[Having his body abused isn't a big deal; he's put himself through worse strengthening who he is for the sake of being top hero. The nails in his skin ground him. The ice keeps the goosebumps out on his skin.]
Stop fucking up my damn room, Halfass. Nng. I need to... to open the fucking outside window...
[His hand smooths up to hook around the back of Todoroki's neck, but there's not much weight there when he uses his abs instead to heft himself up in a sit. The room spins, and he groans low under his breath against the other boy's shoulder.]
The next time we drink piss and rubbing alcohol, we're going to do it outside because you can't turn off your goddamn heater.
[Fuck, okay. He's going to have to try to get up without ending up laid out on the floor, unconscious.]
[ Todoroki leans with Bakugou, trying to balance the other as he wraps that arm around his neck. He's thankful for the other using his abs to lift with. Todoroki is positive he wouldn't be strong enough as drunk as he was feeling. ]
Just buy cheap whiskey next time. It doesn't set off my quirk as bad.
[ Todoroki decides to move as well, help assist Bakugou with getting the windows opened, and to also get that bottle of water. He releases Bakugou then, getting slowly up to his feet.
But, as Todoroki takes a step back, his foot landed on top of one of their phones, he's not even sure who it belongs to. It startled him enough though, because he really didn't want to break another phone, nor deal with Bakugou being pissy that he broke his phone. However, trying to maneuver forward only becomes a compete mess. He hits the side of the table, and in his drunken state, Todoroki loses his balance.
Unfortunately, he falls, and his hands try to catch himself. Not only does he not catch himself, but he manages to dig both sets of hands onto Bakugou, along with his head hitting hard to the blond's skull.
Pain immediately shoots up, one hand that has fallen to Bakugou's shoulder pulls away to rub the ache at his head. The other hand remains at the other's chest. ]
Bakugou, why did you leave the phone there?
[ Because obviously this was not Todoroki's fault in the slightest. ]
[Getting up with Todoroki is worse than Bakugou imagined. Never is he really this uncoordinated. He has to turn over to his knees, and the weight not on Todoroki before is present now. He puts both hands on the other boy's shoulders, feeling the sting of the heat on one side but being so use to nitroglycerin explosions to care. His palms are calloused.
Leaving the comfort of Todoroki's cool side is suffering. His hands drag up over the white and red hair, push off Todoroki's crown, and he staggers back a moment until he can get his footing, until Todoroki can stand up, too.] ...Shit. [And then he startles.
It feels like Todoroki trips in slow motion, but he's also moving in slow motion. He watches it happen, arms rising like iron beams, and he doesn't feel quick enough at all, not to catch the boy falling back and not to catch the boy falling forward.
Their heads clack, and light pops briefly behind his eyes. The noise that rises out of Bakugou isn't a snarl or a hiss; it's a genuine, low groan of pain, something vulnerable. Whatever he mutters is barely audible, and he sags forward on top of Todoroki with his chin hooked over the other's shoulder. He's glad he doesn't puke.]
...You bastard...
[It's not technically Todoroki's fault, but the anger is quick to boil up in him. He starts walking forward, smashing into Todoroki with the bulk of his chest, pushing even the taller boy backward as he goes. A solid brick wall, inescapable. All the way across the room without pause until Todoroki's back meets the blistering cool feel of the sliding glass door of the veranda. Bakugou presses in as heavily as he can.
The notch of the handle gets a few of his fingers, almost like he might open it and let Todoroki just tumble out on the deck. He doesn't. The other hand rises between them, and he hooks it around Todoroki's neck under the jaw, icy and burning on different sides of his palm. He squeezes ever so slightly and stares hard, but his eyes are unfocused. If he wanted, he could probably blow Todoroki's head off the shoulders and through the glass window behind.
And then without giving any rhyme or reason why, he kisses Todoroki hard on the mouth.]
[ Todoroki is still trying to stop the world from spinning when he feels Bakugou's shove to his chest. It's a miracle he doesn't fall again, but it's also not stopping. The force is there, one foot back after the other. ]
B-Bakugou! I'm not in the mood for you-
[ His back suddenly hits the sliding glass door, feels actually nice against his warm back. He leans as far against it as he can, trying to put in some distance between the way Bakugou towers over him.
Todoroki really didn't want to fight, didn't trust his quirk to be used to assist him. He's worried that Bakugou would open the door to the veranda, braces himself for the possibility.
But then Bakugou's hand is there, and Todoroki can't help to look defiantly at the other, a silent challenge if it did involve getting into a physical fight. Naturally though, the sudden hard plant of those lips against his is the farthest thing he expects to happen.
For a few seconds, Todoroki stalls. It's not his first kiss, not even his first drunk kiss. It's still unexpected though, and Todoroki finally just let's himself respond to Bakugou.
Todoroki isn't nearly as rough in response though, yet he's kissing back, in a way that seems unsure or even shy. The buzz of alcohol doesn't help, only makes Todoroki feel further lost in what they're doing. Todoroki settles one hand to grab at Bakugou's muscled arm, nails digging in like before.
It feels nice in a way, over-powering that sends a noticeable shiver down Todoroki's spine. The longer they kiss, the more comfortable Todoroki becomes. He soon begins to kiss back with more confidence, although not as near as how hard Bakugou felt against him. His grip doesn't let up either, like a lifeline to hold onto from this experience. ]
[Honestly, he's not sure how long he kisses Todoroki because things are more mellow and a hell of a lot slower. A minute or two; he gets caught up in a "goal," and the goal is to taste the mouth he forgets to who it belongs.
When he pulls back to breathe, the hand on the handle has moved to the glass by Todoroki's head, and his gaze is hazy but perhaps a little perplexed by his own actions. For a long moment, he just stares, face flushed.]
I'm fucking drunk.
[Bluntly. As if that explains everything. The draw to kiss Todoroki, his inability to fight the urge. He looks like he's thinking about what to do now that he's accomplished the small stretch goal, but the only thing his eyes can really focus on are Todoroki's lips.
He kisses them again, though this time, surprisingly more experimental, less hard and hungry, less impatient. It's strange; one side feels like how mint tastes, the other is heady and hot. As much fuss as he made about wanting it to be cool, he actually seems to prefer the side prickling him like cinnamon.
[ The moment their lips separate, Todoroki feels even further unsure of what to do than when they were kissing. He hates to admit, but he misses the action, especially after sneaking glances at Bakugou's body all night. He gets a chance to catch his breath though, eyes trying to read Bakugou's face, trying to find any answer of what happened, what they were doing.
He would think Bakugou would be the least of them all trying to kiss him. They have such a growing animosity that he never would expect in a million years to feel Bakugou's lips over his. Todoroki is also trying his best not to think back of the raw power that the blond displayed.
Bakugou's explanation to it all earns a sigh, but the hint of a smile from Todoroki. ]
You are.
[ He says matter of fact, despite that he has no room to judge. He was just as drunk himself.
Todoroki parts his lips to speak, not even sure what he was planning on saying, but he sees Bakugou leaning in, and all he can get out is a quick "Baku-" before those lips are on him again. It's not as intense or rough, but it definitely feels more intimate. Todoroki immediately leans into it, finds himself kissing back, trying to match Bakugou's pace. He can taste the mixture of alcohol and spices all together, like a warm burst that Todoroki finds he doesn't mind.
It feels like a long time since he's moved, besides his lips over Bakugou's in their dance together. But the longer they kiss, the more Todoroki relaxes, and soon enough, he let's his nails retract, with one hand remaining at Bakugou's arm, and the other coming to brush through the blond spikes of hair. ]
[The tentative lip touching last about as long as expected. Once Bakugou gets a tasting feel of the spice of the left side, a deep and burning craving begins in the bottom of his stomach. The fingers in his hair--soft, but thick, like tight curls when they're brushed out--spur him on.
While still kissing, he unsteadily feels for the handle of the door again and, when he finds it, he yanks it open five or so inches. Just enough so the hot and dry air sucks suddenly out of it, and the room is replaced by a more manageable chill. It hits his skin like pleasant cold water, but he's already broken out in the goosebumps that come with nervous, horny energy.
Both hands dig up around Todorki's jawline, cupping it, pulling the boy's head down to kiss harder, almost like he plans to suck the life out of Todoroki's throat. His weight settles domineeringly on the other's front, and he fits his body into the opposing grooves where he can. Legs and hips and chest. He's achingly, drunkenly hard, but trapped in the leg of his underwear, leaving him nothing to do but rut, antsy.
He can't help it. The palms of his hands spark on Todoroki's neck, like popping grease, like being shocked by polyester static in the winter. He bites Todoroki's lip suddenly, feeling bold, but it's probably a bit too hard even if he doesn't have intentions of drawing blood.]
[ The door opening behind him immediately gets Todoroki to tense up, and the reasonable part of his mind questions if he should stop this. But, Bakugou's lips are dragging him in like an aphrodisiac, and he willingly allows the blond to do with him as he pleased.
It was only kissing, right? Although, the longer the kiss, the more it becomes apparent of the growing situation at hand.
Bakugou doesn't even shy around it. While Todoroki is still trying to keep up with Bakugou's kissing, not wanting to fall behind, he feels everything Bakugou has to offer, and it has Todoroki's breath skip. The cold air hitting his skin should be a blessing, but his quirk remains uncontrollable. He feels incredibly warm, both from his quirk, and from the heat that Bakugou drags from his body. His eyes closed sometime ago, relishing in this feeling, trying to focus on their kiss, but it's so hard now.
He can feel how hard Bakugou is, and the mere act of the rut has Todoroki flushed with arousal.
What surprises him the most, is the spark at his neck. He mouths Bakugou's name between their lips, embarrassed that the light burn that resides there against his skin is a feeling that Todoroki finds pleasant. The bite only makes it worst. It's not enough to draw blood, but it does force Todoroki to make a noise he isn't even sure how to explain, something like a cry or whine. Todoroki parts his lips then, trying to avoid those teeth so he doesn't repeat that sound again.
Todoroki has become antsy, feeling both overwhelmed and allured. He doesn't want to stop, despite that it would be the reasonable thing to do. It's a struggle too, and Todoroki moves his hands to find purchase by circling Bakugou's neck, as if that would steady what he was feeling. Never had a kiss almost bring him down to his knees. Todoroki can't help but to find he doesn't mind it, either. ]
[Pulling away a second time, Bakugou's breath is incredibly ragged. All of him feels heavy, like lead, like iron, all except the center of him where it's hot and light, a balloon expanding.
He has to catch is breath, and so he relaxes, heaving, against Todoroki's front and ducks his face into the cool crook of the other boy's neck. The air rolling out is hot, but eaten quickly up by the lukewarm right side. He bunches himself there, eyes closed, almost like he plans to fall asleep half standing, half leaning into Todoroki against the glass door.
But then he moves, bites into the tender skin of Todoroki's neck where it meets the shoulder. It isn't a chew so much as a swift suck, a clamp of teeth that turns into a drag of them, following the line up to the jaw.
He doesn't have to hold onto Todoroki's face anymore to force it to spill kissing; instead, he takes the time to aggressively explore without asking for permission, though without any truly rude wants. It's about feeling Todoroki's body, mapping it, memorizing it. His palms are damp, but not explosive, and he carves the lines of gentle muscle at the waist and up the ribs.
One side is almost too hot to touch, the other cooler and relieving.
And then he draws away, a step back, keeping one hand planted firmly on the center of Todoroki's chest. The other hooks the hem of his own underwear, and he peels it off down his thighs and calves not unlike how he did his pants. Confident, no modesty. His stare at Todoroki is challenging if somewhat foggy.]
Now's your only chance to get the fuck out if you're wasting my goddamn time, Half. Otherwise... show me what you've fucking got.
[ Todoroki takes the chance to catch his breath, tilting his head to lean slightly against the blond that hides at the crook of his neck. Todoroki almost believes they're done, that the make out session is as far as it will go.
That doesn't seem to be the case, as soon as Todoroki feels the teeth at his neck. A breathless sigh of pleasure slips out, and he turns his head to give Bakugou more access. He's squirming with each bite, pleasure continuing to build.
He's just starting to really enjoy it when those lips cover his again. Todoroki moans again, lips parting to allow Bakugou's tongue into his mouth. Half of him is aware of Bakugou's hands exploring his body, instinctively with him leaning into each touch. Both hot and cold tingles along his body, his quirk going back out of his control.
Todoroki moans at the loss of Bakugou's lips when the blond pulls away. He tries to follow, but the hand at his chest stops him. He decided to watch Bakugou with eager eyes, using the moment to catch his breath as the other goes about removing his boxers. He tries not to stare, but it's an impossible task with the skin that's revealed.
Eyebrows furrow, mind racing as he tries to decide what to do. Bakugou told him to show what he got. ]
...alright.
[ Todoroki sinks to top his feet then, chewing on the inside of his mouth as he calms the nervous energy rushing through him.
Long fingers wrap around Bakugou's cock, slowly stroking as Todoroki tries to get more confident. It's definitely come far, farther than Todoroki would ever expect. He does nothing to stop it though. With a hitch to his breath, Todoroki leans his head forward, tongue sweeping at the head of Bakugou's length. ]
[It's amazing how compliant he is the moment the fingers catch him by the cock, half-stepping forward to be closer, to move into the touch. Remarkably average for how much he usually struts; the most pleasing part is he's got some girth when he's going this hard.
A soft, quick gasp of pleasure leaves him, and he realizes suddenly just how light-headed he is from it. His fingers brush the glass door, braced to keep him steady, and the other hand tangles its fingers into the red and white hair. He's just hoping he doesn't get so amped he jet engines both Todoroki's head and the glass.]
Don't tease me... you bastard...
[The tongue is the most suffering taste he's ever felt. Hot and wet and gone so quick. A damn tease of something better! He can't stand it. Every inch of him tingles violently, and his waist and thighs shudder with restraint, with growing frustration.]
Put it... in your mouth. [With surprisingly carefulness, he tries to maneuver himself again Todoroki's lips.] I ain't gonna choke you.
[ Todoroki gives a glance up the moment he feels the hand brushing through his hair. Instinctively, he leans up into it, doesn't honestly mind it. It's a little enthralling, that at any second, Bakugou's quirk would be there. He shouldn't find that dangerous aspect so appealing.
Todoroki also finds himself that he doesn't mind the way he's causing Bakugou to react in such a manner. It feels as if their positions were switched, from how spellbound Bakugou made him with just a kiss alone.
He gives a small smile, eyes focusing back on the cock in front of him. He allows the blond to pull him forward, lips giving the barest touch to the tip. ]
How considerate of you, Bakugou.
[ Parting his lips again, Todoroki leaned forward to take Bakugou back into his mouth. It's all too warm and intense, a salty taste that Todoroki can't tell if he likes or not. He ignores it for now, tries to swallow more of the thick length, inching more and more. He only gets about three-quarters of the way before he feels a burn in his throat, and backs off slightly, just to try again. Todoroki keeps up this cycle of on and off, starting to use his fingers to grip and rub what his mouth can't cover. ]
[When his cock goes in the mouth fully, Bakugou holds his breath. It feels as good as expected, and this earns Todoroki a ragged, teeth together sigh. The fingers in Todoroki’s hair curl, but he doesn’t force Todoroki’s head or pull the hair. The other boy is free to work as fast or slow as wanted, and all Bakugou is left to do is whisper,] Fuck... [It feels like Kaminari eletrocuted him—has been electrocuting him for half an hour. One leg is numb, and he’s trying not to sway, to buck. He knows he won’t be able to stand for long like this.
With an irritated, quiet growl, he grabs the base of his cock and pulls it away from Todoroki’s mouth, finally using the fingers in the hair to tip the other boy’s head back.] Goddammit. Let go a damn minute. Hang on... [Leaving for the table is a walk of instablity.
But he makes it, turning to sit on the edge, not worried about the glasses he knocks off, so he can yank the socks off, toe one of the pillows in front of him between his ankles. His head is low when he lifts just his eyes to peer at Todoroki, gaze dark and wanting, color as red as the flush of his neck. He raises a hand and curls the fingers in a beckon, then points at the pillow between his legs.]
[ Just hearing the curse that Bakugou says makes Todoroki feel pleased in a way. He's not sure what pace he should work with, but it's not too fast or slow. He's still trying to accommodate Bakugou's length, because Todoroki wants to take it all into his mouth. He knew it was possible, had watched videos before. It couldn't be that hard, right?
When Todoroki feels Bakugou's hand against his lips from the way he squeezes himself, his eyes glance up, before he's pushed away. Immediately, Todoroki wonders if he did something wrong. He was definitely new to this entire experience. But, Bakugou's hand is lifting him, and it still feels stimulating to have it there.
Curiously, Todoroki watches the blond move back to the table the few steps away. Idly, he licks his lips, could still taste the heat of Bakugou on his tongue, and can't help himself because he wants more.
Those crimson eyes that fall on him make him shiver. Todoroki could see the leaking desire there, and his two mismatched eyes are giving off signs of greed and thirst. A tinge of a smile lifts to his lip, and Todoroki crawls the few feet away.
The cushion is thankfully welcoming for his knees and legs, Todoroki making himself quite comfortable on it while his hands brush along the inside of Bakugou's thighs. Powerful and strong, just like his arms. Todoroki leans forward then, wraps one hand back around Bakugou's cock, at the base. From the edge of his fingers to the tip, Todoroki gives a long lick of his tongue, the quietest of moans slipping when he can pick up the flavor of Bakugou again. It might be provoking, yet Todoroki can't help himself. He doesn't return to the tip, instead tilts his head so he can suck on a spot over the length of Bakugou's dick. ]
[Once Todoroki gets to him at the table, Bakugou opens his legs without hesitation to let the boy in, stretches them out just enough to hook the heels against the floor on each side of Todoroki's legs.
Eyes closing momentarily, he throbs unabashedly in the other boy's palm with lips parted, and he can't tell whether it's the icy hand or the burning hand that's touching him. The sensations are nearly identical. He moans a quiet, airy curse, hands back on the table, head back between his shoulders.
But there's no lips, no mouth swallowing him up again, and his brows jerk. He drops his head forward on his chest, his glare breaking just as lips find the width of him. He tries to moan, but nothing will escape his throat but a hoarse hum. Sparks dance under his fingers on the table, popping wildly.]
You shithead. Ah-- [One hand comes forward to rake every finger through Todoroki's hair.] I said don't fuckin' tease me...
[ As he gives a hard suck, Todoroki is able to pick up the sounds of Bakugou's quirk at the table. He gives a glance up from the strands of his hair, a certain glint in his eyes for provoking the other student. He would have kept up with it too, but the sudden return of Bakugou's hand grabbing sharply at his hair has Todoroki moaning, and releasing his lips from the other.
The dominance from the grip makes him shudder. Todoroki adjusts his head, so that his tongue licks over the tip again. He's taking a form of pity on the blond, considers not teasing him anymore, as pleasant as that hand in his hair felt.
The curious, drunk question catches Todoroki slightly off guard. He retracts his tongue, replacing it with his finger to rub over the curved head. ]
That depends on the context of your question. You're the first person I've sucked off. [ Carefully, Todoroki adds a little heat from his quirk to his fingers, warming it up enough to make it more pleasant as he begins to stroke his hands up and down Bakugou's dick in a slow, long pace. ] But I'm not a virgin.
[ Although, doing it drunk, that was certainly new. Todoroki likes to believe he'll remember every little detail in the morning, but he's not honestly completely sure. ]
It's why I wanted to stop playing earlier. That alcohol you bought was offsetting my quirk, and it made me feel hot and aroused. When I'm this way, I can't use my ice that well, not until I calm this heat. I thought I could go back to my room, but you were persistent, and I couldn't stop myself when you showed me this. [ He motions at Bakugou's cock with another flick of his tongue. ] I...don't know what I'm doing. I just want it my mouth, or inside me.
[ He gives another lick, followed with a hard suck to the tip. He doesn't fully pull away after though, keeps his lips brushed over the head. ]
You can do whatever you want, I don't mind. Even if this is all you want, it's enough for me.
[ He mouths the words against the cock at his lips, wants to take it back into his mouth. He hadn't realized he would spill everything, his drunken mind giving all the answers when all Todoroki would like to do is keep Bakugou's cock lodged into his mouth. ]
What about you, Bakugou? [ He was also curious and drunk, and wanted to know more about the blond.
But, Todoroki doesn't wait for answer before his mouth swallows down the thick length, taking him in until the bump is there at the back of his throat. He ignores the burn there, starts up a slow pace of on and off the erection, adjusting his heated fingertips to circle and grip lightly at the base. ]
[No way. No way, no way, no way. Bakugou's mind reels at the blunt honesty, but his body jerks softly in time with the hand working him. The heat stings around his already hot cock, and he grits his teeth with a sudden clack to bite back the loud moan; instead, it comes out strained, strangled.]
You've... gotta be fuckin'... kidding me. [The next moan isn't something he can help. His hand falls away from Todoroki's head, not because he's done, but so he can drop back on his forearms. God. ] There's no fuckin' way... this is your first time...
[Chancing a glance down is torture. Todoroki just keeps talking. And talking, and the more Todoroki talks, the more flushed Bakugou's face grows. It seeps down over his collar into the stiff muscles of his chest, speckling his skin. Todoroki kneeling between his legs, shoulders rounded and muscled, eyes staring him back, cock right at the edge of the lips. Bakugou's embarrassed. He's turned on and embarrassed all in one go.
His mouth opens for rebuke, and the only thing that escapes is a rattled noise of pleasure.] Would... you just... shut... [He can't finish. His thighs tense, and his hips twitch. A wave of euphoria ghosts him, and he freezes for a second, briefly stunned, and then all at once looks pained. They just started, and he's gonna lose it already.]
You want it--?
[He doesn't finish. Both heels skid across the floor when his legs straighten out as Todoroki's mouth takes him in--all the way back. All wet tongue and lips. Save it, he tells himself, hands fisting. Save the fuck for later. (Later?) His palms spark. Save it.] Shit, my...! [He bares his teeth and drops his head back.] Quit burnin'... my dick off!
[ Todoroki is half listening to Bakugou, his mind focused at the task at hand. He doesn't want to stop in his pace, can feel the way Bakugou is moving about. His mind chalks it up that the blond was close, and Todoroki was eager to drink down everything the other had to offer.
It's not until the snap about his burn does Todoroki finally pull away, worriedly wondering if his quirk had gotten out of control again. He doesn't want to use his ice quirk to remedy the situation either. As if that would go smooth. He does do his best to drawl back the heat, which only makes him squirm in place, desire flooding more into him.
Todoroki chooses to use his cooler hand, with no hint of his quirk there. Of course, it was still a naturally colder hand. He uses two fingers to hold the tip of Bakugou's cock, while idly licking over the slit. ]
Thirty seconds for what? If you're ready to cum, just use my mouth.
[ Todoroki would figure it out from there. Swallow or spit, it didn't matter. ]
Otherwise, tell me. I can't read your mind, Bakugou.
[There’s a little wild panic in his eyes when Todoroki leaves him briefly. No! It felt so good. He was so close! His stomach hardens when he pulls himself up into more of a sit. He glares down, teeth bared. He can’t even say shit when Todoroki has him wrapped around his finger, when Todoroki is the mastermind behind what he gets.
But his back arches sharply when the chilly fingers catch him, and he moans without any restraint, caught off guard by the delicious sensation of going from hot to cold.] Would... you fuckin’ just...
...stop sayin’ that shit... like it ain’t nothing? [So casually! He’s dying. He can’t get any harder, but damn if Todoroki isn’t unintentionally trying anyway. His fingers dig into the other boy’s hair, this time untamed, antsy, gripping it gently and maneuvering Todoroki’s head as he wants.] Put it... in your mouth—ah... [Using his other hand, he steers his cock against Todoroki’s lips, then through and into the boy’s mouth before letting go. A long, half-moaned sigh escapes him.] Ah, goddammit...
[ Todoroki has to hold back a smile when he hears the unrestrained moan. While new to using his mouth in such a way, it wasn't so bad to be in this form of control. It was a hell of a lot better than Bakugou yelling at him for one thing or another.
Not that the screaming or yelling seems to stop, and Todoroki almost rolls his eyes. His eyebrows do furrow though, because he's unsure what Bakugou means, exactly. Stop saying what? Todoroki was only being honest. ]
Should I have stated it differently? [ Did Bakugou want scientific terms? Todoroki would figure that would be worst, but maybe easier for the blond?
But the tug at his hair is obvious, and Todoroki parts his lips, to allow Bakugou to do as he wishes with it. He can't reply to Bakugou again, not when there's a cock there, needing apparent attention. He sinks his lips down, swallowing until his mouth feels restrained. It's more than halfway, and Todoroki feels if he relaxes his throat, he could take in more. It's a hard feat, to ease himself, while also allowing his quirk to not potentially hurt Bakugou.
His fingers are below what his mouth sucks, squeezing and rubbing the base. His fingertips press down fleetingly over wide veins, tongue mimicking the same method in his mouth. However, his tongue can't do a whole lot sometimes as he moves his mouth up and down, so Todoroki makes up for it by gently dragging his teeth gently and carefully. ]
They remind him of another set, sharp and grinning, and even though this instance with Todoroki is completely different from any other instance with stupid hair's shark mouth, the teeth are enough to end him. He doesn't have time to even say anything, just open his mouth, feeling the hard rise of tingly, electric warmth coming from somewhere in the soul of his pelvis. He can't stop it. He can't even yell and jerk his dick out in time to let it settle before they start again.
Quite literally, he explodes.
The palms of his hands light up about the time he makes a strangled, almost painful moan of pleasure. He blows up on each side of the table, scorching the wood, and has enough driving force to throw him back against it, to skid it along with him across the room toward the door.
Todoroki's hard working mouth gets only a small helping of the climax before everything is jerked away with Bakugou's unintended flee. The rest of it goes elsewhere in everywhere direction, goes up onto his stomach as he rocks to a halt as the table stops. Bakugou's groan lifts above the sound of every glass scattering onto the floor in a heap.
Unsteadily, he lifts his shoulders and head to peer back down at Todoroki from between his legs as they drop like lead. One fist crackles when he squeezes it, and he tries to catch his breath.]
[ Todoroki first hears the explosion before anything else, and he doesn't have time to react to Bakugou at all. His mouth is open, accepting, of what the other has to offer, if to assist with the pulsing heat that drives him.
Unfortunately, it's merely a small taste.
The way the table skids across the room, Todoroki is quick enough to not allow his teeth to scrape over Bakugou's dick. White, hot cum lingers not only in his mouth, but burns his face, as well as making a mess due to Bakugou's quirk.
He can't really chastise Bakugou's reaction, when Todoroki remembers that his quirk was already rampaging in and out of his control. Nonetheless, he does huff, because he wanted to try to see if he could swallow all of Bakugou, but this was more than enough. Besides, the taste was strange on his tongue, salty with a hint of spice. He already swallows what he's managed to catch in his mouth, while his fingertips try to gather the remnants on his face.
Todoroki meets Bakugou's gaze, small smile quirking at his lips from the reaction the blond gives him. He has to admit, to get Bakugou to lose his cool, it's a bit of a victory. ]
I didn't do anything.
[ Came his response as he licks up a finger of seed that had sprayed his face. ]
[But saying this ends up implying that Todoroki got the upper hand on him, made him ache so badly he lost control of the quirk he's been doing nothing but training, perfecting.] It's none of your damn business! [With one arm, he rolls into a sit, only to start at the other boy licking fingers.]
What the hell?! [Just because it's attractive and makes him have to squeeze his thighs together doesn't mean he can't bitch.] I brought food, you freak! Stop eating my damn cum like it's dinner!!
[And then he hangs half over his knees at the edge of the table with his head down as if he needs the moment to reorient himself. Christ, it's bad enough he got finished off by a mouth much less snapped back over two quarters of the room by table surfing.]
As if... I'd let... a half bastard like you... get the victory... [His head lifts just enough for his eyes to cut up toward Todoroki, gaze heated. Ah.] Any last words...?
[ Despite Bakugou's words, Todoroki can't help but wonder if it was a lie or not. He almost wants to test the theory, but getting the blond back down for another round sounded more of a hassle than it was worth for the sake of his curiosity.
With one finger cleaned, Todoroki goes about licking the other. He's not aware of the sight it gives, only wishes to clean himself of Bakugou's cum without dirtying his clothes. ]
It's on my face, I need to get it clean before I leave here. [ Just imagining anyone seeing the sight would be embarrassing, especially if they were aware of which room he came from.
Todoroki finishes up, face mostly clean. He would need to wash the rest of it later, once he's sure that no one else is awake. But, it should be enough for him to get back to his room, for now. Todoroki turns and moves, to gather up his folded clothes.
He does not expect the words that come from Bakugou then.
So much, that he almost drops his clothes.
Todoroki frowns, a hint of red at his cheeks. He knows he's aroused, rightfully so, after what they've been doing since the first moment Bakugou kissed him. ]
I don't trust your teeth, if that's what you're planning. [ Todoroki gets to his feet then, clothes bundled in his arms. ] Shouldn't you be fine with getting your cock sucked? If you want it sucked again, just tell me.
[Frustration peaks in the middle of Bakugou's chest, and as he stands, his hands spark wildly. He's still hard, but less because he is ready to have another exploding orgasm and more he's simply turned on in general.] Hell no.
You're not going to fuck me over without fucking me at all twice tonight, you prick. [The only thing Bakugou has going for him is that they're drunk, and Todoroki won't want to fuck around going out of the window or fuss with trying to get by him when he'll obviously fight for it.
Cornered, he's hoping, as he slowly marches toward Todoroki with only a bit of a wobble.] Drop your fucking boxers.
I'm not some shithead who is so worthless they can't at least suck your dick! [Once he's close enough, he reaches out to try to bat the clothes in Todoroki's arms to the floor.] You think I can't do it or something, Halfy?!
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[Having his body abused isn't a big deal; he's put himself through worse strengthening who he is for the sake of being top hero. The nails in his skin ground him. The ice keeps the goosebumps out on his skin.]
Stop fucking up my damn room, Halfass. Nng. I need to... to open the fucking outside window...
[His hand smooths up to hook around the back of Todoroki's neck, but there's not much weight there when he uses his abs instead to heft himself up in a sit. The room spins, and he groans low under his breath against the other boy's shoulder.]
The next time we drink piss and rubbing alcohol, we're going to do it outside because you can't turn off your goddamn heater.
[Fuck, okay. He's going to have to try to get up without ending up laid out on the floor, unconscious.]
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[ Todoroki leans with Bakugou, trying to balance the other as he wraps that arm around his neck. He's thankful for the other using his abs to lift with. Todoroki is positive he wouldn't be strong enough as drunk as he was feeling. ]
Just buy cheap whiskey next time. It doesn't set off my quirk as bad.
[ Todoroki decides to move as well, help assist Bakugou with getting the windows opened, and to also get that bottle of water. He releases Bakugou then, getting slowly up to his feet.
But, as Todoroki takes a step back, his foot landed on top of one of their phones, he's not even sure who it belongs to. It startled him enough though, because he really didn't want to break another phone, nor deal with Bakugou being pissy that he broke his phone. However, trying to maneuver forward only becomes a compete mess. He hits the side of the table, and in his drunken state, Todoroki loses his balance.
Unfortunately, he falls, and his hands try to catch himself. Not only does he not catch himself, but he manages to dig both sets of hands onto Bakugou, along with his head hitting hard to the blond's skull.
Pain immediately shoots up, one hand that has fallen to Bakugou's shoulder pulls away to rub the ache at his head. The other hand remains at the other's chest. ]
Bakugou, why did you leave the phone there?
[ Because obviously this was not Todoroki's fault in the slightest. ]
Your head is as hard as a rock.
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Leaving the comfort of Todoroki's cool side is suffering. His hands drag up over the white and red hair, push off Todoroki's crown, and he staggers back a moment until he can get his footing, until Todoroki can stand up, too.] ...Shit. [And then he startles.
It feels like Todoroki trips in slow motion, but he's also moving in slow motion. He watches it happen, arms rising like iron beams, and he doesn't feel quick enough at all, not to catch the boy falling back and not to catch the boy falling forward.
Their heads clack, and light pops briefly behind his eyes. The noise that rises out of Bakugou isn't a snarl or a hiss; it's a genuine, low groan of pain, something vulnerable. Whatever he mutters is barely audible, and he sags forward on top of Todoroki with his chin hooked over the other's shoulder. He's glad he doesn't puke.]
...You bastard...
[It's not technically Todoroki's fault, but the anger is quick to boil up in him. He starts walking forward, smashing into Todoroki with the bulk of his chest, pushing even the taller boy backward as he goes. A solid brick wall, inescapable. All the way across the room without pause until Todoroki's back meets the blistering cool feel of the sliding glass door of the veranda. Bakugou presses in as heavily as he can.
The notch of the handle gets a few of his fingers, almost like he might open it and let Todoroki just tumble out on the deck. He doesn't. The other hand rises between them, and he hooks it around Todoroki's neck under the jaw, icy and burning on different sides of his palm. He squeezes ever so slightly and stares hard, but his eyes are unfocused. If he wanted, he could probably blow Todoroki's head off the shoulders and through the glass window behind.
And then without giving any rhyme or reason why, he kisses Todoroki hard on the mouth.]
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B-Bakugou! I'm not in the mood for you-
[ His back suddenly hits the sliding glass door, feels actually nice against his warm back. He leans as far against it as he can, trying to put in some distance between the way Bakugou towers over him.
Todoroki really didn't want to fight, didn't trust his quirk to be used to assist him. He's worried that Bakugou would open the door to the veranda, braces himself for the possibility.
But then Bakugou's hand is there, and Todoroki can't help to look defiantly at the other, a silent challenge if it did involve getting into a physical fight. Naturally though, the sudden hard plant of those lips against his is the farthest thing he expects to happen.
For a few seconds, Todoroki stalls. It's not his first kiss, not even his first drunk kiss. It's still unexpected though, and Todoroki finally just let's himself respond to Bakugou.
Todoroki isn't nearly as rough in response though, yet he's kissing back, in a way that seems unsure or even shy. The buzz of alcohol doesn't help, only makes Todoroki feel further lost in what they're doing. Todoroki settles one hand to grab at Bakugou's muscled arm, nails digging in like before.
It feels nice in a way, over-powering that sends a noticeable shiver down Todoroki's spine. The longer they kiss, the more comfortable Todoroki becomes. He soon begins to kiss back with more confidence, although not as near as how hard Bakugou felt against him. His grip doesn't let up either, like a lifeline to hold onto from this experience. ]
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When he pulls back to breathe, the hand on the handle has moved to the glass by Todoroki's head, and his gaze is hazy but perhaps a little perplexed by his own actions. For a long moment, he just stares, face flushed.]
I'm fucking drunk.
[Bluntly. As if that explains everything. The draw to kiss Todoroki, his inability to fight the urge. He looks like he's thinking about what to do now that he's accomplished the small stretch goal, but the only thing his eyes can really focus on are Todoroki's lips.
He kisses them again, though this time, surprisingly more experimental, less hard and hungry, less impatient. It's strange; one side feels like how mint tastes, the other is heady and hot. As much fuss as he made about wanting it to be cool, he actually seems to prefer the side prickling him like cinnamon.
Sucks to favor spicy shit, honestly.]
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He would think Bakugou would be the least of them all trying to kiss him. They have such a growing animosity that he never would expect in a million years to feel Bakugou's lips over his. Todoroki is also trying his best not to think back of the raw power that the blond displayed.
Bakugou's explanation to it all earns a sigh, but the hint of a smile from Todoroki. ]
You are.
[ He says matter of fact, despite that he has no room to judge. He was just as drunk himself.
Todoroki parts his lips to speak, not even sure what he was planning on saying, but he sees Bakugou leaning in, and all he can get out is a quick "Baku-" before those lips are on him again. It's not as intense or rough, but it definitely feels more intimate. Todoroki immediately leans into it, finds himself kissing back, trying to match Bakugou's pace. He can taste the mixture of alcohol and spices all together, like a warm burst that Todoroki finds he doesn't mind.
It feels like a long time since he's moved, besides his lips over Bakugou's in their dance together. But the longer they kiss, the more Todoroki relaxes, and soon enough, he let's his nails retract, with one hand remaining at Bakugou's arm, and the other coming to brush through the blond spikes of hair. ]
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While still kissing, he unsteadily feels for the handle of the door again and, when he finds it, he yanks it open five or so inches. Just enough so the hot and dry air sucks suddenly out of it, and the room is replaced by a more manageable chill. It hits his skin like pleasant cold water, but he's already broken out in the goosebumps that come with nervous, horny energy.
Both hands dig up around Todorki's jawline, cupping it, pulling the boy's head down to kiss harder, almost like he plans to suck the life out of Todoroki's throat. His weight settles domineeringly on the other's front, and he fits his body into the opposing grooves where he can. Legs and hips and chest. He's achingly, drunkenly hard, but trapped in the leg of his underwear, leaving him nothing to do but rut, antsy.
He can't help it. The palms of his hands spark on Todoroki's neck, like popping grease, like being shocked by polyester static in the winter. He bites Todoroki's lip suddenly, feeling bold, but it's probably a bit too hard even if he doesn't have intentions of drawing blood.]
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It was only kissing, right? Although, the longer the kiss, the more it becomes apparent of the growing situation at hand.
Bakugou doesn't even shy around it. While Todoroki is still trying to keep up with Bakugou's kissing, not wanting to fall behind, he feels everything Bakugou has to offer, and it has Todoroki's breath skip. The cold air hitting his skin should be a blessing, but his quirk remains uncontrollable. He feels incredibly warm, both from his quirk, and from the heat that Bakugou drags from his body. His eyes closed sometime ago, relishing in this feeling, trying to focus on their kiss, but it's so hard now.
He can feel how hard Bakugou is, and the mere act of the rut has Todoroki flushed with arousal.
What surprises him the most, is the spark at his neck. He mouths Bakugou's name between their lips, embarrassed that the light burn that resides there against his skin is a feeling that Todoroki finds pleasant. The bite only makes it worst. It's not enough to draw blood, but it does force Todoroki to make a noise he isn't even sure how to explain, something like a cry or whine. Todoroki parts his lips then, trying to avoid those teeth so he doesn't repeat that sound again.
Todoroki has become antsy, feeling both overwhelmed and allured. He doesn't want to stop, despite that it would be the reasonable thing to do. It's a struggle too, and Todoroki moves his hands to find purchase by circling Bakugou's neck, as if that would steady what he was feeling. Never had a kiss almost bring him down to his knees. Todoroki can't help but to find he doesn't mind it, either. ]
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He has to catch is breath, and so he relaxes, heaving, against Todoroki's front and ducks his face into the cool crook of the other boy's neck. The air rolling out is hot, but eaten quickly up by the lukewarm right side. He bunches himself there, eyes closed, almost like he plans to fall asleep half standing, half leaning into Todoroki against the glass door.
But then he moves, bites into the tender skin of Todoroki's neck where it meets the shoulder. It isn't a chew so much as a swift suck, a clamp of teeth that turns into a drag of them, following the line up to the jaw.
He doesn't have to hold onto Todoroki's face anymore to force it to spill kissing; instead, he takes the time to aggressively explore without asking for permission, though without any truly rude wants. It's about feeling Todoroki's body, mapping it, memorizing it. His palms are damp, but not explosive, and he carves the lines of gentle muscle at the waist and up the ribs.
One side is almost too hot to touch, the other cooler and relieving.
And then he draws away, a step back, keeping one hand planted firmly on the center of Todoroki's chest. The other hooks the hem of his own underwear, and he peels it off down his thighs and calves not unlike how he did his pants. Confident, no modesty. His stare at Todoroki is challenging if somewhat foggy.]
Now's your only chance to get the fuck out if you're wasting my goddamn time, Half. Otherwise... show me what you've fucking got.
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That doesn't seem to be the case, as soon as Todoroki feels the teeth at his neck. A breathless sigh of pleasure slips out, and he turns his head to give Bakugou more access. He's squirming with each bite, pleasure continuing to build.
He's just starting to really enjoy it when those lips cover his again. Todoroki moans again, lips parting to allow Bakugou's tongue into his mouth. Half of him is aware of Bakugou's hands exploring his body, instinctively with him leaning into each touch. Both hot and cold tingles along his body, his quirk going back out of his control.
Todoroki moans at the loss of Bakugou's lips when the blond pulls away. He tries to follow, but the hand at his chest stops him. He decided to watch Bakugou with eager eyes, using the moment to catch his breath as the other goes about removing his boxers. He tries not to stare, but it's an impossible task with the skin that's revealed.
Eyebrows furrow, mind racing as he tries to decide what to do. Bakugou told him to show what he got. ]
...alright.
[ Todoroki sinks to top his feet then, chewing on the inside of his mouth as he calms the nervous energy rushing through him.
Long fingers wrap around Bakugou's cock, slowly stroking as Todoroki tries to get more confident. It's definitely come far, farther than Todoroki would ever expect. He does nothing to stop it though. With a hitch to his breath, Todoroki leans his head forward, tongue sweeping at the head of Bakugou's length. ]
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A soft, quick gasp of pleasure leaves him, and he realizes suddenly just how light-headed he is from it. His fingers brush the glass door, braced to keep him steady, and the other hand tangles its fingers into the red and white hair. He's just hoping he doesn't get so amped he jet engines both Todoroki's head and the glass.]
Don't tease me... you bastard...
[The tongue is the most suffering taste he's ever felt. Hot and wet and gone so quick. A damn tease of something better! He can't stand it. Every inch of him tingles violently, and his waist and thighs shudder with restraint, with growing frustration.]
Put it... in your mouth. [With surprisingly carefulness, he tries to maneuver himself again Todoroki's lips.] I ain't gonna choke you.
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Todoroki also finds himself that he doesn't mind the way he's causing Bakugou to react in such a manner. It feels as if their positions were switched, from how spellbound Bakugou made him with just a kiss alone.
He gives a small smile, eyes focusing back on the cock in front of him. He allows the blond to pull him forward, lips giving the barest touch to the tip. ]
How considerate of you, Bakugou.
[ Parting his lips again, Todoroki leaned forward to take Bakugou back into his mouth. It's all too warm and intense, a salty taste that Todoroki can't tell if he likes or not. He ignores it for now, tries to swallow more of the thick length, inching more and more. He only gets about three-quarters of the way before he feels a burn in his throat, and backs off slightly, just to try again. Todoroki keeps up this cycle of on and off, starting to use his fingers to grip and rub what his mouth can't cover. ]
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[When his cock goes in the mouth fully, Bakugou holds his breath. It feels as good as expected, and this earns Todoroki a ragged, teeth together sigh. The fingers in Todoroki’s hair curl, but he doesn’t force Todoroki’s head or pull the hair. The other boy is free to work as fast or slow as wanted, and all Bakugou is left to do is whisper,] Fuck... [It feels like Kaminari eletrocuted him—has been electrocuting him for half an hour. One leg is numb, and he’s trying not to sway, to buck. He knows he won’t be able to stand for long like this.
With an irritated, quiet growl, he grabs the base of his cock and pulls it away from Todoroki’s mouth, finally using the fingers in the hair to tip the other boy’s head back.] Goddammit. Let go a damn minute. Hang on... [Leaving for the table is a walk of instablity.
But he makes it, turning to sit on the edge, not worried about the glasses he knocks off, so he can yank the socks off, toe one of the pillows in front of him between his ankles. His head is low when he lifts just his eyes to peer at Todoroki, gaze dark and wanting, color as red as the flush of his neck. He raises a hand and curls the fingers in a beckon, then points at the pillow between his legs.]
M’not done with you. Get over here.
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When Todoroki feels Bakugou's hand against his lips from the way he squeezes himself, his eyes glance up, before he's pushed away. Immediately, Todoroki wonders if he did something wrong. He was definitely new to this entire experience. But, Bakugou's hand is lifting him, and it still feels stimulating to have it there.
Curiously, Todoroki watches the blond move back to the table the few steps away. Idly, he licks his lips, could still taste the heat of Bakugou on his tongue, and can't help himself because he wants more.
Those crimson eyes that fall on him make him shiver. Todoroki could see the leaking desire there, and his two mismatched eyes are giving off signs of greed and thirst. A tinge of a smile lifts to his lip, and Todoroki crawls the few feet away.
The cushion is thankfully welcoming for his knees and legs, Todoroki making himself quite comfortable on it while his hands brush along the inside of Bakugou's thighs. Powerful and strong, just like his arms. Todoroki leans forward then, wraps one hand back around Bakugou's cock, at the base. From the edge of his fingers to the tip, Todoroki gives a long lick of his tongue, the quietest of moans slipping when he can pick up the flavor of Bakugou again. It might be provoking, yet Todoroki can't help himself. He doesn't return to the tip, instead tilts his head so he can suck on a spot over the length of Bakugou's dick. ]
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Eyes closing momentarily, he throbs unabashedly in the other boy's palm with lips parted, and he can't tell whether it's the icy hand or the burning hand that's touching him. The sensations are nearly identical. He moans a quiet, airy curse, hands back on the table, head back between his shoulders.
But there's no lips, no mouth swallowing him up again, and his brows jerk. He drops his head forward on his chest, his glare breaking just as lips find the width of him. He tries to moan, but nothing will escape his throat but a hoarse hum. Sparks dance under his fingers on the table, popping wildly.]
You shithead. Ah-- [One hand comes forward to rake every finger through Todoroki's hair.] I said don't fuckin' tease me...
You ever... done this shit before...?
[He's drunk and curious, sue him.]
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The dominance from the grip makes him shudder. Todoroki adjusts his head, so that his tongue licks over the tip again. He's taking a form of pity on the blond, considers not teasing him anymore, as pleasant as that hand in his hair felt.
The curious, drunk question catches Todoroki slightly off guard. He retracts his tongue, replacing it with his finger to rub over the curved head. ]
That depends on the context of your question. You're the first person I've sucked off. [ Carefully, Todoroki adds a little heat from his quirk to his fingers, warming it up enough to make it more pleasant as he begins to stroke his hands up and down Bakugou's dick in a slow, long pace. ] But I'm not a virgin.
[ Although, doing it drunk, that was certainly new. Todoroki likes to believe he'll remember every little detail in the morning, but he's not honestly completely sure. ]
It's why I wanted to stop playing earlier. That alcohol you bought was offsetting my quirk, and it made me feel hot and aroused. When I'm this way, I can't use my ice that well, not until I calm this heat. I thought I could go back to my room, but you were persistent, and I couldn't stop myself when you showed me this. [ He motions at Bakugou's cock with another flick of his tongue. ] I...don't know what I'm doing. I just want it my mouth, or inside me.
[ He gives another lick, followed with a hard suck to the tip. He doesn't fully pull away after though, keeps his lips brushed over the head. ]
You can do whatever you want, I don't mind. Even if this is all you want, it's enough for me.
[ He mouths the words against the cock at his lips, wants to take it back into his mouth. He hadn't realized he would spill everything, his drunken mind giving all the answers when all Todoroki would like to do is keep Bakugou's cock lodged into his mouth. ]
What about you, Bakugou? [ He was also curious and drunk, and wanted to know more about the blond.
But, Todoroki doesn't wait for answer before his mouth swallows down the thick length, taking him in until the bump is there at the back of his throat. He ignores the burn there, starts up a slow pace of on and off the erection, adjusting his heated fingertips to circle and grip lightly at the base. ]
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You've... gotta be fuckin'... kidding me. [The next moan isn't something he can help. His hand falls away from Todoroki's head, not because he's done, but so he can drop back on his forearms. God. ] There's no fuckin' way... this is your first time...
[Chancing a glance down is torture. Todoroki just keeps talking. And talking, and the more Todoroki talks, the more flushed Bakugou's face grows. It seeps down over his collar into the stiff muscles of his chest, speckling his skin. Todoroki kneeling between his legs, shoulders rounded and muscled, eyes staring him back, cock right at the edge of the lips. Bakugou's embarrassed. He's turned on and embarrassed all in one go.
His mouth opens for rebuke, and the only thing that escapes is a rattled noise of pleasure.] Would... you just... shut... [He can't finish. His thighs tense, and his hips twitch. A wave of euphoria ghosts him, and he freezes for a second, briefly stunned, and then all at once looks pained. They just started, and he's gonna lose it already.]
You want it--?
[He doesn't finish. Both heels skid across the floor when his legs straighten out as Todoroki's mouth takes him in--all the way back. All wet tongue and lips. Save it, he tells himself, hands fisting. Save the fuck for later. (Later?) His palms spark. Save it.] Shit, my...! [He bares his teeth and drops his head back.] Quit burnin'... my dick off!
God...dammit... You're cheating... You've... got... thirty fucking seconds...
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It's not until the snap about his burn does Todoroki finally pull away, worriedly wondering if his quirk had gotten out of control again. He doesn't want to use his ice quirk to remedy the situation either. As if that would go smooth. He does do his best to drawl back the heat, which only makes him squirm in place, desire flooding more into him.
Todoroki chooses to use his cooler hand, with no hint of his quirk there. Of course, it was still a naturally colder hand. He uses two fingers to hold the tip of Bakugou's cock, while idly licking over the slit. ]
Thirty seconds for what? If you're ready to cum, just use my mouth.
[ Todoroki would figure it out from there. Swallow or spit, it didn't matter. ]
Otherwise, tell me. I can't read your mind, Bakugou.
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But his back arches sharply when the chilly fingers catch him, and he moans without any restraint, caught off guard by the delicious sensation of going from hot to cold.] Would... you fuckin’ just...
...stop sayin’ that shit... like it ain’t nothing? [So casually! He’s dying. He can’t get any harder, but damn if Todoroki isn’t unintentionally trying anyway. His fingers dig into the other boy’s hair, this time untamed, antsy, gripping it gently and maneuvering Todoroki’s head as he wants.] Put it... in your mouth—ah... [Using his other hand, he steers his cock against Todoroki’s lips, then through and into the boy’s mouth before letting go. A long, half-moaned sigh escapes him.] Ah, goddammit...
Suck me.
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Not that the screaming or yelling seems to stop, and Todoroki almost rolls his eyes. His eyebrows do furrow though, because he's unsure what Bakugou means, exactly. Stop saying what? Todoroki was only being honest. ]
Should I have stated it differently? [ Did Bakugou want scientific terms? Todoroki would figure that would be worst, but maybe easier for the blond?
But the tug at his hair is obvious, and Todoroki parts his lips, to allow Bakugou to do as he wishes with it. He can't reply to Bakugou again, not when there's a cock there, needing apparent attention. He sinks his lips down, swallowing until his mouth feels restrained. It's more than halfway, and Todoroki feels if he relaxes his throat, he could take in more. It's a hard feat, to ease himself, while also allowing his quirk to not potentially hurt Bakugou.
His fingers are below what his mouth sucks, squeezing and rubbing the base. His fingertips press down fleetingly over wide veins, tongue mimicking the same method in his mouth. However, his tongue can't do a whole lot sometimes as he moves his mouth up and down, so Todoroki makes up for it by gently dragging his teeth gently and carefully. ]
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They remind him of another set, sharp and grinning, and even though this instance with Todoroki is completely different from any other instance with stupid hair's shark mouth, the teeth are enough to end him. He doesn't have time to even say anything, just open his mouth, feeling the hard rise of tingly, electric warmth coming from somewhere in the soul of his pelvis. He can't stop it. He can't even yell and jerk his dick out in time to let it settle before they start again.
Quite literally, he explodes.
The palms of his hands light up about the time he makes a strangled, almost painful moan of pleasure. He blows up on each side of the table, scorching the wood, and has enough driving force to throw him back against it, to skid it along with him across the room toward the door.
Todoroki's hard working mouth gets only a small helping of the climax before everything is jerked away with Bakugou's unintended flee. The rest of it goes elsewhere in everywhere direction, goes up onto his stomach as he rocks to a halt as the table stops. Bakugou's groan lifts above the sound of every glass scattering onto the floor in a heap.
Unsteadily, he lifts his shoulders and head to peer back down at Todoroki from between his legs as they drop like lead. One fist crackles when he squeezes it, and he tries to catch his breath.]
You... bastard...
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Unfortunately, it's merely a small taste.
The way the table skids across the room, Todoroki is quick enough to not allow his teeth to scrape over Bakugou's dick. White, hot cum lingers not only in his mouth, but burns his face, as well as making a mess due to Bakugou's quirk.
He can't really chastise Bakugou's reaction, when Todoroki remembers that his quirk was already rampaging in and out of his control. Nonetheless, he does huff, because he wanted to try to see if he could swallow all of Bakugou, but this was more than enough. Besides, the taste was strange on his tongue, salty with a hint of spice. He already swallows what he's managed to catch in his mouth, while his fingertips try to gather the remnants on his face.
Todoroki meets Bakugou's gaze, small smile quirking at his lips from the reaction the blond gives him. He has to admit, to get Bakugou to lose his cool, it's a bit of a victory. ]
I didn't do anything.
[ Came his response as he licks up a finger of seed that had sprayed his face. ]
Do you always do that when you cum?
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[But saying this ends up implying that Todoroki got the upper hand on him, made him ache so badly he lost control of the quirk he's been doing nothing but training, perfecting.] It's none of your damn business! [With one arm, he rolls into a sit, only to start at the other boy licking fingers.]
What the hell?! [Just because it's attractive and makes him have to squeeze his thighs together doesn't mean he can't bitch.] I brought food, you freak! Stop eating my damn cum like it's dinner!!
[And then he hangs half over his knees at the edge of the table with his head down as if he needs the moment to reorient himself. Christ, it's bad enough he got finished off by a mouth much less snapped back over two quarters of the room by table surfing.]
As if... I'd let... a half bastard like you... get the victory... [His head lifts just enough for his eyes to cut up toward Todoroki, gaze heated. Ah.] Any last words...?
It's my turn.
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With one finger cleaned, Todoroki goes about licking the other. He's not aware of the sight it gives, only wishes to clean himself of Bakugou's cum without dirtying his clothes. ]
It's on my face, I need to get it clean before I leave here. [ Just imagining anyone seeing the sight would be embarrassing, especially if they were aware of which room he came from.
Todoroki finishes up, face mostly clean. He would need to wash the rest of it later, once he's sure that no one else is awake. But, it should be enough for him to get back to his room, for now. Todoroki turns and moves, to gather up his folded clothes.
He does not expect the words that come from Bakugou then.
So much, that he almost drops his clothes.
Todoroki frowns, a hint of red at his cheeks. He knows he's aroused, rightfully so, after what they've been doing since the first moment Bakugou kissed him. ]
I don't trust your teeth, if that's what you're planning. [ Todoroki gets to his feet then, clothes bundled in his arms. ] Shouldn't you be fine with getting your cock sucked? If you want it sucked again, just tell me.
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[Frustration peaks in the middle of Bakugou's chest, and as he stands, his hands spark wildly. He's still hard, but less because he is ready to have another exploding orgasm and more he's simply turned on in general.] Hell no.
You're not going to fuck me over without fucking me at all twice tonight, you prick. [The only thing Bakugou has going for him is that they're drunk, and Todoroki won't want to fuck around going out of the window or fuss with trying to get by him when he'll obviously fight for it.
Cornered, he's hoping, as he slowly marches toward Todoroki with only a bit of a wobble.] Drop your fucking boxers.
I'm not some shithead who is so worthless they can't at least suck your dick! [Once he's close enough, he reaches out to try to bat the clothes in Todoroki's arms to the floor.] You think I can't do it or something, Halfy?!
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sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
omg mood. feel better!! no rush on anything
thaanks! feeling a lot better today lmao
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Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
HAHA it's ok!
Lmao I was too eager
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