[Something warm and heavy settles in the bottom of his stomach, tingles. The casualness brings goosebumps out on his skin, and his eyes snap up to meet Todoroki's. He's not angry. There's a strange softness to his hazed face, uncertainty in a pleasant way.
Very gently, he leans in and kisses Todoroki with a hot, aching gentleness. Once. A tease.
And then he draws back slowly, letting Todoroki's cock slip from his hand so he can reach up and take Todoroki by the wrist instead.] Come on then.
[He leads Todoroki back from the wall and over instead to the bed, dodging the mess on the floor sloppily. When their legs bump the edge, he reaches up to grab Todoroki by the face and again attack the boy's mouth, more fiercely this time, wild and wanting. He practically tackles them onto it, careful of his knees and legs, but not caring about adding the weight of his chest and hips.
Still kissing, he lowers his hands and scoops the back of Todoroki's thighs up, sliding Todoroki further back, but he doesn't follow. He drops off the edge of the bed, wobbles, lands on one knee and curses. One of the drawers below gets yanked open, then shut again. The next one down is yanked open, and he scrapes through the clothes in it with his hands until he can find what he's looking for.
A bottle of lube lands up beside Todoroki on the sheets and, after a moment, the sound of perforated tearing, Bakugou stands up again and kneels on the edge of the bed with a single knee. He holds up a square, foiled wrapper.]
[ The way Bakugou stares, it makes Todoroki feel a little uneasy, that maybe he overstepped some boundaries. But the feeling doesn't last, not when those lips return, almost too gently that Todoroki finds himself lost and glazed, wants more of this hidden side of Bakugou.
Too bad it's only a tease.
His licks his tongue, as if he could savor the gentle feeling, while the blond has him leading to the bed. There's a small buildup of worry in his drunk mind, despite that he fully knew what he was asking for. Thankfully, the apprehension immediately leaves him as soon as he feels Bakugou's lips back over his. A moan forms, and Todoroki places both hands at the blond's shoulders, returning the kiss with just as much passion.
He accepts the body on top of him, moving his fingertips past the shoulders to dig his nails into Bakugou's back. Not that he can hold on for long, much to his misfortune.
Two-toned eyes watch the way Bakugou moves about, hears when each drawer is opened. He has a good idea what the other is up to, and confirms his suspicion when the lube is dropped beside him, and the tear of the wrapper follows.
To the question Bakugou gives him, Todoroki nods eagerly. ]
I want it, Bakugou.
[ Truthfully, he's only done this twice, and still finds himself new to what he should do from here, if he should assist in any way. Todoroki leans up slightly, and motions with his hand for Bakugou to return back to him. ]
[Funnily enough, Bakugou actually seems rather put-off for a moment when he doesn't get the pleasant, stomach-fluttering tease of his first name. For a moment, he, too, wonders if he did something wrong.
But Todoroki beckons him back, that's good, and like a thrall, he goes. It's a goal; getting the other boy to call out to him that way again.
As he settles gently over Todoroki's legs, he rips the condom open with his teeth, careful. Takes it out and throws the foil over his shoulder. But he doesn't put it on yet; instead, bends down over Todoroki and hungrily kisses again, mouth flushed and numb. His attempt to put the condom on himself while also continuing to kiss is half successful on the first try. There's some breathless, airy cursing on Todoroki's lips, one pause, a lot of drunkenness, but he manages to get it when all is said and done.
Pulling away, he shifts, moves up and puts his back to the wall while his hand reaches out to try to scoop Todoroki up, both guiding him to try to get the boy to straddle his lap. He thinks maybe it'll make Todoroki relax, having most of the control.
It's no good unless Todoroki is enjoying it.]
Now fucking kiss me, dipshit. [His fingers loop around Todoroki's arms, and he tries to pull Todoroki back down to his mouth. His face softens just slightly like before, his lips parted. There's a pause, and almost like a correction:]
[ Those lips are his drug, and Todoroki finds himself addicted with each press or movement that Bakugou's lips deliver onto his. He parts his own lips again, tongue rubbing hungrily over Bakugou's mouth, focusing harder on this rather than feel how the other struggles between his legs with the condom. The curse between their lips earns a chuckle, Todoroki somewhat positive he would find it as much of a struggle in his drunken mind.
Todoroki watches the shift in position, goes along with the pull of his body. He doesn't mind straddling Bakugou, finds it easier to work with, at his own pace, with most of the control.
The demand earns a roll of eyes though, but Todoroki leans in, lips seeking Bakugou's once again. He's ready to lose himself into the feeling of Bakugou's kiss when he catches his name on the blond's tongue. A small smile forms, and he returns the sentiment: ]
Katsuki.
[ Reaching below them, Todoroki wraps his fingers around Bakugou's need, and leads it to his body. The pressure of the blunt head pressing inside of him gives a light burn of pain, one that Todoroki ignores, and forces his body to accept all of what Bakugou has to offer. Breath trembling, he doesn't stop, not until his body finally gives in, and he can feel half of Bakugou's cock inside of him.
It's not enough.
Impatiently, Todoroki sinks all the way down sharply, crying out from the intensity, before he snaps his teeth into Bakugou's shoulder. While a burning sting, the alcohol and his own heated quirk was definitely helping to relieve the ache he brought on upon himself. Todoroki wraps his hands below Bakugou's arms, digging his fingernails down the blond's back as he gives himself a few moments to adjust. ]
Your cock is huge, Katsuki. [ He mumbles from around Bakugou's shoulder. Experimentally, he rocks his hips, sighing as both discomfort and pleasure is there, and so he does it again. The pain is ebbing away, so Todoroki can lift himself up and back down, the pace slow and almost unbearable. ]
[The pleasant tickle across Bakugou's chest turns cold as soon as Todoroki starts positioning. The dazed admiration fades quickly into deadpan horror.] Wai-- [He's not fast enough. Todoroki is a madman, sitting directly on top of him, and all of the muscles in his legs and stomach stiffen.]
Fuck! [His head thumps the wall gently when he rolls it back, a hard hiss leaving his lips. It doesn't hurt him nearly as much as Todoroki--no, it feels so good that he has to dig his hands around the tops of the other boy's thighs. But he's actually worried.
It's not fucking good if Todoroki isn't loving it. If Todoroki is in actual pain.] Shouto! Ah--
Are you... fuckin' insane? What the... hell! You forgot the goddamn lube, you idiot! You can't just... sit on my dick dry! Ah--!
[The rough housing is his drug. He throbs inside of Todoroki, digs his heels into the bed. The bite, the nails--drives him absolutely crazy, and he lets out the loudest, most genuine moan he has so far.] Shit... [The cool right side of Todoroki's neck only offers a little reprieve when Bakugou rests his face there.
He digs along the bed for the bottle, but uncapping it around Todoroki's lower back and getting anything on himself, on both of them, is just a mess he isn't concerned with. He just squeezes without much aim except down, letting it drizzle wherever it can, enough of a handful to at least get something when he drops it and reaches around to feel, over Todoroki, over himself. It'll do.
Plus, when he brings his hand back, it's now watery and slicker than before, and he grabs Todoroki's cock between his fingers to get it slick. He doesn't let go, holds it firmly in his fist.] Now, you crazy bastard. Go ahead.
I better fucking hear you enjoying yourself. Actually... [He gives Todoroki's cock a squeeze, pumps it once.] Better let the whole hall know you're riding it.
[The only movement Todoroki gets is a single, sharp bump of Bakugou's thighs to urge the other boy on.]
[ So eager for Bakugou, mind intoxicated in pleasure and alcohol, the lube had been the farthest thing from his thought. That definitely explains why this hurt more than before. Still, the biting pain feels a little dangerously exciting, one he doesn't voice out loud. ]
I didn't...want to wait.
[ He admits out loud with a moan, nails biting harder to Bakugou's skin from the way the blond moves. He's half aware that Bakugou is doing something, not realizing that he's reaching for the lube, not until he hears it uncap. Todoroki sighs, relaxes his body, and allows the other to move about.
The slickness of the lube is welcoming, even if it's creating a mess on them. He doesn't like waiting though, even if it was for the best. Nonetheless, Todoroki keeps still, let's Bakugou do what he needs to do, until he feels the other wrap his hand around his cock.
Todoroki takes that at his cue, and returns to lifting his hips up, rocking down, slowly, so that he could spread the lube. ]
N-..No...No, if they hear-! [ The sharp bump has him gasping. His words are gibberish, hard to focus all together in his mind when Bakugou's cock was pressing in all the right spots. ] Y-You're not fair, Katsuki!
[ There's a noticeable rise in his voice, one that Todoroki wishes he could cover, but his focus is all between building a rhythm, and finding words to respond with. His mind is a haze, and all Todoroki wants to do is enjoy the feel of Bakugou's cock sliding in and out of his body. He has to drag his nails out, only for them to find purchase on those broad shoulders, better assisting in the way Todoroki can pick up the pace. ]
K-Katsuki...more-! I want more...from Katsuki.
[ Todoroki isn't even sure what he's asking for, the words are fumbling out without filter. ]
[If they hear, Bakugou will get a thousand curious, confused questions from Kirishima. But he’ll deal with that later when he isn’t drunk or in the throes of ecstasy.]
I’m giving it to you. [It’s offered like a reassurance. His fingers twist back and forth around the head of Todoroki’s cock.] Just keep fucking me. Look at you—damn. You’re loving it.
[Now that everything is settled, Bakugou can actually take the time to look at the other boy. It’s amazing, tantalizing to see the typically calm and collected Todoroki so unraveled. He eats it up. His free hand starts from the hip, slides slowly up the flat plane of Todoroki’s stomach and ribs and chest, dragging a little nail, admiring. It’s cool on his damp palm, and he curls his fingers over the edge, using his thumb to firmly rub one of Todoroki’s nipples.
One knee rises up a bit more, the other follows. He uses his heels again to rock his hips each time Todoroki sits back in his lap. The hand smooths down, fingers digging gently into the peak of Todoroki’s hips, guiding, steadying. A warm, dark pool rises low in his stomach, making him hot. He’s so use to sweating it’s hard not to now of all times. It’s terribly hard to keep the spark out of his hands, but he manages.] Shit, Shouto...
I’m gonna fuckin’ end up coming again.
[His shoulders arch off the wall so his head can stay rolled back, but his red eyes remain locked on the boy hovering above him. Hungry, licking his lips. Each time he slides inside, his fist pumps briskly downward against the hard, slick cock in his hand.]
[ The fingers that tease his cock have Todoroki biting sharply on his bottom lip, to keep the moans at bay, if for a little while. A part of him wants to verbally deny the accusations, but Bakugou is right. He is loving it. From the attention Bakugou's touch gives him, to the cock that he sinks deeply on, it's all driving him senseless.
He can't keep his own sounds quiet for too long, not when he feels the way the blond explores the expanse of his body. Silent gasps and breathless moans form, finding each touch to be intoxicating and drug-inducing. It's a conundrum, as Todoroki wants to lean into Bakugou's hands, but he doesn't want to stop the rocks and grinds of his hips that thrust up and down on Bakugou's cock.
Todoroki settles for touching Bakugou in return. He scratches his way from shoulder to chest, and down to Bakugou's abs and finally his hipbones. Frost and heat are there again, before Todoroki drags his hands away, bracing them over Bakugou's grip at his own hips in order to steady himself.
The same warm pool of heat makes itself noticeable to Todoroki. He works to chase the feeling, snapping his hips down faster and harder in the process. Bakugou is pressing in all the right places, and it feels exhilarating to say the least. ]
M-Me too--!
[ With how nice those calloused hands feel around his length, he can't help but rock forward with each rise of his hips, almost pulling himself off Bakugou each time. Still, Todoroki does his best not to let that happen, despite how he's chasing for his release now. ]
I-I'm...I'm-! [ Todoroki is stuttering, words lost in the haze of sex and intoxication. Lust-filled eyes land on Bakugou's face, a whine on his lips. He urgently leans forward, his lips hovering over the blond's own. ]
[The heat and chill and nails biting into his skin drive him insane, and he moans quietly but heavily. He nearly loses it.
When Todoroki leans over, he has to curl his fingers around the base of Todoroki’s cock and squeeze, hold, denying for a moment. His hips stop rocking, stop driving, and he tips his chin up to peer hungrily at the boy above him, feeling Todoroki’s breath. The barest hints of a smirk curve his lips.] Goddamn...
Cum then. Give it to me.
[His free hand slides up to tangle in the hair at the back of Todoroki’s head and he grips it, firmly but not roughly, shoving their mouths together. He kisses hard and wanting, suddenly starting everything back up again: hips driving and other hand working the hot, slippery length of Todoroki’s cock, wrist twisting near the tip before pressing back down. Long and quick, head to base.
Against Todoroki’s lips, he mutters the boy’s name, demands for Todoroki to finish, to hand the release over.]
sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
[ A sharp gasp escapes from the squeeze at his cock. It's almost cruel, but in a pleasurable kind of way that sends a shiver of ecstasy down his spine. It only starts to feel worst with Bakugou no longer moves either, and Todoroki is left to participate by himself.
His nails bite into Bakugou's arms in frustration, eyebrows furrow. This was definitely a cruel punishment.
He parts his lips to complain and whine for attention, "Kat-" managing to form before he gets that mouth back over his own. Todoroki immediately returns the passion, hungrily kissing back. And then everything aching starts to feel incredible again, the teasing Bakugou gives him no longer there, just intensity and intoxication. Todoroki moves with the other, toes curling as he's fighting two pleasurable sensations.
The twinge of release sits at the pit of his stomach as Todoroki tries his best to chase it, urgently snapping his hips down on Bakugou's cock and thrusting into the welcoming hand. There's no way he can decide which is better, feels unbelievable and drowns him.
Bakugou's demand along with his name between their lips is enough for Todoroki to give a final rough slam of his hips down as he cums, teeth snapping shut over Bakugou's bottom lip. Over Bakugou's hand and between their bodies, he coats them with warm seed. Todoroki drags his nails down sharply, fights to control the temperature of his quirk as he feels himself start to lose control. ]
[Even as Todoroki begins and finishes, Bakugou doesn't stop pumping his hips. His fingers squeeze what he can get, squeezes more when Todoroki bites him. Every blond hair along his arms stand on end.]
Better not turn into a fucking candle while you're sitting on me.
[But the idea that Todoroki could lose it that much, like he had, that Todoroki could start igniting--it's a bit of a delicious thrill. Almost as good as the red whelps rising on the skin of his shoulders and chest.
Both hands move to each of Todoroki's hips, clamp down. He pushes the other boy down on his cock after he draws his hips away, a silent demand, a show for Todoroki to continue it, to sit on his lap over and over. He moans low, a curse, unsteady. Again. Again. His pace increases, less deep and more simply fast.]
F, fffuck.
[There's intent when his eyes snap open. His arms shoot up, hooking his hands under Todoroki's arms at the shoulders, hefting the other boy off him suddenly with a surprisingly amount of power. Tossing Todoroki over on the bed.
He clambers up, fast but drunk, loops his fingers around the bottom of his cock and shoves the condom up and off and away. He almost falls, tangled in Todoroki's legs, trying to get up over Todoroki's chest, and he sits on both of Todoroki's biceps with his legs when he gets to Todoroki's face.] Open your damn mouth--you can have this one. [It only takes a handful of pumping with his fist.
He presses his other hand down into the bed by Todoroki's head and presses his cock down over Todoroki's mouth. A stuttering, ragged moan escapes him as he cums again. It isn't as much as the first, a bubble up of warm, creamy liquid that spills over the head. It's fine; what matters to him is the electrifying reverberation through him, the one that swells and ends in seconds, then lingers like a sore muscle.]
[ The rush of pleasure following his release makes Todoroki warmer, and he has to do his best not to overheat Bakugou. He doesn't want to freeze him either. In his drunk, over-stimulated mind, it's an incredibly hard feat, but Todoroki keeps his temperature relatively the same, yet the intensity to let it rampage is there. With the added stimulation of reaching his orgasm, Todoroki wanted nothing more than to relax his quirk. ]
H-Hurry, Katsuki! I can't-...
[ Todoroki sharply gasps, his eyes tightly closing as he listens to the silent order, and continues to move his body for Bakugou's pleasure. It's fast, intense again, but Todoroki is doing his best to keep up with the pace Bakugou sets.
He's a little surprised when he feels Bakugou's arm lifting him so suddenly. He doesn't fight it, let's the blond do as he wishes. Of course, the slam to the bed makes him grunt, and he's about to lift himself up, and ask what his classmate was doing, especially when he watches the way the condom is quickly removed.
With Bakugou climbing over him, cock near his mouth, Todoroki relaxes, silently knows what the other is requesting of him. He doesn't hesitate, and parts his lips, mouth open wide and accepting of what Bakugou was ready to give him.
As soon as he feels the cock at his lips, Todoroki drags his tongue over the tip, the only fleeing touch he gives before he both feels and tastes Bakugou's sudden release. Todoroki lifts his head up, mouth taking the head in, to catch all the white burning seed, hopefully none on his face again. Greedily, Todoroki swallows down all of Bakugou's cum, the taste still as salty and spicy as he remembered. His tongue laps over the tip, cleaning off Bakugou's cock before Todoroki removes his mouth, and falls back onto the bed.
The satisfying remnants of their pleasure remains a high for Todoroki. He's still struggling to hold back his quirk too. ]
Katsuki, I have...need to let go. [ He's doing his best to warn the blond, struggles to find the right words to say. ] I can't hold it back.
[It takes a bit for Bakugou to steady his breathing, to finally lift his head. He rubs one hand over his extremely flushed face, peers down at the pleading other boy.
He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
[ Silently, Todoroki is thankful for Bakugou's help as the other lifts him off the bed. He almost stumbles, from the stain of his body to the overwhelming sensation of his out of control quirk.
The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
[He's not looking at Todoroki, almost like he won't. The edges of his face are as angular as ever, but still surprisingly softer than normal. Even out here in the cold air, he glistens over the goosebumps as he sweats profusely because he conditioned his body to do it.
He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
[ Todoroki chuckles softly, picking up on the teasing. It wasn't like he was that fond of pillow talk himself, nor could he imagine their arms and legs tangled in bed, whispering sweet little nothings. ]
Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
[The question catches him off guard and it shows for a moment. He's a down-right asswipe ninety percent of the time, but saying yes feels dirty and saying no feels uncomfortably intimate. As if they didn't just get finished having sex.
So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
What the old man doesn't know won't hurt him. [ Not that Todoroki particularly cared if his own father knew what he was doing on U.A. property. ] He still believes Natsuo is the one taking his alcohol.
[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
I like to think I deserve it for all the hard work I did.
[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
[ Out of modesty, Todoroki steps back into his boxers, pulling them up until they rest at his hips. He tries his best not to stare over at Bakugou though, despite how rather intimately comfortable he had become with Bakugou's nude body.
Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
[Finally, Bakugou gets to his own clothes. The uniform isn't something he wants to put back on, so all that slides up his thighs and hips are the underwear. Everything is sadly underwraps again, but the silhouette is still nice.
For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
[ It is a little disappointing to have Bakugou fully dressed, but it was probably for the best. Todoroki couldn't blame intoxication on wondering eyes, after all.
He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
[The onigiri pauses in front of Bakugou's mouth before he can even take a bite. There seems to be some kind of small thrill there in his red eyes--a surprise, but a delight, too.
And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Very gently, he leans in and kisses Todoroki with a hot, aching gentleness. Once. A tease.
And then he draws back slowly, letting Todoroki's cock slip from his hand so he can reach up and take Todoroki by the wrist instead.] Come on then.
[He leads Todoroki back from the wall and over instead to the bed, dodging the mess on the floor sloppily. When their legs bump the edge, he reaches up to grab Todoroki by the face and again attack the boy's mouth, more fiercely this time, wild and wanting. He practically tackles them onto it, careful of his knees and legs, but not caring about adding the weight of his chest and hips.
Still kissing, he lowers his hands and scoops the back of Todoroki's thighs up, sliding Todoroki further back, but he doesn't follow. He drops off the edge of the bed, wobbles, lands on one knee and curses. One of the drawers below gets yanked open, then shut again. The next one down is yanked open, and he scrapes through the clothes in it with his hands until he can find what he's looking for.
A bottle of lube lands up beside Todoroki on the sheets and, after a moment, the sound of perforated tearing, Bakugou stands up again and kneels on the edge of the bed with a single knee. He holds up a square, foiled wrapper.]
Want this?
no subject
Too bad it's only a tease.
His licks his tongue, as if he could savor the gentle feeling, while the blond has him leading to the bed. There's a small buildup of worry in his drunk mind, despite that he fully knew what he was asking for. Thankfully, the apprehension immediately leaves him as soon as he feels Bakugou's lips back over his. A moan forms, and Todoroki places both hands at the blond's shoulders, returning the kiss with just as much passion.
He accepts the body on top of him, moving his fingertips past the shoulders to dig his nails into Bakugou's back. Not that he can hold on for long, much to his misfortune.
Two-toned eyes watch the way Bakugou moves about, hears when each drawer is opened. He has a good idea what the other is up to, and confirms his suspicion when the lube is dropped beside him, and the tear of the wrapper follows.
To the question Bakugou gives him, Todoroki nods eagerly. ]
I want it, Bakugou.
[ Truthfully, he's only done this twice, and still finds himself new to what he should do from here, if he should assist in any way. Todoroki leans up slightly, and motions with his hand for Bakugou to return back to him. ]
Kiss me.
no subject
But Todoroki beckons him back, that's good, and like a thrall, he goes. It's a goal; getting the other boy to call out to him that way again.
As he settles gently over Todoroki's legs, he rips the condom open with his teeth, careful. Takes it out and throws the foil over his shoulder. But he doesn't put it on yet; instead, bends down over Todoroki and hungrily kisses again, mouth flushed and numb. His attempt to put the condom on himself while also continuing to kiss is half successful on the first try. There's some breathless, airy cursing on Todoroki's lips, one pause, a lot of drunkenness, but he manages to get it when all is said and done.
Pulling away, he shifts, moves up and puts his back to the wall while his hand reaches out to try to scoop Todoroki up, both guiding him to try to get the boy to straddle his lap. He thinks maybe it'll make Todoroki relax, having most of the control.
It's no good unless Todoroki is enjoying it.]
Now fucking kiss me, dipshit. [His fingers loop around Todoroki's arms, and he tries to pull Todoroki back down to his mouth. His face softens just slightly like before, his lips parted. There's a pause, and almost like a correction:]
Shouto.
no subject
Todoroki watches the shift in position, goes along with the pull of his body. He doesn't mind straddling Bakugou, finds it easier to work with, at his own pace, with most of the control.
The demand earns a roll of eyes though, but Todoroki leans in, lips seeking Bakugou's once again. He's ready to lose himself into the feeling of Bakugou's kiss when he catches his name on the blond's tongue. A small smile forms, and he returns the sentiment: ]
Katsuki.
[ Reaching below them, Todoroki wraps his fingers around Bakugou's need, and leads it to his body. The pressure of the blunt head pressing inside of him gives a light burn of pain, one that Todoroki ignores, and forces his body to accept all of what Bakugou has to offer. Breath trembling, he doesn't stop, not until his body finally gives in, and he can feel half of Bakugou's cock inside of him.
It's not enough.
Impatiently, Todoroki sinks all the way down sharply, crying out from the intensity, before he snaps his teeth into Bakugou's shoulder. While a burning sting, the alcohol and his own heated quirk was definitely helping to relieve the ache he brought on upon himself. Todoroki wraps his hands below Bakugou's arms, digging his fingernails down the blond's back as he gives himself a few moments to adjust. ]
Your cock is huge, Katsuki. [ He mumbles from around Bakugou's shoulder. Experimentally, he rocks his hips, sighing as both discomfort and pleasure is there, and so he does it again. The pain is ebbing away, so Todoroki can lift himself up and back down, the pace slow and almost unbearable. ]
Say my name again.
no subject
Fuck! [His head thumps the wall gently when he rolls it back, a hard hiss leaving his lips. It doesn't hurt him nearly as much as Todoroki--no, it feels so good that he has to dig his hands around the tops of the other boy's thighs. But he's actually worried.
It's not fucking good if Todoroki isn't loving it. If Todoroki is in actual pain.] Shouto! Ah--
Are you... fuckin' insane? What the... hell! You forgot the goddamn lube, you idiot! You can't just... sit on my dick dry! Ah--!
[The rough housing is his drug. He throbs inside of Todoroki, digs his heels into the bed. The bite, the nails--drives him absolutely crazy, and he lets out the loudest, most genuine moan he has so far.] Shit... [The cool right side of Todoroki's neck only offers a little reprieve when Bakugou rests his face there.
He digs along the bed for the bottle, but uncapping it around Todoroki's lower back and getting anything on himself, on both of them, is just a mess he isn't concerned with. He just squeezes without much aim except down, letting it drizzle wherever it can, enough of a handful to at least get something when he drops it and reaches around to feel, over Todoroki, over himself. It'll do.
Plus, when he brings his hand back, it's now watery and slicker than before, and he grabs Todoroki's cock between his fingers to get it slick. He doesn't let go, holds it firmly in his fist.] Now, you crazy bastard. Go ahead.
I better fucking hear you enjoying yourself. Actually... [He gives Todoroki's cock a squeeze, pumps it once.] Better let the whole hall know you're riding it.
[The only movement Todoroki gets is a single, sharp bump of Bakugou's thighs to urge the other boy on.]
no subject
I didn't...want to wait.
[ He admits out loud with a moan, nails biting harder to Bakugou's skin from the way the blond moves. He's half aware that Bakugou is doing something, not realizing that he's reaching for the lube, not until he hears it uncap. Todoroki sighs, relaxes his body, and allows the other to move about.
The slickness of the lube is welcoming, even if it's creating a mess on them. He doesn't like waiting though, even if it was for the best. Nonetheless, Todoroki keeps still, let's Bakugou do what he needs to do, until he feels the other wrap his hand around his cock.
Todoroki takes that at his cue, and returns to lifting his hips up, rocking down, slowly, so that he could spread the lube. ]
N-..No...No, if they hear-! [ The sharp bump has him gasping. His words are gibberish, hard to focus all together in his mind when Bakugou's cock was pressing in all the right spots. ] Y-You're not fair, Katsuki!
[ There's a noticeable rise in his voice, one that Todoroki wishes he could cover, but his focus is all between building a rhythm, and finding words to respond with. His mind is a haze, and all Todoroki wants to do is enjoy the feel of Bakugou's cock sliding in and out of his body. He has to drag his nails out, only for them to find purchase on those broad shoulders, better assisting in the way Todoroki can pick up the pace. ]
K-Katsuki...more-! I want more...from Katsuki.
[ Todoroki isn't even sure what he's asking for, the words are fumbling out without filter. ]
no subject
I’m giving it to you. [It’s offered like a reassurance. His fingers twist back and forth around the head of Todoroki’s cock.] Just keep fucking me. Look at you—damn. You’re loving it.
[Now that everything is settled, Bakugou can actually take the time to look at the other boy. It’s amazing, tantalizing to see the typically calm and collected Todoroki so unraveled. He eats it up. His free hand starts from the hip, slides slowly up the flat plane of Todoroki’s stomach and ribs and chest, dragging a little nail, admiring. It’s cool on his damp palm, and he curls his fingers over the edge, using his thumb to firmly rub one of Todoroki’s nipples.
One knee rises up a bit more, the other follows. He uses his heels again to rock his hips each time Todoroki sits back in his lap. The hand smooths down, fingers digging gently into the peak of Todoroki’s hips, guiding, steadying. A warm, dark pool rises low in his stomach, making him hot. He’s so use to sweating it’s hard not to now of all times. It’s terribly hard to keep the spark out of his hands, but he manages.] Shit, Shouto...
I’m gonna fuckin’ end up coming again.
[His shoulders arch off the wall so his head can stay rolled back, but his red eyes remain locked on the boy hovering above him. Hungry, licking his lips. Each time he slides inside, his fist pumps briskly downward against the hard, slick cock in his hand.]
no subject
He can't keep his own sounds quiet for too long, not when he feels the way the blond explores the expanse of his body. Silent gasps and breathless moans form, finding each touch to be intoxicating and drug-inducing. It's a conundrum, as Todoroki wants to lean into Bakugou's hands, but he doesn't want to stop the rocks and grinds of his hips that thrust up and down on Bakugou's cock.
Todoroki settles for touching Bakugou in return. He scratches his way from shoulder to chest, and down to Bakugou's abs and finally his hipbones. Frost and heat are there again, before Todoroki drags his hands away, bracing them over Bakugou's grip at his own hips in order to steady himself.
The same warm pool of heat makes itself noticeable to Todoroki. He works to chase the feeling, snapping his hips down faster and harder in the process. Bakugou is pressing in all the right places, and it feels exhilarating to say the least. ]
M-Me too--!
[ With how nice those calloused hands feel around his length, he can't help but rock forward with each rise of his hips, almost pulling himself off Bakugou each time. Still, Todoroki does his best not to let that happen, despite how he's chasing for his release now. ]
I-I'm...I'm-! [ Todoroki is stuttering, words lost in the haze of sex and intoxication. Lust-filled eyes land on Bakugou's face, a whine on his lips. He urgently leans forward, his lips hovering over the blond's own. ]
Katsuki, kiss me!
no subject
When Todoroki leans over, he has to curl his fingers around the base of Todoroki’s cock and squeeze, hold, denying for a moment. His hips stop rocking, stop driving, and he tips his chin up to peer hungrily at the boy above him, feeling Todoroki’s breath. The barest hints of a smirk curve his lips.] Goddamn...
Cum then. Give it to me.
[His free hand slides up to tangle in the hair at the back of Todoroki’s head and he grips it, firmly but not roughly, shoving their mouths together. He kisses hard and wanting, suddenly starting everything back up again: hips driving and other hand working the hot, slippery length of Todoroki’s cock, wrist twisting near the tip before pressing back down. Long and quick, head to base.
Against Todoroki’s lips, he mutters the boy’s name, demands for Todoroki to finish, to hand the release over.]
sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
His nails bite into Bakugou's arms in frustration, eyebrows furrow. This was definitely a cruel punishment.
He parts his lips to complain and whine for attention, "Kat-" managing to form before he gets that mouth back over his own. Todoroki immediately returns the passion, hungrily kissing back. And then everything aching starts to feel incredible again, the teasing Bakugou gives him no longer there, just intensity and intoxication. Todoroki moves with the other, toes curling as he's fighting two pleasurable sensations.
The twinge of release sits at the pit of his stomach as Todoroki tries his best to chase it, urgently snapping his hips down on Bakugou's cock and thrusting into the welcoming hand. There's no way he can decide which is better, feels unbelievable and drowns him.
Bakugou's demand along with his name between their lips is enough for Todoroki to give a final rough slam of his hips down as he cums, teeth snapping shut over Bakugou's bottom lip. Over Bakugou's hand and between their bodies, he coats them with warm seed. Todoroki drags his nails down sharply, fights to control the temperature of his quirk as he feels himself start to lose control. ]
omg mood. feel better!! no rush on anything
Better not turn into a fucking candle while you're sitting on me.
[But the idea that Todoroki could lose it that much, like he had, that Todoroki could start igniting--it's a bit of a delicious thrill. Almost as good as the red whelps rising on the skin of his shoulders and chest.
Both hands move to each of Todoroki's hips, clamp down. He pushes the other boy down on his cock after he draws his hips away, a silent demand, a show for Todoroki to continue it, to sit on his lap over and over. He moans low, a curse, unsteady. Again. Again. His pace increases, less deep and more simply fast.]
F, fffuck.
[There's intent when his eyes snap open. His arms shoot up, hooking his hands under Todoroki's arms at the shoulders, hefting the other boy off him suddenly with a surprisingly amount of power. Tossing Todoroki over on the bed.
He clambers up, fast but drunk, loops his fingers around the bottom of his cock and shoves the condom up and off and away. He almost falls, tangled in Todoroki's legs, trying to get up over Todoroki's chest, and he sits on both of Todoroki's biceps with his legs when he gets to Todoroki's face.] Open your damn mouth--you can have this one. [It only takes a handful of pumping with his fist.
He presses his other hand down into the bed by Todoroki's head and presses his cock down over Todoroki's mouth. A stuttering, ragged moan escapes him as he cums again. It isn't as much as the first, a bubble up of warm, creamy liquid that spills over the head. It's fine; what matters to him is the electrifying reverberation through him, the one that swells and ends in seconds, then lingers like a sore muscle.]
thaanks! feeling a lot better today lmao
H-Hurry, Katsuki! I can't-...
[ Todoroki sharply gasps, his eyes tightly closing as he listens to the silent order, and continues to move his body for Bakugou's pleasure. It's fast, intense again, but Todoroki is doing his best to keep up with the pace Bakugou sets.
He's a little surprised when he feels Bakugou's arm lifting him so suddenly. He doesn't fight it, let's the blond do as he wishes. Of course, the slam to the bed makes him grunt, and he's about to lift himself up, and ask what his classmate was doing, especially when he watches the way the condom is quickly removed.
With Bakugou climbing over him, cock near his mouth, Todoroki relaxes, silently knows what the other is requesting of him. He doesn't hesitate, and parts his lips, mouth open wide and accepting of what Bakugou was ready to give him.
As soon as he feels the cock at his lips, Todoroki drags his tongue over the tip, the only fleeing touch he gives before he both feels and tastes Bakugou's sudden release. Todoroki lifts his head up, mouth taking the head in, to catch all the white burning seed, hopefully none on his face again. Greedily, Todoroki swallows down all of Bakugou's cum, the taste still as salty and spicy as he remembered. His tongue laps over the tip, cleaning off Bakugou's cock before Todoroki removes his mouth, and falls back onto the bed.
The satisfying remnants of their pleasure remains a high for Todoroki. He's still struggling to hold back his quirk too. ]
Katsuki, I have...need to let go. [ He's doing his best to warn the blond, struggles to find the right words to say. ] I can't hold it back.
no subject
He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
no subject
The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
Thank you, Katsuki.
no subject
He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
I've gotta clean my fucking room.
no subject
Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
Do you want me to leave?
no subject
So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
no subject
[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
no subject
[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
no subject
[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
no subject
[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
no subject
Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
no subject
For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
no subject
He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
no subject
And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
HAHA it's ok!
Lmao I was too eager
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)