[If they hear, Bakugou will get a thousand curious, confused questions from Kirishima. But he’ll deal with that later when he isn’t drunk or in the throes of ecstasy.]
I’m giving it to you. [It’s offered like a reassurance. His fingers twist back and forth around the head of Todoroki’s cock.] Just keep fucking me. Look at you—damn. You’re loving it.
[Now that everything is settled, Bakugou can actually take the time to look at the other boy. It’s amazing, tantalizing to see the typically calm and collected Todoroki so unraveled. He eats it up. His free hand starts from the hip, slides slowly up the flat plane of Todoroki’s stomach and ribs and chest, dragging a little nail, admiring. It’s cool on his damp palm, and he curls his fingers over the edge, using his thumb to firmly rub one of Todoroki’s nipples.
One knee rises up a bit more, the other follows. He uses his heels again to rock his hips each time Todoroki sits back in his lap. The hand smooths down, fingers digging gently into the peak of Todoroki’s hips, guiding, steadying. A warm, dark pool rises low in his stomach, making him hot. He’s so use to sweating it’s hard not to now of all times. It’s terribly hard to keep the spark out of his hands, but he manages.] Shit, Shouto...
I’m gonna fuckin’ end up coming again.
[His shoulders arch off the wall so his head can stay rolled back, but his red eyes remain locked on the boy hovering above him. Hungry, licking his lips. Each time he slides inside, his fist pumps briskly downward against the hard, slick cock in his hand.]
[ The fingers that tease his cock have Todoroki biting sharply on his bottom lip, to keep the moans at bay, if for a little while. A part of him wants to verbally deny the accusations, but Bakugou is right. He is loving it. From the attention Bakugou's touch gives him, to the cock that he sinks deeply on, it's all driving him senseless.
He can't keep his own sounds quiet for too long, not when he feels the way the blond explores the expanse of his body. Silent gasps and breathless moans form, finding each touch to be intoxicating and drug-inducing. It's a conundrum, as Todoroki wants to lean into Bakugou's hands, but he doesn't want to stop the rocks and grinds of his hips that thrust up and down on Bakugou's cock.
Todoroki settles for touching Bakugou in return. He scratches his way from shoulder to chest, and down to Bakugou's abs and finally his hipbones. Frost and heat are there again, before Todoroki drags his hands away, bracing them over Bakugou's grip at his own hips in order to steady himself.
The same warm pool of heat makes itself noticeable to Todoroki. He works to chase the feeling, snapping his hips down faster and harder in the process. Bakugou is pressing in all the right places, and it feels exhilarating to say the least. ]
M-Me too--!
[ With how nice those calloused hands feel around his length, he can't help but rock forward with each rise of his hips, almost pulling himself off Bakugou each time. Still, Todoroki does his best not to let that happen, despite how he's chasing for his release now. ]
I-I'm...I'm-! [ Todoroki is stuttering, words lost in the haze of sex and intoxication. Lust-filled eyes land on Bakugou's face, a whine on his lips. He urgently leans forward, his lips hovering over the blond's own. ]
[The heat and chill and nails biting into his skin drive him insane, and he moans quietly but heavily. He nearly loses it.
When Todoroki leans over, he has to curl his fingers around the base of Todoroki’s cock and squeeze, hold, denying for a moment. His hips stop rocking, stop driving, and he tips his chin up to peer hungrily at the boy above him, feeling Todoroki’s breath. The barest hints of a smirk curve his lips.] Goddamn...
Cum then. Give it to me.
[His free hand slides up to tangle in the hair at the back of Todoroki’s head and he grips it, firmly but not roughly, shoving their mouths together. He kisses hard and wanting, suddenly starting everything back up again: hips driving and other hand working the hot, slippery length of Todoroki’s cock, wrist twisting near the tip before pressing back down. Long and quick, head to base.
Against Todoroki’s lips, he mutters the boy’s name, demands for Todoroki to finish, to hand the release over.]
sorry for the wait dkfksd i'm trying to get over a cold
[ A sharp gasp escapes from the squeeze at his cock. It's almost cruel, but in a pleasurable kind of way that sends a shiver of ecstasy down his spine. It only starts to feel worst with Bakugou no longer moves either, and Todoroki is left to participate by himself.
His nails bite into Bakugou's arms in frustration, eyebrows furrow. This was definitely a cruel punishment.
He parts his lips to complain and whine for attention, "Kat-" managing to form before he gets that mouth back over his own. Todoroki immediately returns the passion, hungrily kissing back. And then everything aching starts to feel incredible again, the teasing Bakugou gives him no longer there, just intensity and intoxication. Todoroki moves with the other, toes curling as he's fighting two pleasurable sensations.
The twinge of release sits at the pit of his stomach as Todoroki tries his best to chase it, urgently snapping his hips down on Bakugou's cock and thrusting into the welcoming hand. There's no way he can decide which is better, feels unbelievable and drowns him.
Bakugou's demand along with his name between their lips is enough for Todoroki to give a final rough slam of his hips down as he cums, teeth snapping shut over Bakugou's bottom lip. Over Bakugou's hand and between their bodies, he coats them with warm seed. Todoroki drags his nails down sharply, fights to control the temperature of his quirk as he feels himself start to lose control. ]
[Even as Todoroki begins and finishes, Bakugou doesn't stop pumping his hips. His fingers squeeze what he can get, squeezes more when Todoroki bites him. Every blond hair along his arms stand on end.]
Better not turn into a fucking candle while you're sitting on me.
[But the idea that Todoroki could lose it that much, like he had, that Todoroki could start igniting--it's a bit of a delicious thrill. Almost as good as the red whelps rising on the skin of his shoulders and chest.
Both hands move to each of Todoroki's hips, clamp down. He pushes the other boy down on his cock after he draws his hips away, a silent demand, a show for Todoroki to continue it, to sit on his lap over and over. He moans low, a curse, unsteady. Again. Again. His pace increases, less deep and more simply fast.]
F, fffuck.
[There's intent when his eyes snap open. His arms shoot up, hooking his hands under Todoroki's arms at the shoulders, hefting the other boy off him suddenly with a surprisingly amount of power. Tossing Todoroki over on the bed.
He clambers up, fast but drunk, loops his fingers around the bottom of his cock and shoves the condom up and off and away. He almost falls, tangled in Todoroki's legs, trying to get up over Todoroki's chest, and he sits on both of Todoroki's biceps with his legs when he gets to Todoroki's face.] Open your damn mouth--you can have this one. [It only takes a handful of pumping with his fist.
He presses his other hand down into the bed by Todoroki's head and presses his cock down over Todoroki's mouth. A stuttering, ragged moan escapes him as he cums again. It isn't as much as the first, a bubble up of warm, creamy liquid that spills over the head. It's fine; what matters to him is the electrifying reverberation through him, the one that swells and ends in seconds, then lingers like a sore muscle.]
[ The rush of pleasure following his release makes Todoroki warmer, and he has to do his best not to overheat Bakugou. He doesn't want to freeze him either. In his drunk, over-stimulated mind, it's an incredibly hard feat, but Todoroki keeps his temperature relatively the same, yet the intensity to let it rampage is there. With the added stimulation of reaching his orgasm, Todoroki wanted nothing more than to relax his quirk. ]
H-Hurry, Katsuki! I can't-...
[ Todoroki sharply gasps, his eyes tightly closing as he listens to the silent order, and continues to move his body for Bakugou's pleasure. It's fast, intense again, but Todoroki is doing his best to keep up with the pace Bakugou sets.
He's a little surprised when he feels Bakugou's arm lifting him so suddenly. He doesn't fight it, let's the blond do as he wishes. Of course, the slam to the bed makes him grunt, and he's about to lift himself up, and ask what his classmate was doing, especially when he watches the way the condom is quickly removed.
With Bakugou climbing over him, cock near his mouth, Todoroki relaxes, silently knows what the other is requesting of him. He doesn't hesitate, and parts his lips, mouth open wide and accepting of what Bakugou was ready to give him.
As soon as he feels the cock at his lips, Todoroki drags his tongue over the tip, the only fleeing touch he gives before he both feels and tastes Bakugou's sudden release. Todoroki lifts his head up, mouth taking the head in, to catch all the white burning seed, hopefully none on his face again. Greedily, Todoroki swallows down all of Bakugou's cum, the taste still as salty and spicy as he remembered. His tongue laps over the tip, cleaning off Bakugou's cock before Todoroki removes his mouth, and falls back onto the bed.
The satisfying remnants of their pleasure remains a high for Todoroki. He's still struggling to hold back his quirk too. ]
Katsuki, I have...need to let go. [ He's doing his best to warn the blond, struggles to find the right words to say. ] I can't hold it back.
[It takes a bit for Bakugou to steady his breathing, to finally lift his head. He rubs one hand over his extremely flushed face, peers down at the pleading other boy.
He's wobbly when he shifts off Todoroki, off the bed and onto his feet, but he manages, takes Todoroki by the left write and drags Todoroki up, too.] Come on. [His voice is hoarse, and he swallows to clear it. The trip to the veranda sliding door is chaotic at best, but they get there, and he draws Todoroki's arm forward and sends the boy out of the door onto the veranda itself as he follows.
The cool air slaps them like a towel, sudden and chilly, even if it gives so much relief. His skin prickles with goosebumps, but he relishes it. Going straight out when they're sweating isn't incredibly smart; he knows it's easy for them to go back in.]
Have at it, fucking matchstick.
[Though not scared, Bakugou stands at the other end of the veranda in case Todoroki expands in a bigger radius. Both forearms fold down on the top of the balcony's high edge so he can take a moment to rest and feel the not-stifling air. Minus any heat Todoroki may bust out for a moment or two.]
[ Silently, Todoroki is thankful for Bakugou's help as the other lifts him off the bed. He almost stumbles, from the stain of his body to the overwhelming sensation of his out of control quirk.
The moment he feels the bitter air, Todoroki reaches for the rails on the veranda, slumping over.
Immediately, fire erupts, the heat dancing against his skin, rising high to the air, wild, almost appears out of control. It burns the alcohol out of his body, as if the liquor had been poison. Todoroki is thankful for it, however, as the pounding heat brought on by the alcohol had been something of a weakness.
A rush of calmness hits Todoroki suddenly, and he quickly extinguishes the fire abruptly.
Todoroki sighs and relaxes, turning his head to finally look back at Bakugou. ]
[He's not looking at Todoroki, almost like he won't. The edges of his face are as angular as ever, but still surprisingly softer than normal. Even out here in the cold air, he glistens over the goosebumps as he sweats profusely because he conditioned his body to do it.
He at least won't be quite as drunk later despite just as hungover in the morning.] If you want pillow talk, you'll have to fuck the nerd instead. [It sounds... like a tease, spoken too gently. The corner of his mouth has pulled back and up.
But when he finally turns to face Todoroki, the only remnants of it are in the red eyes that cut up to the other boy's face.] You can leave. [It actually seems less like a demand and more like an offer, an opening if Todoroki wanted it.]
[ Todoroki chuckles softly, picking up on the teasing. It wasn't like he was that fond of pillow talk himself, nor could he imagine their arms and legs tangled in bed, whispering sweet little nothings. ]
Don't know. Seems like he'll be a little too gentle.
[ Not a particularly bad thing, but Todoroki felt more inclined towards passion and intensity. He also didn't want to step out of boundaries with his friendship towards the other student.
Raising an eyebrow, Todoroki considers the offer from Bakugou. It doesn't take long for him to ponder over it, and instead of answering truthfully, he reciprocates with a question: ]
[The question catches him off guard and it shows for a moment. He's a down-right asswipe ninety percent of the time, but saying yes feels dirty and saying no feels uncomfortably intimate. As if they didn't just get finished having sex.
So naturally, he's got to find a Feelings backdoor to take.] You're not Daddy's perfect little breadwinner anymore. [He levels Todoroki with an unwavering, somewhat hard stare. One that isn't going to back away, one that won't be unnecessarily kind.] It's your fucking life; make your own damn choices.
If you want to stay, then stay. If you want to go, then go.
What the old man doesn't know won't hurt him. [ Not that Todoroki particularly cared if his own father knew what he was doing on U.A. property. ] He still believes Natsuo is the one taking his alcohol.
[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
I like to think I deserve it for all the hard work I did.
[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
[ Out of modesty, Todoroki steps back into his boxers, pulling them up until they rest at his hips. He tries his best not to stare over at Bakugou though, despite how rather intimately comfortable he had become with Bakugou's nude body.
Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
[Finally, Bakugou gets to his own clothes. The uniform isn't something he wants to put back on, so all that slides up his thighs and hips are the underwear. Everything is sadly underwraps again, but the silhouette is still nice.
For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
[ It is a little disappointing to have Bakugou fully dressed, but it was probably for the best. Todoroki couldn't blame intoxication on wondering eyes, after all.
He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
[The onigiri pauses in front of Bakugou's mouth before he can even take a bite. There seems to be some kind of small thrill there in his red eyes--a surprise, but a delight, too.
And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
[Really, Todoroki shouldn’t stroke his ego like this, unintentional or not. While he doesn’t necessarily peacock, the idea Todoroki is selective feels secure for some reason. It’s not that he’d give much of a damn otherwise, but... like, nice.
With careful ease, he moves closer to Todoroki so they are barely brushing. A tease though not with his words this time. His voice is still husky, but it’s lower, a whisper, like a secret.]
[ Bakugou stepping closer sends a thrill down Todoroki's spine, and he instinctively reaches out to rest his hands against the other's arms. The low, warm voice was so captivating, it's almost hard to believe that Bakugou could become this tempting. ]
Is it really that hard for me to find you attractive?
[ He tries his best to match the suggestive tone, tilting his head in order to whisper them close to Bakugou's ear. ]
Don't let it go to your head, but with you, it doesn't compare to my other partners.
[Too late. His ego rolls and boils with validation, and goosebumps prickle his arms from the sensation of Todoroki's words by his ear. He hates it, how easy it is to make him just slightly hard by saying something that seems so simple.
It's nothing to act on, he's too tired, and drunk, and raw, but it's there in a way to show a kind of appreciation. Moldability. He throws his weight around all the time, yet it's easy to bend him when Todoroki knows what to say or do.]
Sounds like you need to find better fuckbuddies.
[He should really leave it at that. But he's too prideful. He wants to know how low or high the bar is in comparison. Being the best is great; however, that all depends on the line-up he's standing in front of, of course.]
[ Todoroki doesn't pull away, notices Bakugou doesn't either. He really shouldn't stroke the blond's pride too much, he knows this fairly well, yet the words are rolling off his tongue as Todoroki speaks honestly. ]
It's a lengthy progress. I do more than just drink and fuck in the same night. [ Bakugou was a special case, of course.
Honestly, he feels both surprised and intrigued that the blond was interested in his previous partners. Todoroki considers teasing or taunting Bakugou over the matter, but he takes pity on his classmate, and really, Todoroki didn't mind revealing the details. ]
[An exasperated, mildly amused, airy breath of a laugh huffs out of him suddenly. The grin returns; he's smug.] Tapearms and Pikachu. Man. [There's a hint of a teasing glint in his eye when he pulls back just enough to look Todoroki in the face.]
Yeah, you're gonna have to find better fuckbuddies.
[The edges of his lips stay curled.] What does that fucking say about you? You're into what--bondage and electrocution? That's some pretty fucked up shit, Todoroki. Now me, the best: someone who could blow your head off in an instant?
You've been holding back on everyone this whole time. You're a freak.
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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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[ He does feel guilty that Natsuo is blamed for his trouble-making schemes, but Todoroki really couldn't resist stealing the prized alcohol his father keeps on the top shelf. He's positive Natsuo and Fuyumi are aware of what he's getting into, and just deal with their father's wrath. ]
So if I want to stay, what does that all entail? You said no pillow talk, but I might want another kiss, maybe that bottle water and onigiri too.
[ It's more of a playful remark as Todoroki continues to honestly consider to stay or leave. He honestly should help to clear out the air in the room, at the very least. ]
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[The troublemaking actually gets a bit of a small grin out of Bakugou. Maybe he had Todoroki pegged a little wrong. There's an exciting streak of rebellion in there somewhere, one he can appreciate, and some sass.]
Greedy bastard. [It doesn't sound as if he minds all that much.] The spicy tuna onigiri are mine. The other two are salmon. [So if Todoroki doesn't care for salmon, tough.]
We'll see about the fucking kisses or whatever.
[It sounds stupid, so he doesn't want to look at Todoroki when he says this!! Instead, he opts to turn and try to weasel back in the veranda door to the room. Which is... a disaster.]
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[ But, the fact that Bakugou isn't kicking him out makes him hide a smile. He does consider teasing the blond that he would eat whichever onigiri he grabs first, but he'll take some amount of pity over his classmate, and leave the spicy tuna alone. Salmon would be fine. ]
You had no problem kissing me earlier, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki follows the other inside, holding open the door further in an effort to keep airing the bedroom. His clothes are his next priority, rather, the boxers. It was a little embarrassing now, despite what they've done tonight.
The room really was a disaster though. The table on the far side of the room, the cups on the floor, bed sheets crumbled up. ]
I'll help you clean this up.
[ He had been an active participant in destroying this room, so it was only fair he assist. ]
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[On the other hand, Bakugou's priorities have nothing to do with modesty. He goes straight for the second bag to get one of the water bottles for chugging. Lucky shithead. He wishes he could just burn away the alcohol all in one go. The hangover is going to be real.]
Forget it. Just eat the fucking onigiri, Halfy.
[He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, puts the bottle down on the desk. Still nude, he starts from where he is with organizing, circling around the room. The table is put back in the center for Todoroki, and he rubs at the black scuff marks on the floor from the legs of it--they all couldn't be perfect and install fucking tatami--and he runs his fingers along the scorched slivers on the table's edge.
The glasses were stolen, but none of them seem broken. He stacks them together at the corner out of the way; he'll take them back to the commons kitchenette later. The crystal skull he puts on the desk out of the way, feeling ill just touching it, thinking about it.
The condom...
It gets dropped in the small trash can by the desk and out of sight as best as possible.]
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Digging through the bag, Todoroki grabs for the salmon onigiri, unwrapping the snack and taking a generous bite. His stomach is definitely thankful for the meal, as small as it was, after dealing with the poisoning liquor in the last couple of hours. As he eats, Todoroki quietly uses a brush of his icy quirk, to soothe out the temperature of the room.
Curious eyes do slowly return back to the blond, this time to watch him move about in the room, cleaning up their mess. He probably lingers too long though, just as Bakugou tosses away the condom. ]
You know, if you ever want to do it again, all you have to do is ask.
[ The words are probably said a little too casually, however, Todoroki wanted to be honest with Bakugou. Despite the intoxication enabling them into pushing past boundaries they've never done before, Todoroki hadn't minded it, now that his head was fully clear. In fact, he was still savoring the intensity. Although, he'd prefer to not to do it with that same alcohol next time. ]
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For a moment, he cuts a glance over a shoulder at Todoroki, but his look is somewhat unreadable. Maybe considering.
But then he returns to straightening the last bits of the room up, the sheets on the bed, the pillows for the table, the coin, the ball--which he flips underhanded behind his back and lands miraculously into one of the glasses from the kitchenette. It probably makes him more smug as he saunters to the desk with Todoroki for the spicy onigiri.
He actually smirks, but it seems placidly drunk in a way.] Oh yeah?
What happens if I don't ask? Are you going to come lookin' for more of what I've got?
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He continues to eat up the onigiri, taking smaller bites the more he watches Bakugou clean. It's starting to become a lot cleaner, and not the mess it was minutes before. It's also a little surprising as the ball lands too perfectly in one of the glasses. Todoroki bites back a grin. Show off. He finishes off the last of his onigiri just as Bakugou strolls on over towards the table.
Of course, the response coming from the blond earns a roll of eyes from Todoroki, but a hint of a smile is at his lips. ]
Don't get too cocky. [ Even if Bakugou's confidence was quite appealing. ] But if you ask nice enough, I might suck your cock in the janitor's closet in between classes.
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And then he looks somewhat mischievous, faint grin and all.] Don't make promises you can't keep. [It sounds like a tease.]
I don't gotta ask. All I gotta fucking do is say a little something in your ear, and you'll be in there begging. [And maybe that's another tease. It looks like he's finding it easier to relax, to even smirk. It could be losing inhibitions from the alcohol.]
What a surprise. Naughty fucking Todoroki is thirsty for trouble. Who knew.
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I don't know, Bakugou. I don't just beg for anyone. [ Never mind how much of that he did earlier.
Noticing the blond relax, helps Todoroki to do the same. While he wasn't all that tense, he still had felt a little cautious. ]
Don't go exploiting my bad reputation. The offer is only for you.
[ Todoroki remarks teasingly, yet completely honest. He hadn't made the same deal with his previous partners. ]
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With careful ease, he moves closer to Todoroki so they are barely brushing. A tease though not with his words this time. His voice is still husky, but it’s lower, a whisper, like a secret.]
Why am I such a special fucking case?
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Is it really that hard for me to find you attractive?
[ He tries his best to match the suggestive tone, tilting his head in order to whisper them close to Bakugou's ear. ]
Don't let it go to your head, but with you, it doesn't compare to my other partners.
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It's nothing to act on, he's too tired, and drunk, and raw, but it's there in a way to show a kind of appreciation. Moldability. He throws his weight around all the time, yet it's easy to bend him when Todoroki knows what to say or do.]
Sounds like you need to find better fuckbuddies.
[He should really leave it at that. But he's too prideful. He wants to know how low or high the bar is in comparison. Being the best is great; however, that all depends on the line-up he's standing in front of, of course.]
Who's the other people?
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It's a lengthy progress. I do more than just drink and fuck in the same night. [ Bakugou was a special case, of course.
Honestly, he feels both surprised and intrigued that the blond was interested in his previous partners. Todoroki considers teasing or taunting Bakugou over the matter, but he takes pity on his classmate, and really, Todoroki didn't mind revealing the details. ]
Sero and Kaminari.
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Yeah, you're gonna have to find better fuckbuddies.
[The edges of his lips stay curled.] What does that fucking say about you? You're into what--bondage and electrocution? That's some pretty fucked up shit, Todoroki. Now me, the best: someone who could blow your head off in an instant?
You've been holding back on everyone this whole time. You're a freak.
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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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