[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.]
[ So eager for Bakugou, mind intoxicated in pleasure and alcohol, the lube had been the farthest thing from his thought. That definitely explains why this hurt more than before. Still, the biting pain feels a little dangerously exciting, one he doesn't voice out loud. ]
I didn't...want to wait.
[ He admits out loud with a moan, nails biting harder to Bakugou's skin from the way the blond moves. He's half aware that Bakugou is doing something, not realizing that he's reaching for the lube, not until he hears it uncap. Todoroki sighs, relaxes his body, and allows the other to move about.
The slickness of the lube is welcoming, even if it's creating a mess on them. He doesn't like waiting though, even if it was for the best. Nonetheless, Todoroki keeps still, let's Bakugou do what he needs to do, until he feels the other wrap his hand around his cock.
Todoroki takes that at his cue, and returns to lifting his hips up, rocking down, slowly, so that he could spread the lube. ]
N-..No...No, if they hear-! [ The sharp bump has him gasping. His words are gibberish, hard to focus all together in his mind when Bakugou's cock was pressing in all the right spots. ] Y-You're not fair, Katsuki!
[ There's a noticeable rise in his voice, one that Todoroki wishes he could cover, but his focus is all between building a rhythm, and finding words to respond with. His mind is a haze, and all Todoroki wants to do is enjoy the feel of Bakugou's cock sliding in and out of his body. He has to drag his nails out, only for them to find purchase on those broad shoulders, better assisting in the way Todoroki can pick up the pace. ]
K-Katsuki...more-! I want more...from Katsuki.
[ Todoroki isn't even sure what he's asking for, the words are fumbling out without filter. ]
[If they hear, Bakugou will get a thousand curious, confused questions from Kirishima. But he’ll deal with that later when he isn’t drunk or in the throes of ecstasy.]
I’m giving it to you. [It’s offered like a reassurance. His fingers twist back and forth around the head of Todoroki’s cock.] Just keep fucking me. Look at you—damn. You’re loving it.
[Now that everything is settled, Bakugou can actually take the time to look at the other boy. It’s amazing, tantalizing to see the typically calm and collected Todoroki so unraveled. He eats it up. His free hand starts from the hip, slides slowly up the flat plane of Todoroki’s stomach and ribs and chest, dragging a little nail, admiring. It’s cool on his damp palm, and he curls his fingers over the edge, using his thumb to firmly rub one of Todoroki’s nipples.
One knee rises up a bit more, the other follows. He uses his heels again to rock his hips each time Todoroki sits back in his lap. The hand smooths down, fingers digging gently into the peak of Todoroki’s hips, guiding, steadying. A warm, dark pool rises low in his stomach, making him hot. He’s so use to sweating it’s hard not to now of all times. It’s terribly hard to keep the spark out of his hands, but he manages.] Shit, Shouto...
I’m gonna fuckin’ end up coming again.
[His shoulders arch off the wall so his head can stay rolled back, but his red eyes remain locked on the boy hovering above him. Hungry, licking his lips. Each time he slides inside, his fist pumps briskly downward against the hard, slick cock in his hand.]
[ The fingers that tease his cock have Todoroki biting sharply on his bottom lip, to keep the moans at bay, if for a little while. A part of him wants to verbally deny the accusations, but Bakugou is right. He is loving it. From the attention Bakugou's touch gives him, to the cock that he sinks deeply on, it's all driving him senseless.
He can't keep his own sounds quiet for too long, not when he feels the way the blond explores the expanse of his body. Silent gasps and breathless moans form, finding each touch to be intoxicating and drug-inducing. It's a conundrum, as Todoroki wants to lean into Bakugou's hands, but he doesn't want to stop the rocks and grinds of his hips that thrust up and down on Bakugou's cock.
Todoroki settles for touching Bakugou in return. He scratches his way from shoulder to chest, and down to Bakugou's abs and finally his hipbones. Frost and heat are there again, before Todoroki drags his hands away, bracing them over Bakugou's grip at his own hips in order to steady himself.
The same warm pool of heat makes itself noticeable to Todoroki. He works to chase the feeling, snapping his hips down faster and harder in the process. Bakugou is pressing in all the right places, and it feels exhilarating to say the least. ]
M-Me too--!
[ With how nice those calloused hands feel around his length, he can't help but rock forward with each rise of his hips, almost pulling himself off Bakugou each time. Still, Todoroki does his best not to let that happen, despite how he's chasing for his release now. ]
I-I'm...I'm-! [ Todoroki is stuttering, words lost in the haze of sex and intoxication. Lust-filled eyes land on Bakugou's face, a whine on his lips. He urgently leans forward, his lips hovering over the blond's own. ]
[The heat and chill and nails biting into his skin drive him insane, and he moans quietly but heavily. He nearly loses it.
When Todoroki leans over, he has to curl his fingers around the base of Todoroki’s cock and squeeze, hold, denying for a moment. His hips stop rocking, stop driving, and he tips his chin up to peer hungrily at the boy above him, feeling Todoroki’s breath. The barest hints of a smirk curve his lips.] Goddamn...
Cum then. Give it to me.
[His free hand slides up to tangle in the hair at the back of Todoroki’s head and he grips it, firmly but not roughly, shoving their mouths together. He kisses hard and wanting, suddenly starting everything back up again: hips driving and other hand working the hot, slippery length of Todoroki’s cock, wrist twisting near the tip before pressing back down. Long and quick, head to base.
Against Todoroki’s lips, he mutters the boy’s name, demands for Todoroki to finish, to hand the release over.]
sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
[ A sharp gasp escapes from the squeeze at his cock. It's almost cruel, but in a pleasurable kind of way that sends a shiver of ecstasy down his spine. It only starts to feel worst with Bakugou no longer moves either, and Todoroki is left to participate by himself.
His nails bite into Bakugou's arms in frustration, eyebrows furrow. This was definitely a cruel punishment.
He parts his lips to complain and whine for attention, "Kat-" managing to form before he gets that mouth back over his own. Todoroki immediately returns the passion, hungrily kissing back. And then everything aching starts to feel incredible again, the teasing Bakugou gives him no longer there, just intensity and intoxication. Todoroki moves with the other, toes curling as he's fighting two pleasurable sensations.
The twinge of release sits at the pit of his stomach as Todoroki tries his best to chase it, urgently snapping his hips down on Bakugou's cock and thrusting into the welcoming hand. There's no way he can decide which is better, feels unbelievable and drowns him.
Bakugou's demand along with his name between their lips is enough for Todoroki to give a final rough slam of his hips down as he cums, teeth snapping shut over Bakugou's bottom lip. Over Bakugou's hand and between their bodies, he coats them with warm seed. Todoroki drags his nails down sharply, fights to control the temperature of his quirk as he feels himself start to lose control. ]
[Even as Todoroki begins and finishes, Bakugou doesn't stop pumping his hips. His fingers squeeze what he can get, squeezes more when Todoroki bites him. Every blond hair along his arms stand on end.]
Better not turn into a fucking candle while you're sitting on me.
[But the idea that Todoroki could lose it that much, like he had, that Todoroki could start igniting--it's a bit of a delicious thrill. Almost as good as the red whelps rising on the skin of his shoulders and chest.
Both hands move to each of Todoroki's hips, clamp down. He pushes the other boy down on his cock after he draws his hips away, a silent demand, a show for Todoroki to continue it, to sit on his lap over and over. He moans low, a curse, unsteady. Again. Again. His pace increases, less deep and more simply fast.]
F, fffuck.
[There's intent when his eyes snap open. His arms shoot up, hooking his hands under Todoroki's arms at the shoulders, hefting the other boy off him suddenly with a surprisingly amount of power. Tossing Todoroki over on the bed.
He clambers up, fast but drunk, loops his fingers around the bottom of his cock and shoves the condom up and off and away. He almost falls, tangled in Todoroki's legs, trying to get up over Todoroki's chest, and he sits on both of Todoroki's biceps with his legs when he gets to Todoroki's face.] Open your damn mouth--you can have this one. [It only takes a handful of pumping with his fist.
He presses his other hand down into the bed by Todoroki's head and presses his cock down over Todoroki's mouth. A stuttering, ragged moan escapes him as he cums again. It isn't as much as the first, a bubble up of warm, creamy liquid that spills over the head. It's fine; what matters to him is the electrifying reverberation through him, the one that swells and ends in seconds, then lingers like a sore muscle.]
[ The rush of pleasure following his release makes Todoroki warmer, and he has to do his best not to overheat Bakugou. He doesn't want to freeze him either. In his drunk, over-stimulated mind, it's an incredibly hard feat, but Todoroki keeps his temperature relatively the same, yet the intensity to let it rampage is there. With the added stimulation of reaching his orgasm, Todoroki wanted nothing more than to relax his quirk. ]
H-Hurry, Katsuki! I can't-...
[ Todoroki sharply gasps, his eyes tightly closing as he listens to the silent order, and continues to move his body for Bakugou's pleasure. It's fast, intense again, but Todoroki is doing his best to keep up with the pace Bakugou sets.
He's a little surprised when he feels Bakugou's arm lifting him so suddenly. He doesn't fight it, let's the blond do as he wishes. Of course, the slam to the bed makes him grunt, and he's about to lift himself up, and ask what his classmate was doing, especially when he watches the way the condom is quickly removed.
With Bakugou climbing over him, cock near his mouth, Todoroki relaxes, silently knows what the other is requesting of him. He doesn't hesitate, and parts his lips, mouth open wide and accepting of what Bakugou was ready to give him.
As soon as he feels the cock at his lips, Todoroki drags his tongue over the tip, the only fleeing touch he gives before he both feels and tastes Bakugou's sudden release. Todoroki lifts his head up, mouth taking the head in, to catch all the white burning seed, hopefully none on his face again. Greedily, Todoroki swallows down all of Bakugou's cum, the taste still as salty and spicy as he remembered. His tongue laps over the tip, cleaning off Bakugou's cock before Todoroki removes his mouth, and falls back onto the bed.
The satisfying remnants of their pleasure remains a high for Todoroki. He's still struggling to hold back his quirk too. ]
Katsuki, I have...need to let go. [ He's doing his best to warn the blond, struggles to find the right words to say. ] I can't hold it back.
[It takes a bit for Bakugou to steady his breathing, to finally lift his head. He rubs one hand over his extremely flushed face, peers down at the pleading other boy.
He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
[ Silently, Todoroki is thankful for Bakugou's help as the other lifts him off the bed. He almost stumbles, from the stain of his body to the overwhelming sensation of his out of control quirk.
The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
[He's not looking at Todoroki, almost like he won't. The edges of his face are as angular as ever, but still surprisingly softer than normal. Even out here in the cold air, he glistens over the goosebumps as he sweats profusely because he conditioned his body to do it.
He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
[ Todoroki chuckles softly, picking up on the teasing. It wasn't like he was that fond of pillow talk himself, nor could he imagine their arms and legs tangled in bed, whispering sweet little nothings. ]
Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
[The question catches him off guard and it shows for a moment. He's a down-right asswipe ninety percent of the time, but saying yes feels dirty and saying no feels uncomfortably intimate. As if they didn't just get finished having sex.
So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
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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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I didn't...want to wait.
[ He admits out loud with a moan, nails biting harder to Bakugou's skin from the way the blond moves. He's half aware that Bakugou is doing something, not realizing that he's reaching for the lube, not until he hears it uncap. Todoroki sighs, relaxes his body, and allows the other to move about.
The slickness of the lube is welcoming, even if it's creating a mess on them. He doesn't like waiting though, even if it was for the best. Nonetheless, Todoroki keeps still, let's Bakugou do what he needs to do, until he feels the other wrap his hand around his cock.
Todoroki takes that at his cue, and returns to lifting his hips up, rocking down, slowly, so that he could spread the lube. ]
N-..No...No, if they hear-! [ The sharp bump has him gasping. His words are gibberish, hard to focus all together in his mind when Bakugou's cock was pressing in all the right spots. ] Y-You're not fair, Katsuki!
[ There's a noticeable rise in his voice, one that Todoroki wishes he could cover, but his focus is all between building a rhythm, and finding words to respond with. His mind is a haze, and all Todoroki wants to do is enjoy the feel of Bakugou's cock sliding in and out of his body. He has to drag his nails out, only for them to find purchase on those broad shoulders, better assisting in the way Todoroki can pick up the pace. ]
K-Katsuki...more-! I want more...from Katsuki.
[ Todoroki isn't even sure what he's asking for, the words are fumbling out without filter. ]
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I’m giving it to you. [It’s offered like a reassurance. His fingers twist back and forth around the head of Todoroki’s cock.] Just keep fucking me. Look at you—damn. You’re loving it.
[Now that everything is settled, Bakugou can actually take the time to look at the other boy. It’s amazing, tantalizing to see the typically calm and collected Todoroki so unraveled. He eats it up. His free hand starts from the hip, slides slowly up the flat plane of Todoroki’s stomach and ribs and chest, dragging a little nail, admiring. It’s cool on his damp palm, and he curls his fingers over the edge, using his thumb to firmly rub one of Todoroki’s nipples.
One knee rises up a bit more, the other follows. He uses his heels again to rock his hips each time Todoroki sits back in his lap. The hand smooths down, fingers digging gently into the peak of Todoroki’s hips, guiding, steadying. A warm, dark pool rises low in his stomach, making him hot. He’s so use to sweating it’s hard not to now of all times. It’s terribly hard to keep the spark out of his hands, but he manages.] Shit, Shouto...
I’m gonna fuckin’ end up coming again.
[His shoulders arch off the wall so his head can stay rolled back, but his red eyes remain locked on the boy hovering above him. Hungry, licking his lips. Each time he slides inside, his fist pumps briskly downward against the hard, slick cock in his hand.]
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He can't keep his own sounds quiet for too long, not when he feels the way the blond explores the expanse of his body. Silent gasps and breathless moans form, finding each touch to be intoxicating and drug-inducing. It's a conundrum, as Todoroki wants to lean into Bakugou's hands, but he doesn't want to stop the rocks and grinds of his hips that thrust up and down on Bakugou's cock.
Todoroki settles for touching Bakugou in return. He scratches his way from shoulder to chest, and down to Bakugou's abs and finally his hipbones. Frost and heat are there again, before Todoroki drags his hands away, bracing them over Bakugou's grip at his own hips in order to steady himself.
The same warm pool of heat makes itself noticeable to Todoroki. He works to chase the feeling, snapping his hips down faster and harder in the process. Bakugou is pressing in all the right places, and it feels exhilarating to say the least. ]
M-Me too--!
[ With how nice those calloused hands feel around his length, he can't help but rock forward with each rise of his hips, almost pulling himself off Bakugou each time. Still, Todoroki does his best not to let that happen, despite how he's chasing for his release now. ]
I-I'm...I'm-! [ Todoroki is stuttering, words lost in the haze of sex and intoxication. Lust-filled eyes land on Bakugou's face, a whine on his lips. He urgently leans forward, his lips hovering over the blond's own. ]
Katsuki, kiss me!
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When Todoroki leans over, he has to curl his fingers around the base of Todoroki’s cock and squeeze, hold, denying for a moment. His hips stop rocking, stop driving, and he tips his chin up to peer hungrily at the boy above him, feeling Todoroki’s breath. The barest hints of a smirk curve his lips.] Goddamn...
Cum then. Give it to me.
[His free hand slides up to tangle in the hair at the back of Todoroki’s head and he grips it, firmly but not roughly, shoving their mouths together. He kisses hard and wanting, suddenly starting everything back up again: hips driving and other hand working the hot, slippery length of Todoroki’s cock, wrist twisting near the tip before pressing back down. Long and quick, head to base.
Against Todoroki’s lips, he mutters the boy’s name, demands for Todoroki to finish, to hand the release over.]
sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
His nails bite into Bakugou's arms in frustration, eyebrows furrow. This was definitely a cruel punishment.
He parts his lips to complain and whine for attention, "Kat-" managing to form before he gets that mouth back over his own. Todoroki immediately returns the passion, hungrily kissing back. And then everything aching starts to feel incredible again, the teasing Bakugou gives him no longer there, just intensity and intoxication. Todoroki moves with the other, toes curling as he's fighting two pleasurable sensations.
The twinge of release sits at the pit of his stomach as Todoroki tries his best to chase it, urgently snapping his hips down on Bakugou's cock and thrusting into the welcoming hand. There's no way he can decide which is better, feels unbelievable and drowns him.
Bakugou's demand along with his name between their lips is enough for Todoroki to give a final rough slam of his hips down as he cums, teeth snapping shut over Bakugou's bottom lip. Over Bakugou's hand and between their bodies, he coats them with warm seed. Todoroki drags his nails down sharply, fights to control the temperature of his quirk as he feels himself start to lose control. ]
omg mood. feel better!! no rush on anything
Better not turn into a fucking candle while you're sitting on me.
[But the idea that Todoroki could lose it that much, like he had, that Todoroki could start igniting--it's a bit of a delicious thrill. Almost as good as the red whelps rising on the skin of his shoulders and chest.
Both hands move to each of Todoroki's hips, clamp down. He pushes the other boy down on his cock after he draws his hips away, a silent demand, a show for Todoroki to continue it, to sit on his lap over and over. He moans low, a curse, unsteady. Again. Again. His pace increases, less deep and more simply fast.]
F, fffuck.
[There's intent when his eyes snap open. His arms shoot up, hooking his hands under Todoroki's arms at the shoulders, hefting the other boy off him suddenly with a surprisingly amount of power. Tossing Todoroki over on the bed.
He clambers up, fast but drunk, loops his fingers around the bottom of his cock and shoves the condom up and off and away. He almost falls, tangled in Todoroki's legs, trying to get up over Todoroki's chest, and he sits on both of Todoroki's biceps with his legs when he gets to Todoroki's face.] Open your damn mouth--you can have this one. [It only takes a handful of pumping with his fist.
He presses his other hand down into the bed by Todoroki's head and presses his cock down over Todoroki's mouth. A stuttering, ragged moan escapes him as he cums again. It isn't as much as the first, a bubble up of warm, creamy liquid that spills over the head. It's fine; what matters to him is the electrifying reverberation through him, the one that swells and ends in seconds, then lingers like a sore muscle.]
thaanks! feeling a lot better today lmao
H-Hurry, Katsuki! I can't-...
[ Todoroki sharply gasps, his eyes tightly closing as he listens to the silent order, and continues to move his body for Bakugou's pleasure. It's fast, intense again, but Todoroki is doing his best to keep up with the pace Bakugou sets.
He's a little surprised when he feels Bakugou's arm lifting him so suddenly. He doesn't fight it, let's the blond do as he wishes. Of course, the slam to the bed makes him grunt, and he's about to lift himself up, and ask what his classmate was doing, especially when he watches the way the condom is quickly removed.
With Bakugou climbing over him, cock near his mouth, Todoroki relaxes, silently knows what the other is requesting of him. He doesn't hesitate, and parts his lips, mouth open wide and accepting of what Bakugou was ready to give him.
As soon as he feels the cock at his lips, Todoroki drags his tongue over the tip, the only fleeing touch he gives before he both feels and tastes Bakugou's sudden release. Todoroki lifts his head up, mouth taking the head in, to catch all the white burning seed, hopefully none on his face again. Greedily, Todoroki swallows down all of Bakugou's cum, the taste still as salty and spicy as he remembered. His tongue laps over the tip, cleaning off Bakugou's cock before Todoroki removes his mouth, and falls back onto the bed.
The satisfying remnants of their pleasure remains a high for Todoroki. He's still struggling to hold back his quirk too. ]
Katsuki, I have...need to let go. [ He's doing his best to warn the blond, struggles to find the right words to say. ] I can't hold it back.
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He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
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The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
Thank you, Katsuki.
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He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
I've gotta clean my fucking room.
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Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
Do you want me to leave?
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So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
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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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