[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?!
[ Bakugou's rage and violence makes this quite a predicament. Todoroki can't get a handle on his quirk, and he's sure that the blond will send him out the window if he's not careful. Nonetheless, he wouldn't take this lying down.
Maybe a little fighting was exciting him too much.
The clothes fall out of his hand, and Todoroki takes a step back. He can't go too far, blocked from the door with Bakugou as his barrier. ]
I'm sure you can do it, I just don't want it. You're going to burn me somehow, or bite me.
[ Another step back, and Todoroki hits a wall. If he concentrates enough, maybe he can build a wall of ice that separates them. Although, Todoroki wouldn't mind at all if he could get another taste or touch of that still hard dick he's picked up from Bakugou.
He tries to come up with something that could settle what they both crave. ]
Just kiss me, and I'll touch myself. That should be enough for you, shouldn't it?
[But the fact that Todoroki thinks as much puts a damper on his confidence. He did just blast the table unintentionally, accidentally. It was different! He had been falling over the edge! This time, he’d be the one in control. Rallied, he offers Todoroki a glare and closes the distance between them.]
Kissing wasn’t what you said you wanted earlier. [Both hands press into the wall on each side of the other boy as he moves in fully, tucks himself right into the available personal space. He doesn’t seem worried whether or not his cock rides up against Todoroki’s thigh and rest at the hip.] What was it again? “I want it in my mouth or inside me”? [The fingers curl.]
I can’t believe some bastard is actually gonna pass up having his dick sucked.
[For a long moment, he peers into Todoroki’s face, searching the different colored eyes. His expression softens with a drunken, heated edge, and he parts his lips a little, offering. But he doesn’t lean in quite far enough to kiss, forcing Todoroki to meet him halfway.]
[ Todoroki knows and understands he should be a little considerate. It wasn't like Bakugou would offer up himself to just anyone.
But, as he thinks about pushing aside his nervousness, Bakugou is moving in closer, and Todoroki has no more room to run. Just the barest hint of frost forms at his fingers and the wall where his hand lays, as Todoroki does his best to ignore the erection against his thigh. He almost considers touching it again, but he also doesn't want to send Bakugou into another frenzy of anger. ]
Yes, I wanted your cock in my mouth, or I wanted you inside me. [ Although, his quirk hadn't calm down as much as he anticipated from sucking Bakugou off. Nothing his own hand can't handle. ] Maybe when you're not drunk, I won't feel as nervous.
[ It's a bit of a lie. Todoroki is sure he'd feel the same, even without alcohol in their system. Bakugou's quirk felt enthralling against his skin and hair, but still felt a little anxious to get anywhere near his own cock.
He peers back into Bakugou's face, trying to read the blond quietly. He's not positive if Bakugou will give him what he wants, but then the look softens, and Todoroki feels himself relax. Although, there's still a distance between their lips, that Todoroki is forced to lean forward, to seal it.
It's still oddly soft and hot as he remembered, Bakugou's lips, that is. He comes to raise his hands to trail down the center of Bakugou's chest and stomach, even a few fingers fleetingly brushing over the other male's erection teasingly. ]
[When Todoroki meets him against the lips, his kiss quickly grows hungry. Both hands slide up to rest on the wall by the other boy’s head and shoulders, and he practically eats Todoroki’s mouth with a steady sort of work ethic.
The hands are tantalizingly hot and cold—together. He moans quietly against Todoroki’s lips, frustrated by the delight of the sensations, wanting more. His hips rock without hesitation, pushing his cock back and forth a few times against the hip it rests on, needing the friction and desiring, more than anything, the fleeting hand teasing him.
So he draws his head away and down, gives Todoroki a reprimanding bite on the shoulder. A hard, short suck which feels a lot like having an ice cube in his mouth. And then the brush of his lips, the hint of teeth as a warning when he moves his mouth up the curve of Todoroki’s neck.]
[ Their kiss is intoxicating and sultry. Todoroki lets Bakugou lead the kiss, but he's meeting halfway, lips pushing with a hungry pressure that leaves him breathless. While he focuses hard to keep his hands from burning or turning into ice blocks, it leaves his mouth open for his quirk to remain out of control, both temperatures mixing in the cavern; his breath cold, tongue hot.
Todoroki continues to tease Bakugou, lifts his hips up to enjoy the attention he's getting, but also for his warm hand to keep gently brushing and playfully dodging Bakugou's cock. He should expect the bite to his shoulder, but he's so captivated in his objective that the sharp bite has a breathless whine push past his lips. Immediately, Todoroki bites down on his bottom lip, face a little red from the sound he made.
A harmless glare is sent to Bakugou, yet he tilts his head, accommodating the blond to have access to his neck.
He quietly understood Bakugou's warning.
Fingers stop their teasing, and wrap around Bakugou's cock, his temperature only giving a gentle heat. He strokes long and slow, his own form of revenge for the bite at his shoulder that pleasantly stings. Todoroki is half aware that the deal was to touch himself, but he's can't resist giving Bakugou his attention. In a way, he figured it was only fair. Bakugou stopped kissing him, after all. ]
[The fingers of both hands curl against the wall. The warm hand on his cock feels more amazing than he’d like to admit, and it draws a breathless, frustrated moan out over Todoroki’s jaw. For a moment, he can’t help but revel in it, soak up the attention given to him like it always has been, his face tucked into the cool skin of Todoroki’s neck.
But then he seems to realize he’s the one slowly, gently pumping himself into Todoroki’s fist, and he pulls his head back so he can dive for the mouth again. Hot and cold. A weird feeling to taste, like Todoroki is passing him water by the mouth. It’s addictive, as much shit as he gives Endeavor’s crafted soldier.
He may be straying away from what they agreed on, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring his damp hand down and curl his fingers lightly around Todoroki’s neck, keeping the other boy’s head where he wants it, forward, accepting.]
Oi... [His lips are still close, voice low and hoarse. He kisses Todoroki hungrily between the words, trying to egg the boy on.] ...you ain’t touching... your damn dick... You’re touching mine.
[ The lips returning back to his earns Bakugou a quiet moan. He returns the tenacity, breathless sigh at the feel of his tongue touching the other's. It becomes a little more difficult to enjoy and relax into the kiss when he feels the rough touch of Bakugou's hand at his neck, so he keeps his mouth open, lets the other do as he pleases for now.
Todoroki about groans when he both feels and hears Bakugou speaking. He has to force himself to listen, but he'd rather focus more on the hungry kisses in between the words.
The prodding from Bakugou seems to work, with Todoroki using his other hand to slip inside of his boxers, lightly cold hand wrapping around his own cock. He doesn't release his grip on Bakugou's though, strokes them both in tandem. It's not what he truly wants, Todoroki knows that, but he forces himself to accept it nonetheless.
His hips rock with each pump of his fingers, squeezing where he likes it, thumb rubbing at the tip with each raise of his hand. The boxers keep it constrained though, push almost uncomfortably at his dick. Still, he doesn't remove them, more so because he's too entrapped with touching and kissing. He doesn't want to have to stop himself or focus on anything else but the pleasure that rolls through his veins. ]
[Bakugou has two free hands and not an ounce of restraint. The kissing is fine. The kissing is good, and Todoroki’s hot palm on his cock is good. But he’s drunk and horny and impatient, and Todoroki is taking his sweet time with everything.
So Bakugou drops his arms down and hooks two fingers of each hand and the hem of the boxers, but doesn’t stop holding Todoroki’s mouth hostage. Rather than yank, surprisingly, he pushes the boxers down over Todoroki’s hips and as far down the thighs he can manage without pulling away from the icy-hot mouth.
The other boy told him not to, but he wants to prove he can. He wants to do something more than squirm in Todoroki’s hand and shove his tongue down Todoroki’s throat. He’s better than that. He isn’t a damn blushing virgin! Easy, gently, he wraps his damp fingers over the cold one handling Todoroki’s cock, tries to touch where he can of the rigid, aching flesh. Tries to get Todoroki to let him take it, hoping if he keeps their lips locked, it’ll be more enticing.
His grip is firm, hand calloused in the right ways. Let him hold it. Let him rub it? It’s fine.]
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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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Maybe a little fighting was exciting him too much.
The clothes fall out of his hand, and Todoroki takes a step back. He can't go too far, blocked from the door with Bakugou as his barrier. ]
I'm sure you can do it, I just don't want it. You're going to burn me somehow, or bite me.
[ Another step back, and Todoroki hits a wall. If he concentrates enough, maybe he can build a wall of ice that separates them. Although, Todoroki wouldn't mind at all if he could get another taste or touch of that still hard dick he's picked up from Bakugou.
He tries to come up with something that could settle what they both crave. ]
Just kiss me, and I'll touch myself. That should be enough for you, shouldn't it?
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[But the fact that Todoroki thinks as much puts a damper on his confidence. He did just blast the table unintentionally, accidentally. It was different! He had been falling over the edge! This time, he’d be the one in control. Rallied, he offers Todoroki a glare and closes the distance between them.]
Kissing wasn’t what you said you wanted earlier. [Both hands press into the wall on each side of the other boy as he moves in fully, tucks himself right into the available personal space. He doesn’t seem worried whether or not his cock rides up against Todoroki’s thigh and rest at the hip.] What was it again? “I want it in my mouth or inside me”? [The fingers curl.]
I can’t believe some bastard is actually gonna pass up having his dick sucked.
[For a long moment, he peers into Todoroki’s face, searching the different colored eyes. His expression softens with a drunken, heated edge, and he parts his lips a little, offering. But he doesn’t lean in quite far enough to kiss, forcing Todoroki to meet him halfway.]
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But, as he thinks about pushing aside his nervousness, Bakugou is moving in closer, and Todoroki has no more room to run. Just the barest hint of frost forms at his fingers and the wall where his hand lays, as Todoroki does his best to ignore the erection against his thigh. He almost considers touching it again, but he also doesn't want to send Bakugou into another frenzy of anger. ]
Yes, I wanted your cock in my mouth, or I wanted you inside me. [ Although, his quirk hadn't calm down as much as he anticipated from sucking Bakugou off. Nothing his own hand can't handle. ] Maybe when you're not drunk, I won't feel as nervous.
[ It's a bit of a lie. Todoroki is sure he'd feel the same, even without alcohol in their system. Bakugou's quirk felt enthralling against his skin and hair, but still felt a little anxious to get anywhere near his own cock.
He peers back into Bakugou's face, trying to read the blond quietly. He's not positive if Bakugou will give him what he wants, but then the look softens, and Todoroki feels himself relax. Although, there's still a distance between their lips, that Todoroki is forced to lean forward, to seal it.
It's still oddly soft and hot as he remembered, Bakugou's lips, that is. He comes to raise his hands to trail down the center of Bakugou's chest and stomach, even a few fingers fleetingly brushing over the other male's erection teasingly. ]
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[When Todoroki meets him against the lips, his kiss quickly grows hungry. Both hands slide up to rest on the wall by the other boy’s head and shoulders, and he practically eats Todoroki’s mouth with a steady sort of work ethic.
The hands are tantalizingly hot and cold—together. He moans quietly against Todoroki’s lips, frustrated by the delight of the sensations, wanting more. His hips rock without hesitation, pushing his cock back and forth a few times against the hip it rests on, needing the friction and desiring, more than anything, the fleeting hand teasing him.
So he draws his head away and down, gives Todoroki a reprimanding bite on the shoulder. A hard, short suck which feels a lot like having an ice cube in his mouth. And then the brush of his lips, the hint of teeth as a warning when he moves his mouth up the curve of Todoroki’s neck.]
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Todoroki continues to tease Bakugou, lifts his hips up to enjoy the attention he's getting, but also for his warm hand to keep gently brushing and playfully dodging Bakugou's cock. He should expect the bite to his shoulder, but he's so captivated in his objective that the sharp bite has a breathless whine push past his lips. Immediately, Todoroki bites down on his bottom lip, face a little red from the sound he made.
A harmless glare is sent to Bakugou, yet he tilts his head, accommodating the blond to have access to his neck.
He quietly understood Bakugou's warning.
Fingers stop their teasing, and wrap around Bakugou's cock, his temperature only giving a gentle heat. He strokes long and slow, his own form of revenge for the bite at his shoulder that pleasantly stings. Todoroki is half aware that the deal was to touch himself, but he's can't resist giving Bakugou his attention. In a way, he figured it was only fair. Bakugou stopped kissing him, after all. ]
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But then he seems to realize he’s the one slowly, gently pumping himself into Todoroki’s fist, and he pulls his head back so he can dive for the mouth again. Hot and cold. A weird feeling to taste, like Todoroki is passing him water by the mouth. It’s addictive, as much shit as he gives Endeavor’s crafted soldier.
He may be straying away from what they agreed on, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring his damp hand down and curl his fingers lightly around Todoroki’s neck, keeping the other boy’s head where he wants it, forward, accepting.]
Oi... [His lips are still close, voice low and hoarse. He kisses Todoroki hungrily between the words, trying to egg the boy on.] ...you ain’t touching... your damn dick... You’re touching mine.
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Todoroki about groans when he both feels and hears Bakugou speaking. He has to force himself to listen, but he'd rather focus more on the hungry kisses in between the words.
The prodding from Bakugou seems to work, with Todoroki using his other hand to slip inside of his boxers, lightly cold hand wrapping around his own cock. He doesn't release his grip on Bakugou's though, strokes them both in tandem. It's not what he truly wants, Todoroki knows that, but he forces himself to accept it nonetheless.
His hips rock with each pump of his fingers, squeezing where he likes it, thumb rubbing at the tip with each raise of his hand. The boxers keep it constrained though, push almost uncomfortably at his dick. Still, he doesn't remove them, more so because he's too entrapped with touching and kissing. He doesn't want to have to stop himself or focus on anything else but the pleasure that rolls through his veins. ]
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So Bakugou drops his arms down and hooks two fingers of each hand and the hem of the boxers, but doesn’t stop holding Todoroki’s mouth hostage. Rather than yank, surprisingly, he pushes the boxers down over Todoroki’s hips and as far down the thighs he can manage without pulling away from the icy-hot mouth.
The other boy told him not to, but he wants to prove he can. He wants to do something more than squirm in Todoroki’s hand and shove his tongue down Todoroki’s throat. He’s better than that. He isn’t a damn blushing virgin! Easy, gently, he wraps his damp fingers over the cold one handling Todoroki’s cock, tries to touch where he can of the rigid, aching flesh. Tries to get Todoroki to let him take it, hoping if he keeps their lips locked, it’ll be more enticing.
His grip is firm, hand calloused in the right ways. Let him hold it. Let him rub it? It’s fine.]
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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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