[It's fine. His eyes are fiery, but lack, strangely, the usual murderous intent. There's still a lot to do even with this. (He doesn't think about the fact Midoriya will now be less distracted to watch him, too.) His gaze is on Midoriya's body, and his hand isn't being modest in feeling over it.]
Finish me. [His other hand grabs one of Midoriya's by the wrist, directs the hand to his cock and slides the fingers around it.] Look at me while you do it.
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Date: 2018-11-11 10:12 pm (UTC)[ For all the emphasis, he doesn't sound too sorry. Midoriya gingerly slides back until he's leaning against Bakugou's thighs as instructed and tries to shove down any lingering feelings of ridiculous shyness at being bare, at Bakugou having a full view of him like this, cock softening, the flush on his cheeks slowly bleeding away. There's no need to be embarrassed when he's going to see just as much as Bakugou as the other can see of him but he's still a little self-conscious, squirming.
Any chance of that flush on his cheeks fading goes straight out the window a moment later; Train you to come when I tell you Bakugou suggest and Midoriya shivers at how good that sounds.
Later. Right now, he owes Bakugou an orgasm and that's fully what he intends to do. Gently, he winds a hand around Bakugou's cock, but doesn't tighten it, doesn't do anything more than touch like he's exploring it. He looks down for it, watching the way Bakugou's cock slips through his hand, the flushed head between his fingers. His thumb strokes over it, grazes the underside and smooths down a few times, testing to see what sort of pressure he reacts the most to.
It's better he came first, really; at least this way he can dedicate himself to it without being entirely distracted. His cock might be getting hard again (a side effect of the stamina ability that comes with his quirk, he thinks but he also isn't about to ask All Might about that) but it's something easier to ignore when he's got Bakugou spread out underneath him like a buffet.
WIth the hand no longer in Bakugou's hair, Midoriya traces down over his jaw, the marks he's left on his throat and skims further, flattening over his pecs, pinching delicately at a nipple while he jerks him off almost contemplatively. He does look at Bakugou when he does it, eyes wandering from the mess of his come on Bakugou's belly to the flush of his chin up to his eyes. Midoriya smiles lopsidedly, tightening his hand just a little around his dick as he jerks, the slick noise filthy in the quiet of the room.
His former bravado is mostly gone; now he's too focused on making sure he catalogs every single response that he wrings out of Bakugou, testing and adjusting, brows furrowed as he drinks in the reactions.]
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Date: 2018-11-11 11:05 pm (UTC)Dangerous thoughts for him right now.
He throbs in Midoriya’s palm, and his thighs quiver down to the knees. The red warmth on his lighter skin grows darker at the neck and face. He can’t not sweat, not when he’s conditioned his body for it, and sweet caramel rolls off him when he shifts, arches under the exploring hand, greedy for it.]
I’m not... a fucking... book to read... nerd.
[He can tell, halfway in his feverish desire. Midoriya’s examining him, learning him not unlike the first time they fought in the corridor. A focus should be there, he knows, dammit. An intense and stormy gaze, piercing Midoriya like he could slit the other boy’s throat. But it’s missing here. Instead, his lips are parted, breath ragged, eyes almost closed. Near the head of his cock, Midoriya’s calloused hand draws out a thick, throaty moan. His hips pump quicker, and he gives in to the rising chaos of heat growing in his groin.] Fffuck...
Nex...t... time... I’m using... your damn—
[His breath hitched. He moans unexpectedly, not loud, but sincere, ending in a grinding hiss. Cum takes its first shot up high on his chest, catching low on his neck and on his pectorals. The rest is a spill of heavy white liquid out over Midoriya’s fingers, down over the light fuzzy skin below his navel.] Shit... [He keeps pumping himself in the fist, another small ooze of white, his pace slowing pleasantly.] Shit... [He stares down like he isn’t sure what happened. KatsukiBakugou.exe has stopped working and needs to close.
And then his head falls back, chest rising and falling to steady his breathing.]
sry i laid down for "ten minutes" with my cats aka like a 2 hour coma nap and it ruled
Date: 2018-11-12 12:36 am (UTC)So, Kacchan?
[ Are you complaining goes unsaid because he doesn't think that Bakugou has any room to, but the banter is its own sort of relief; they're still the same people and Bakugou's not going to change just because they had sex, he hopes. Next time. He's still just as greedy this time, drinking everything in from Bakugou's expression to the way his body reacts this pressure, or that. He wants to use his mouth more than he has, wants to dip his hand down further and cup his balls, wants wants wants but then Bakugou's coming on himself in messy spurts and Midoriya is wholly consumed with watching and memorizing it.
Perhaps the most distracting part is where Bakugou strokes himself until it's over, the last few messy splashes as he works his orgasm out. Midoriya doesn't move past his clean hand trailing up and down Bakugou's side and his messy one palming over Bakugou's spent cock idly but after a moment of that he's shifting, digging in a drawer for tissues and gently starting to clean up the mess. ]
omg that is amazing. a blessed sleep coma.
Date: 2018-11-12 02:47 am (UTC)Slowly, his wild, spiked head lifts, and he raises himself up onto his elbow. There's a good hunk of lax, easy after pleasure all over him, but he still gets a somewhat sour expression as he watches Midoriya clean up.]
So fucking what? [Reaching out suddenly, he grabs one of Midoriya's wrists and holds the arm frozen. His eyes are hard in a challenging way, like he's begging Midoriya to give him a reason to get rowdy.] Clean it off with your tongue.
Next time, I'm gonna come on you, and you're gonna wear it.
IT WAS SO GOOD
Date: 2018-11-12 03:05 am (UTC)[ He can't stop himself from repeating it incredulously, fingers pausing where they're wiping down a splash of it. It's strange to realize that once, he would have cowered at Bakugou grabbing him and saying those words. His stomach would have twisted in knots and he would have had to debate how much he was willing to do.
Now, his stomach goes hot just like the rest of him, the twist arousal not anger or fear. It's a challenge like Bakugou doesn't think he's going to do it, but he's absolutely wrong if that's the case. He's thought about going down on Bakugou too many times to not have accepted that he'll probably get come in his mouth, effectively as a goal at this point. Once the worst of it is cleaned save for the strips on Bakugou's belly and higher, he balls the tissue up and tosses it into the trash on his way down to lick a line clean. It's not great, but it's Bakugou and that alone makes it hotter than anything else, nevermind the running commentary on what Bakugou's going to do to him next time. Next time.
It feels like he's trying to fluster him and Midoriya refuses to back down; another long lick and then he pulls off, eyes fixed on Bakugou's. ]
You're going to kiss me again when I'm done doing this.
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Date: 2018-11-12 03:27 am (UTC)[The fingers of one hand smooth gently around the curve of Midoriya's neck at the hairline. They curl into the hair, tender at first, and then they grip it firmly without tearing or yanking.]
Better finish then.
[Carefully, he maneuvers Midoriya's head, pushing it toward the faint lines of splatter up the top of his ribs and over the swell of his breast, pausing only to let Midoriya lap it, and then he continues, onward to the bottom of the neck.
It's actually not such a good thing. The thrill it gives him makes him half hard all over again, and he's aching from being simultaneously spent and horny by the time Midoriya gets to him.]
I'll reward you if you tell me how good it was.
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Date: 2018-11-12 03:44 am (UTC)[ Midoriya mutters it after a lick up over Bakugou's abs, but there's no anger or heat to his words. For a few moments, he lets himself be guided by a hand in his hair, licking up where he's instructed to. A few spots, he bites when he's one: the meat of his chest, the base of his throat. Midoriya knows he's got scratches on his skin from where Bakugou's pawed at him; he can feel them when the sheets or a hand slide over.
He takes a few moments to weigh what he wants to say, bracing himself above again so he can lean over Bakugou properly. His cheeks go hot, but actually considering the words gives him some sort of steadiness through the minor embarrassment. ]
Give me a kiss and I'll tell you how good it was.
[ Midoriya leans over him, red to the tips of his ears. ]
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Date: 2018-11-12 04:09 am (UTC)Midoriya gets a hot, irritable glance up with a pair of red eyes. It's clear Bakugou wants to have the last word, wants Midoriya to answer his question, but he also wants to eat Midoriya's stupid mouth.]
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
[He can absolutely tell this is a reversal, and he's helpless when it comes to standing his ground. The greedy ego wins out in the end. He wants the domination of the kiss more than he wants to hear Midoriya answer him first.
The fingers pull Midoriya's head down, and he tips his up. The lip meeting is slow and casual, like it may be a rather chast kiss, but as soon as they touch, Bakugou immediately begins to hungrily make out.]
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From:now i want...gross like yrs later h/c where one of them gets Fucked Up defending the other
From:do it. dont think baku won't get fucked up for midoriya or be pissed af if the other did
From:HAHAHA they both get wreckt and are in the hospital arguing w e/o and the nurses are like STOP
From:wow that's exactly how it'd go???
From:nurses contemplating smothering the top 2 upcoming heroes in their fucking sleep IT'S WHAT THEY DES-
From:until they come in and bakugou is in the bed with midoriya sleeping
From:Re: until they come in and bakugou is in the bed with midoriya sleeping
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