[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.]
[ There's a noticeable hitch in his breath when Bakugou takes over, tugging his boxers down that has Todoroki mouthing 'no' between their lips, but not at all stopping himself. In fact, when they remain lowered at his thigh, he squirms enough for the article of clothing to drop and pool at his feet.
It's not at all surprising to feel Bakugou's warm hand over his colder one, and Todoroki can't help but to still the stroking to his cock, tries to shake his head but not wanting to break the kiss. 'No' is on his lips, but only a breathless sigh of pleasure forms when he feels Bakugou's touch. It doesn't take much coercing from there to give control to the blond, his drunk mind a haze of pleasure now, despite his earlier nervousness.
It doesn't stop the way his free hand now comes to dig his fingernails into Bakugou's arm though, his own way to anchor himself from the arousing pleasurable sensation coursing through his body.
As a way to distract himself, Todoroki tries to focus further on his other grip, on Bakugou's cock still in hand. His fingers stroke faster, thumb rubbing the underside with the tip of his fingernail. He's careful though, mindful that he doesn't place any harmful pressure, or allow his quirk to lose control, at least at that part of his body. He no longer cares that frost tinges where he's scratching Bakugou's arm.
What was once 'no' being mouth between their lips is a silent plea of 'more' and Bakugou's name, Todoroki finally leaving everything in the blond's capable hands. His drunk mind was lost in the pleasure, and he had all the intentions to ride it out. ]
[The arrogant confidence comes back when Todoroki relents, and a pleased smirk cuts across Bakugou’s lips. Knowing he can at least proceed with touching, he feels more in control of the exchange. And Todoroki’s reactions are delicious to hear and watch. When... he isn’t being distracted by the hot hand teasing the shit out of him, too.]
Good? I told ya.
[The dampness has an edge of danger, sure, but it foes wonders for making it easy to run his fist from the base of Todoroki’s cock to the dip. There’s no friction burn, no roughness, only a smooth back and forth. He tugs the flesh, trying to pull another one of the air moans out, and then he very gently twists his fingers around the head, ushering a thumb along the sensitive skin beneath, up over the wet slit.
It’s like a game; whatever Todoroki gives him, he returns double. There has been any sparking, not even a pop of nitroglycerin.] Don’t fuckin’ clam up on me now after talking all that shit. [His mouth is as close to Todoroki’s as it can be without smashing them together; voice tight and hot and wanting.]
Tell me what you want.
[But for a moment, he kisses Todoroki again, hungry. His hand pumps Todoroki’s cock once, twice, tip to base, squeezing softly. When he’s satiated, he turns his head and drops it across to the burning skin on Todoroki’s hot side. Still spicy and elegant; he runs his tongue across the collar bone like he can taste it.]
[ Todoroki stutters a response, doesn't want to admit that giving Bakugou control was doing all sorts of pleasurable things to him. He chews on his bottom lip then, to keep his noises at bay, while he rocks his hips into each little touch the blond gives him. It's more than pleasant, a building pressure that leaves Todoroki feeling more ache and steamy than anything. The insecurity stemming from Bakugou's quirk doesn't help. It's almost too exhilarating, flirting with danger like that.
He bites harder to his bottom lip, keeps the whines and moans at bay for now while his eyes close tightly.
Todoroki is aware of Bakugou speaking again, but he's more focused on closing the distance of their lips once more, in order to keep himself quiet. ]
I...I already..told you what I want.
[ Came his hurried and hushed response, between their lips, before he's returning the kiss just as hungrily. With his lips preoccupied against Bakugou's, there's no stopping the breathless moans and mewls that's escaping beyond his control, with each touch he feels from the other's hands on his aching erection. He's a little upset when their kiss is broken, yet Todoroki welcomes the feel of warm lips familiarizing themselves along his skin, especially his collarbone. ]
Do..as...you will.
[ Todoroki manages to get out, no longer fights against Bakugou. Although, his hand that strokes the blond has slowed down considerably, grips only at the base, as he focuses more on feeling rather than returning. It's not his fault. Bakugou was drugging his mind with pleasurable touches and warm licks to his collar.
At the very least, he won't give in so easily to verbally tell Bakugou what he wants again. ]
[Unfortunately, it's difficult to do two things at once--four things, if counting. Bakugou alternates between mouthing the slope of Todoroki's shoulder, the dipped and warm clavicle and thrusting Todoroki's cock through the hole of his fist.
He relishes the cool of the frost on his arms when it soothes the pleasant bite of Todoroki's nails. The other boy has forgotten, mostly, his cock, but that's okay. He pushes it back and forth periodically in Todoroki's hand.
Again, he brings his head back up, kissing long and slow this time. Thirsting like before, but trying to be steady, savoring it. He lets his forehead rest against Todoroki's own, his red eyes cast down between them.
His hand turns, and instead of pulling underhanded, he's pumping downward, speed increasingly.] You're pretty hard, Half. [He keeps his voice whispery between them. Surprisingly, he doesn't have to yell, and he sounds so much better for it.] You close? Or... are you fuckin' holding out on me...?
S'this really all you want? To fucking kiss me, for me to jerk you? Don't want my mouth or my fucking cock?
[With a loose fist, he twists his hand back and forth over the head, teasing. He doesn't push back down. A wolfish grin curves his lips; he taunts Todoroki by playing only with the tip and first quarter.]
[ Todoroki is accepting of the long and slow kiss, tries to return the favor, even though he wants it harder and faster. It doesn't match the attention that he receives at his cock, only driving him more crazy. Never before was it this intense, and Todoroki isn't sure how he should react, especially in regards to it being Bakugou.
The other is saying words that send shivers down his spine and leaves his face tinted red. He wants to deny it, that he's not as hard as Bakugou is claiming he is, but he knows better. His body aches for attention, and it's driving him senseless in pleasure.
He doesn't want to give in, to voice the building desire that screams at him for attention. But, at the same time, he's not sure how much more of this he can take. It feels as if this is more than enough, but not, at the same time. Was the alcohol to blame? The gross liquor had certainly drove him out of his comfort zone, was the start of this arousing feeling, with Bakugou taking over from there.
Sharply, Todoroki drags his icy fingers away, slapping his hand over his mouth as he can no longer still the whines that form. He has to force his eyes back open, bliss and a glint of challenge in them. He swallows down a pleasurable sigh, finds the words he wants to say. ]
Your cock...I want your cock.
[ While accustomed to Bakugou's hand, he's still nervous about that mouth. He wants it, yes, but he wants that cock more. Todoroki even drags his grip from the blond's dick away, clawing at Bakugou's other arm, his temperature heating up slightly.
He has to swallow the building tension down, licks his lips from behind his hand, before he lowers his arm down, bracing his hand to the wall behind him. ]
[Something warm and heavy settles in the bottom of his stomach, tingles. The casualness brings goosebumps out on his skin, and his eyes snap up to meet Todoroki's. He's not angry. There's a strange softness to his hazed face, uncertainty in a pleasant way.
Very gently, he leans in and kisses Todoroki with a hot, aching gentleness. Once. A tease.
And then he draws back slowly, letting Todoroki's cock slip from his hand so he can reach up and take Todoroki by the wrist instead.] Come on then.
[He leads Todoroki back from the wall and over instead to the bed, dodging the mess on the floor sloppily. When their legs bump the edge, he reaches up to grab Todoroki by the face and again attack the boy's mouth, more fiercely this time, wild and wanting. He practically tackles them onto it, careful of his knees and legs, but not caring about adding the weight of his chest and hips.
Still kissing, he lowers his hands and scoops the back of Todoroki's thighs up, sliding Todoroki further back, but he doesn't follow. He drops off the edge of the bed, wobbles, lands on one knee and curses. One of the drawers below gets yanked open, then shut again. The next one down is yanked open, and he scrapes through the clothes in it with his hands until he can find what he's looking for.
A bottle of lube lands up beside Todoroki on the sheets and, after a moment, the sound of perforated tearing, Bakugou stands up again and kneels on the edge of the bed with a single knee. He holds up a square, foiled wrapper.]
[ The way Bakugou stares, it makes Todoroki feel a little uneasy, that maybe he overstepped some boundaries. But the feeling doesn't last, not when those lips return, almost too gently that Todoroki finds himself lost and glazed, wants more of this hidden side of Bakugou.
Too bad it's only a tease.
His licks his tongue, as if he could savor the gentle feeling, while the blond has him leading to the bed. There's a small buildup of worry in his drunk mind, despite that he fully knew what he was asking for. Thankfully, the apprehension immediately leaves him as soon as he feels Bakugou's lips back over his. A moan forms, and Todoroki places both hands at the blond's shoulders, returning the kiss with just as much passion.
He accepts the body on top of him, moving his fingertips past the shoulders to dig his nails into Bakugou's back. Not that he can hold on for long, much to his misfortune.
Two-toned eyes watch the way Bakugou moves about, hears when each drawer is opened. He has a good idea what the other is up to, and confirms his suspicion when the lube is dropped beside him, and the tear of the wrapper follows.
To the question Bakugou gives him, Todoroki nods eagerly. ]
I want it, Bakugou.
[ Truthfully, he's only done this twice, and still finds himself new to what he should do from here, if he should assist in any way. Todoroki leans up slightly, and motions with his hand for Bakugou to return back to him. ]
[Funnily enough, Bakugou actually seems rather put-off for a moment when he doesn't get the pleasant, stomach-fluttering tease of his first name. For a moment, he, too, wonders if he did something wrong.
But Todoroki beckons him back, that's good, and like a thrall, he goes. It's a goal; getting the other boy to call out to him that way again.
As he settles gently over Todoroki's legs, he rips the condom open with his teeth, careful. Takes it out and throws the foil over his shoulder. But he doesn't put it on yet; instead, bends down over Todoroki and hungrily kisses again, mouth flushed and numb. His attempt to put the condom on himself while also continuing to kiss is half successful on the first try. There's some breathless, airy cursing on Todoroki's lips, one pause, a lot of drunkenness, but he manages to get it when all is said and done.
Pulling away, he shifts, moves up and puts his back to the wall while his hand reaches out to try to scoop Todoroki up, both guiding him to try to get the boy to straddle his lap. He thinks maybe it'll make Todoroki relax, having most of the control.
It's no good unless Todoroki is enjoying it.]
Now fucking kiss me, dipshit. [His fingers loop around Todoroki's arms, and he tries to pull Todoroki back down to his mouth. His face softens just slightly like before, his lips parted. There's a pause, and almost like a correction:]
[ Those lips are his drug, and Todoroki finds himself addicted with each press or movement that Bakugou's lips deliver onto his. He parts his own lips again, tongue rubbing hungrily over Bakugou's mouth, focusing harder on this rather than feel how the other struggles between his legs with the condom. The curse between their lips earns a chuckle, Todoroki somewhat positive he would find it as much of a struggle in his drunken mind.
Todoroki watches the shift in position, goes along with the pull of his body. He doesn't mind straddling Bakugou, finds it easier to work with, at his own pace, with most of the control.
The demand earns a roll of eyes though, but Todoroki leans in, lips seeking Bakugou's once again. He's ready to lose himself into the feeling of Bakugou's kiss when he catches his name on the blond's tongue. A small smile forms, and he returns the sentiment: ]
Katsuki.
[ Reaching below them, Todoroki wraps his fingers around Bakugou's need, and leads it to his body. The pressure of the blunt head pressing inside of him gives a light burn of pain, one that Todoroki ignores, and forces his body to accept all of what Bakugou has to offer. Breath trembling, he doesn't stop, not until his body finally gives in, and he can feel half of Bakugou's cock inside of him.
It's not enough.
Impatiently, Todoroki sinks all the way down sharply, crying out from the intensity, before he snaps his teeth into Bakugou's shoulder. While a burning sting, the alcohol and his own heated quirk was definitely helping to relieve the ache he brought on upon himself. Todoroki wraps his hands below Bakugou's arms, digging his fingernails down the blond's back as he gives himself a few moments to adjust. ]
Your cock is huge, Katsuki. [ He mumbles from around Bakugou's shoulder. Experimentally, he rocks his hips, sighing as both discomfort and pleasure is there, and so he does it again. The pain is ebbing away, so Todoroki can lift himself up and back down, the pace slow and almost unbearable. ]
[The pleasant tickle across Bakugou's chest turns cold as soon as Todoroki starts positioning. The dazed admiration fades quickly into deadpan horror.] Wai-- [He's not fast enough. Todoroki is a madman, sitting directly on top of him, and all of the muscles in his legs and stomach stiffen.]
Fuck! [His head thumps the wall gently when he rolls it back, a hard hiss leaving his lips. It doesn't hurt him nearly as much as Todoroki--no, it feels so good that he has to dig his hands around the tops of the other boy's thighs. But he's actually worried.
It's not fucking good if Todoroki isn't loving it. If Todoroki is in actual pain.] Shouto! Ah--
Are you... fuckin' insane? What the... hell! You forgot the goddamn lube, you idiot! You can't just... sit on my dick dry! Ah--!
[The rough housing is his drug. He throbs inside of Todoroki, digs his heels into the bed. The bite, the nails--drives him absolutely crazy, and he lets out the loudest, most genuine moan he has so far.] Shit... [The cool right side of Todoroki's neck only offers a little reprieve when Bakugou rests his face there.
He digs along the bed for the bottle, but uncapping it around Todoroki's lower back and getting anything on himself, on both of them, is just a mess he isn't concerned with. He just squeezes without much aim except down, letting it drizzle wherever it can, enough of a handful to at least get something when he drops it and reaches around to feel, over Todoroki, over himself. It'll do.
Plus, when he brings his hand back, it's now watery and slicker than before, and he grabs Todoroki's cock between his fingers to get it slick. He doesn't let go, holds it firmly in his fist.] Now, you crazy bastard. Go ahead.
I better fucking hear you enjoying yourself. Actually... [He gives Todoroki's cock a squeeze, pumps it once.] Better let the whole hall know you're riding it.
[The only movement Todoroki gets is a single, sharp bump of Bakugou's thighs to urge the other boy on.]
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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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It's not at all surprising to feel Bakugou's warm hand over his colder one, and Todoroki can't help but to still the stroking to his cock, tries to shake his head but not wanting to break the kiss. 'No' is on his lips, but only a breathless sigh of pleasure forms when he feels Bakugou's touch. It doesn't take much coercing from there to give control to the blond, his drunk mind a haze of pleasure now, despite his earlier nervousness.
It doesn't stop the way his free hand now comes to dig his fingernails into Bakugou's arm though, his own way to anchor himself from the arousing pleasurable sensation coursing through his body.
As a way to distract himself, Todoroki tries to focus further on his other grip, on Bakugou's cock still in hand. His fingers stroke faster, thumb rubbing the underside with the tip of his fingernail. He's careful though, mindful that he doesn't place any harmful pressure, or allow his quirk to lose control, at least at that part of his body. He no longer cares that frost tinges where he's scratching Bakugou's arm.
What was once 'no' being mouth between their lips is a silent plea of 'more' and Bakugou's name, Todoroki finally leaving everything in the blond's capable hands. His drunk mind was lost in the pleasure, and he had all the intentions to ride it out. ]
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Good? I told ya.
[The dampness has an edge of danger, sure, but it foes wonders for making it easy to run his fist from the base of Todoroki’s cock to the dip. There’s no friction burn, no roughness, only a smooth back and forth. He tugs the flesh, trying to pull another one of the air moans out, and then he very gently twists his fingers around the head, ushering a thumb along the sensitive skin beneath, up over the wet slit.
It’s like a game; whatever Todoroki gives him, he returns double. There has been any sparking, not even a pop of nitroglycerin.] Don’t fuckin’ clam up on me now after talking all that shit. [His mouth is as close to Todoroki’s as it can be without smashing them together; voice tight and hot and wanting.]
Tell me what you want.
[But for a moment, he kisses Todoroki again, hungry. His hand pumps Todoroki’s cock once, twice, tip to base, squeezing softly. When he’s satiated, he turns his head and drops it across to the burning skin on Todoroki’s hot side. Still spicy and elegant; he runs his tongue across the collar bone like he can taste it.]
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[ Todoroki stutters a response, doesn't want to admit that giving Bakugou control was doing all sorts of pleasurable things to him. He chews on his bottom lip then, to keep his noises at bay, while he rocks his hips into each little touch the blond gives him. It's more than pleasant, a building pressure that leaves Todoroki feeling more ache and steamy than anything. The insecurity stemming from Bakugou's quirk doesn't help. It's almost too exhilarating, flirting with danger like that.
He bites harder to his bottom lip, keeps the whines and moans at bay for now while his eyes close tightly.
Todoroki is aware of Bakugou speaking again, but he's more focused on closing the distance of their lips once more, in order to keep himself quiet. ]
I...I already..told you what I want.
[ Came his hurried and hushed response, between their lips, before he's returning the kiss just as hungrily. With his lips preoccupied against Bakugou's, there's no stopping the breathless moans and mewls that's escaping beyond his control, with each touch he feels from the other's hands on his aching erection. He's a little upset when their kiss is broken, yet Todoroki welcomes the feel of warm lips familiarizing themselves along his skin, especially his collarbone. ]
Do..as...you will.
[ Todoroki manages to get out, no longer fights against Bakugou. Although, his hand that strokes the blond has slowed down considerably, grips only at the base, as he focuses more on feeling rather than returning. It's not his fault. Bakugou was drugging his mind with pleasurable touches and warm licks to his collar.
At the very least, he won't give in so easily to verbally tell Bakugou what he wants again. ]
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He relishes the cool of the frost on his arms when it soothes the pleasant bite of Todoroki's nails. The other boy has forgotten, mostly, his cock, but that's okay. He pushes it back and forth periodically in Todoroki's hand.
Again, he brings his head back up, kissing long and slow this time. Thirsting like before, but trying to be steady, savoring it. He lets his forehead rest against Todoroki's own, his red eyes cast down between them.
His hand turns, and instead of pulling underhanded, he's pumping downward, speed increasingly.] You're pretty hard, Half. [He keeps his voice whispery between them. Surprisingly, he doesn't have to yell, and he sounds so much better for it.] You close? Or... are you fuckin' holding out on me...?
S'this really all you want? To fucking kiss me, for me to jerk you? Don't want my mouth or my fucking cock?
[With a loose fist, he twists his hand back and forth over the head, teasing. He doesn't push back down. A wolfish grin curves his lips; he taunts Todoroki by playing only with the tip and first quarter.]
Say my name, and I'll give you some more.
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The other is saying words that send shivers down his spine and leaves his face tinted red. He wants to deny it, that he's not as hard as Bakugou is claiming he is, but he knows better. His body aches for attention, and it's driving him senseless in pleasure.
He doesn't want to give in, to voice the building desire that screams at him for attention. But, at the same time, he's not sure how much more of this he can take. It feels as if this is more than enough, but not, at the same time. Was the alcohol to blame? The gross liquor had certainly drove him out of his comfort zone, was the start of this arousing feeling, with Bakugou taking over from there.
Sharply, Todoroki drags his icy fingers away, slapping his hand over his mouth as he can no longer still the whines that form. He has to force his eyes back open, bliss and a glint of challenge in them. He swallows down a pleasurable sigh, finds the words he wants to say. ]
Your cock...I want your cock.
[ While accustomed to Bakugou's hand, he's still nervous about that mouth. He wants it, yes, but he wants that cock more. Todoroki even drags his grip from the blond's dick away, clawing at Bakugou's other arm, his temperature heating up slightly.
He has to swallow the building tension down, licks his lips from behind his hand, before he lowers his arm down, bracing his hand to the wall behind him. ]
Please...Katsuki.
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Very gently, he leans in and kisses Todoroki with a hot, aching gentleness. Once. A tease.
And then he draws back slowly, letting Todoroki's cock slip from his hand so he can reach up and take Todoroki by the wrist instead.] Come on then.
[He leads Todoroki back from the wall and over instead to the bed, dodging the mess on the floor sloppily. When their legs bump the edge, he reaches up to grab Todoroki by the face and again attack the boy's mouth, more fiercely this time, wild and wanting. He practically tackles them onto it, careful of his knees and legs, but not caring about adding the weight of his chest and hips.
Still kissing, he lowers his hands and scoops the back of Todoroki's thighs up, sliding Todoroki further back, but he doesn't follow. He drops off the edge of the bed, wobbles, lands on one knee and curses. One of the drawers below gets yanked open, then shut again. The next one down is yanked open, and he scrapes through the clothes in it with his hands until he can find what he's looking for.
A bottle of lube lands up beside Todoroki on the sheets and, after a moment, the sound of perforated tearing, Bakugou stands up again and kneels on the edge of the bed with a single knee. He holds up a square, foiled wrapper.]
Want this?
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Too bad it's only a tease.
His licks his tongue, as if he could savor the gentle feeling, while the blond has him leading to the bed. There's a small buildup of worry in his drunk mind, despite that he fully knew what he was asking for. Thankfully, the apprehension immediately leaves him as soon as he feels Bakugou's lips back over his. A moan forms, and Todoroki places both hands at the blond's shoulders, returning the kiss with just as much passion.
He accepts the body on top of him, moving his fingertips past the shoulders to dig his nails into Bakugou's back. Not that he can hold on for long, much to his misfortune.
Two-toned eyes watch the way Bakugou moves about, hears when each drawer is opened. He has a good idea what the other is up to, and confirms his suspicion when the lube is dropped beside him, and the tear of the wrapper follows.
To the question Bakugou gives him, Todoroki nods eagerly. ]
I want it, Bakugou.
[ Truthfully, he's only done this twice, and still finds himself new to what he should do from here, if he should assist in any way. Todoroki leans up slightly, and motions with his hand for Bakugou to return back to him. ]
Kiss me.
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But Todoroki beckons him back, that's good, and like a thrall, he goes. It's a goal; getting the other boy to call out to him that way again.
As he settles gently over Todoroki's legs, he rips the condom open with his teeth, careful. Takes it out and throws the foil over his shoulder. But he doesn't put it on yet; instead, bends down over Todoroki and hungrily kisses again, mouth flushed and numb. His attempt to put the condom on himself while also continuing to kiss is half successful on the first try. There's some breathless, airy cursing on Todoroki's lips, one pause, a lot of drunkenness, but he manages to get it when all is said and done.
Pulling away, he shifts, moves up and puts his back to the wall while his hand reaches out to try to scoop Todoroki up, both guiding him to try to get the boy to straddle his lap. He thinks maybe it'll make Todoroki relax, having most of the control.
It's no good unless Todoroki is enjoying it.]
Now fucking kiss me, dipshit. [His fingers loop around Todoroki's arms, and he tries to pull Todoroki back down to his mouth. His face softens just slightly like before, his lips parted. There's a pause, and almost like a correction:]
Shouto.
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Todoroki watches the shift in position, goes along with the pull of his body. He doesn't mind straddling Bakugou, finds it easier to work with, at his own pace, with most of the control.
The demand earns a roll of eyes though, but Todoroki leans in, lips seeking Bakugou's once again. He's ready to lose himself into the feeling of Bakugou's kiss when he catches his name on the blond's tongue. A small smile forms, and he returns the sentiment: ]
Katsuki.
[ Reaching below them, Todoroki wraps his fingers around Bakugou's need, and leads it to his body. The pressure of the blunt head pressing inside of him gives a light burn of pain, one that Todoroki ignores, and forces his body to accept all of what Bakugou has to offer. Breath trembling, he doesn't stop, not until his body finally gives in, and he can feel half of Bakugou's cock inside of him.
It's not enough.
Impatiently, Todoroki sinks all the way down sharply, crying out from the intensity, before he snaps his teeth into Bakugou's shoulder. While a burning sting, the alcohol and his own heated quirk was definitely helping to relieve the ache he brought on upon himself. Todoroki wraps his hands below Bakugou's arms, digging his fingernails down the blond's back as he gives himself a few moments to adjust. ]
Your cock is huge, Katsuki. [ He mumbles from around Bakugou's shoulder. Experimentally, he rocks his hips, sighing as both discomfort and pleasure is there, and so he does it again. The pain is ebbing away, so Todoroki can lift himself up and back down, the pace slow and almost unbearable. ]
Say my name again.
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Fuck! [His head thumps the wall gently when he rolls it back, a hard hiss leaving his lips. It doesn't hurt him nearly as much as Todoroki--no, it feels so good that he has to dig his hands around the tops of the other boy's thighs. But he's actually worried.
It's not fucking good if Todoroki isn't loving it. If Todoroki is in actual pain.] Shouto! Ah--
Are you... fuckin' insane? What the... hell! You forgot the goddamn lube, you idiot! You can't just... sit on my dick dry! Ah--!
[The rough housing is his drug. He throbs inside of Todoroki, digs his heels into the bed. The bite, the nails--drives him absolutely crazy, and he lets out the loudest, most genuine moan he has so far.] Shit... [The cool right side of Todoroki's neck only offers a little reprieve when Bakugou rests his face there.
He digs along the bed for the bottle, but uncapping it around Todoroki's lower back and getting anything on himself, on both of them, is just a mess he isn't concerned with. He just squeezes without much aim except down, letting it drizzle wherever it can, enough of a handful to at least get something when he drops it and reaches around to feel, over Todoroki, over himself. It'll do.
Plus, when he brings his hand back, it's now watery and slicker than before, and he grabs Todoroki's cock between his fingers to get it slick. He doesn't let go, holds it firmly in his fist.] Now, you crazy bastard. Go ahead.
I better fucking hear you enjoying yourself. Actually... [He gives Todoroki's cock a squeeze, pumps it once.] Better let the whole hall know you're riding it.
[The only movement Todoroki gets is a single, sharp bump of Bakugou's thighs to urge the other boy on.]
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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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