[ 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.
You're getting awfully confident there, Bakugou. Didn't I tell you not to let it go to your head? [ Todoroki idly wonders if revealing the names of his partners was a bad idea. He's sure Kaminari has told another about their roll in the sheets, and Sero had been tempted to do so. They weren't exclusive, so this wasn't exactly hush-hush.
Bringing his hands up, Todoroki comes to rest his fingertips at Bakugou's jawline, just the hint of coldness to his touch. ]
They're both actually gentle lovers. But being tied down or little shocks would make for an interesting night. I do recall someone was using his explosions quite a bit, though.
[ With a hidden smile, Todoroki leans forward and nips at the opposite side of the blond's jaw. ]
I just like to have fun in the bedroom. Is that so bad?
[The cold fingers soothe his hot skin, and he tips his face into them, but it's the nip he reluctantly turns a bit away from. Not because he has a distaste for Todoroki's mouthy teasings; in fact, it makes his dick throb a bit. But there's no use in letting his body get him hard again when it won't amount to anything except a long, dull ache.]
Can it, Halfy. [Bakugou actually doesn't sound at all disappointed or turned-off.] It's even more fucked up you call ringing death's doorbell "fun."
I thought you didn't want the soft, pillow-talking lays. [His head tilts.] You not into the girls?
[ Todoroki doesn't push his luck with the teasing, taking a step back, to lean against the desk. ]
I'm not looking to be choked or electrocuted by those two, nor am I interested in you scarring my body with your quirk. [ One burning scar was enough. ] So I wouldn't call it 'ringing death's doorbell'.
[ Half turning, Todoroki digs through the bag, to grab for the other water bottle Bakugou offered earlier. ]
Even if I don't have a preference to gentle lovers, doesn't mean I can't appreciate their efforts. [ He idly thinks of their female classmates, a few coming to mind. ] Yaoyorozu and Ashido are interesting. I haven't slept with any of them, but Ashido has been adamant about it.
[For as long as Todoroki answers, Bakugou devours the spicy onigiri. He eats much like he chops vegetables or goes at other things in his life, like climaxing: full-on and rather quick. It's less he doesn't chew (sort of) and more he simply takes huge bites.
But it's finished at least and, despite having chugged so much vodka, he feels a little better for it.] None of your "preferences" clear your name from being a freak, you know.
Acid and a chick that can fucking make a strap on to ride your ass with? [Bakugou's headshake comes with the hint of a smirk.] Doesn't fucking surprise me. All the girls think you're hot shit.
[There's some time where he lets Todoroki drink from the water bottle if the boy is gonna, but then he reaches out to pluck it right out of Todoroki's hand to take a swallow from it, too. He has his own, but this one is closer.]
Half the guys want to fuck your brains out, too. The class pretty boy.
[ Todoroki opens the bottle of water, taking a sip while trying not to roll his eyes toward Bakugou's amusement at his preferences. ]
I don't understand why the girls would think that.
[ Pretty face and hot shit? Definitely not how Todoroki would compliment himself. But it's not the first time he's heard someone refer to him as such.
Having his water stolen earns a soft sigh, but he's not complaining further. He waits for Bakugou to take his chug and swallow before reaching back for it. ]
For wanting to 'fuck my brains out', they're pretty quiet about it, since only two have asked me out.
[Geez. Todoroki really is a shut-in. It’s... enlightening? to see how much casual, common knowledge he takes for granted. How social structure works among all of them, having crushes, finding people attractive. Or maybe he’s just full enough of himself to accept most of the praise coming his way.
Except the girls generally regard him as average at best, and he’s sure he knows why.] It’s because they’re scared of you, idiot. [Which nay not sit well with Todoroki, but Bakugou doesn’t fully get the faux pas of telling Shouto Todoroki about being feared.]
If they think they’re shit compared to you, then they don’t think they have a chance. So they don’t even try. Why would one of the highest ranked shitheads in the class, Endeavor’s son want anything to do with them?
Get use to it. It’ll be lonely at the fucking top.
[And that’s why he’s average at best. A shitty attitude used to keep him a step ahead and fear.]
[ There's no denying Bakugou's words. Todoroki is aware of the intensity and power that comes with having Endeavor as a father. He tries not to think much about it, because in the end, separating him from his old man was a pipe dream, there was nothing that could change that very fact.
Todoroki still remained determined though, that he would never be a hero like Endeavor. There was a great difference between the both of them, and he would continue to prove it.
He doesn't ask the question on his tongue. Todoroki already knows the answer Bakugou will give. ]
Then I'll change their opinion of me.
[ It's not meant to come off that he's intending to make himself seem openly available or willing to get into each of their beds, but that Todoroki wants his classmates to see him more as a friend, perhaps, rather than someone to be feared all from his quirk and abilities.
Hiding a smile, Todoroki finishes off the remaining water in the bottle, wiping his mouth once done. ]
For now, it's not that lonely. You're at the top, aren't you?
[The determination gets the tiniest curl of Bakugou's lips. He likes it. Even with a kind of competitive rivalry, even when it's about something as stupid as others' perceptions, he's glad Todoroki doesn't roll over.
But Todoroki gets a kind of disgruntled look afterward anyway.] Tch. I'll always be at the damn top. [First sometimes, but mostly second or third. He's trying. If he can just get Todoroki out of the damn way. What a perfect piece of shit.
He waves dismissively as he steps back some, but doesn't say anything regarding the loneliness.]
Hope you like my ass, 'cause you're going to be looking up at it all the time from the second spot.
[ The response earns a quiet chuckle from Todoroki. He also likes the determination of the other. He's always had a goal to focus on, but since coming to U.A. and meeting his classmates, it's been a thrill of friendly rivalry and breaking traditions. ]
Shouldn't that be my line? I won't let you take any victories so easily, Katsuki.
[ It's a little strange, but Todoroki almost misses the close heat of Bakugou's body from him stepping away. He decides not to ponder over it too much, and instead, grabs the empty water bottle as well as the bottle Bakugou had previously been drinking from. ]
Finish drinking this. It might make your hangover tomorrow a little more bearable. [ He holds out the half filled bottle towards the blond. ] I'll fill them up for you when you're done.
[ It would give Todoroki a chance to splash some cold water on his face. ]
[Honestly, he hates the itching thrill he keeps getting from hearing Todoroki call him so casually. Maybe because the conditioning is that Todoroki kept using it during the heat of the moment, so when he hears it now, that's almost all he can think about.
Getting him turned on just by saying his name. He hates it.
Todoroki gets a little grunt.] I'm gonna be fucking pissing all night. [But he takes the water bottle anyway so he can stand there and chug the rest of it without stopping for air.]
Are you staying? The night. [His red eyes don't leave Todoroki's face, almost like he's waiting for some kind of small change in expression. Like he's waiting to be--disappointed?] I wanna fucking go to bed, but I need to shower off.
[That means staggering to the baths quietly. Ughhhh.]
[ Honestly, Todoroki enjoys calling Bakugou by his name, but that's probably because he had felt so aroused hearing his own name at the blond's lips. He had to admit, he also enjoyed saying it too.
Maybe he hoped it would get a verbal reaction out of Bakugou. ]
You'll be fine.
[ The question almost catches him off guard. He hasn't consider it, staying the night. He thinks about it, before hiding a smile. ]
Sure. I don't mind. [ He's hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind sleeping with the other. ]
[It's fine. What Bakugou lacked in his stupor about the exasperation of his first name, he more than makes up for when Todoroki talks about washing "him" off.
Hilariously, and never before seen more than likely, Bakugou flushes from his neck up into his cheeks. He won't look Todoroki in the face anymore; instead, he mutters, shoves the water bottle down, and quickly starts moving across the room.]
Hurry the hell up then.
[In one of the drawers below the bed, he digs out two folded towels.] None of those other fuckers should be up. [He's not worried about wandering out in just his underwear, not even at the prospect of girls. (Let them look?) Todoroki gets one of the towels shoved toward, and Bakugou finally manages to meet the boy's eyes again.]
Don't fucking ruin my towel, Halfy. [The only comfort making up for the threat is the fact the towel smells distinctly like him; clean and spicy.] Let's go.
[To free up his hands, he puts his own towel around his neck and opens the door a crack to peer down one side of the hall. It's quiet, dim. No light pools out from under Kirishima's door.] Stupid Hair's asleep. Six Arms, too. [He jerks his head for Todoroki to follow, opening the door wider and stepping out.]
[ The flush of red suited Bakugou, Todoroki thought idly. He even considered teasing the blond, but resisted the urge, less he find himself kicked out of the room. Instead, he looks away himself to hide away the small smile.
Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki does gather up his clothes, but he's not dressing yet. For now, he hopes no one is awake, shouldn't be, considering how late it was.
Todoroki takes the offered towel. It's really hard not to just breathe the smell of Bakugou in. ]
I won't. [ It helped that with the alcohol out of his system his quirk was under control.
Todoroki comes up behind the blond, following him out the door. To his relief, it does appear that with the dim lights and quiet atmosphere, their classmates were sleeping. He takes the chance to lead them towards the bathrooms, a little hurriedly, but still quiet. It wasn't exactly a walk of shame, but it sure felt like one.
Once at the showers, Todoroki slips inside, flicking the light on while his foot keeps the door nudged open for Bakugou. ]
[Before following out and down the hall, Bakugou turns off the light. He doesn’t rush even with Todoroki’s hurry, but his strides don’t keep him far behind. His hand takes the held door, and he eases in as quietly as he had eased out of his own, making sure not to let anything slam.] Hey, [His voice is a low whisper.] why can’t you ever fucking walk behind me, jackass? [He wants to, like, be leader. But whatever! They’re going, fine.]
Fuck yeah.
[Just seeing the bath is a relief. Cool and clean and begging for use. Bakugou dumps his towel on the bench just inside the door then, without any of the previous blush, climbs out of his underwear to add it to the pile. The room is open to them fully, so he haphazardly picks one of the showers and stands fearlessly in front of the spray when he turns it on
Ice cold at first hit, but feels delicious despite his hiss. He bows his head and blasts it a few seconds, straightening back up and giving it a momentary wild shake. Naturally, even damp, it spikes right back out along the ends.]
Because you'll need to get accustomed to staring at my back when I'm number one.
[ Todoroki teases, stepping further into the room now and locating a spot to rest his supplies on the bench. Clothes are placed first, along with his boxers that he squirms out of, before the towel is rested next.
His eyes naturally glance over to the bath, where, traditionally, he would start first, but he also didn't want to hold up any more time, nor make it awkward to ask the blond to wait for him. Besides, a fast, quick shower, that's all he needed to clean up Bakugou's mess off his body, as well as the heat and sweat. ]
Shower. I'll soak tomorrow.
[ Todoroki chooses a shower near Bakugou, not purposely or anything, just instinctively, and turns the water on. It's bitingly cold, but he heats his body naturally, until it begins to warm up. Unlike the spikes of Bakugou's hair, Todoroki's hair stick to his face, so he combs both red and white strands back, closes his eyes, and lets the water begin to clean his face. Despite how hot he felt earlier, the warm water feels rather nice on his skin, and helps to alleviate the ache in his body. ]
[In the end, Bakugou wouldn’t wait, but he might have soaked too. Well, he’d just end up passing out more than likely if he got comfortable, so it’s better this way. The shower is quick, and he’s tired.
Again, he ducks his head under the spray, keeping it there, letting the lukewarm water pelt him. It does feel good. At least, the temperature and steady pressure on sore muscles do. The scratches down the front of his chest and stomach, though, sting mildly. He leans back and glances down, touching the edge of one of the red, angry lines with a few fingers.
He’s not even mad. At the time, it had been exciting.
He drops his hand, cutting a slow look over at Todoroki. The glance is sneaky, but the stare is bold and not hidden. He watches Todoroki under the water with a strange fascination. Maybe making up for the time he didn’t take to do much of it back in the room.]
[ Todoroki basks in the heated spray, keeps his head tilted so the water hits his face and neck. After he allows himself a little time to enjoy it, Todoroki raises up his hands to rub at his face softly, cleansing his skin just enough. He shakes his head a bit, combing back the bangs once more, before he finally allows himself to open his eyes.
The remainder of his body is washed slower, starting to relax again in the water. It would be a pain to get out, it always was, but at the very least, he could heat up his own body so that the cold air never bites into his skin later on.
He can't help but wonder, how Bakugou's quirk mixes with water itself. Would it be a weakness, or not affect the other? He considers asking, for curiosity sake, and peers out the corner of his eye towards Bakugou, when he finds those eyes already on him.
Todoroki immediately looks away, a hint of a red flush creeping to his face. Bakugou had been almost unabashed in the way he watches, and it shouldn't, but it sends a rush of a thrill down Todoroki's spine. ]
Do you want to go again, Katsuki?
[ He teases as a means to hide from his embarrassment. He's not even sure if the blond could go again, not after he had commented about being tired earlier. ]
[As loud as he usually is, it's surprisingly he can move as quietly as he does, closing the distance from here to there. But the waters running from both showers, and Todoroki is looking away for a moment, and his feet are bare.
His voice is low in depth but not in loudness when it ends up near Todoroki's shoulder and ear.] Nah. [He waits for when Todoroki inevitably turns around,
and then he tucks himself under the water and close, a wolfish smirk curving his mouth.] Just getting a good damn look at my supposed rank one prize. [One of his hands captures one of the other boy's wrists, not squeezing, but holding, a refusal to let Todoroki flee the lack of personal space. The opposite hand's calloused palm brushes up Todoroki's side.]
We can fuck in here if you want. Tomorrow, the next day. I'll kill you in here. At night when the other shits have gone to bed. [His lips grin still when he drops them to Todoroki's right shoulder, his breath warm.] Then you can think about me every time you come in here to fucking wash.
[It's like drinking ice water in way, curling his tongue out to run it quickly over the dip above Todoroki's collar on the cool skin.]
[ Suddenly hearing Bakugou so close has Todoroki tense up, and he shifts around, amazed at how quiet the loud and emphatic blond sneaked up on him. ] You were looking so shamelessly.
[ He glances down to his captured wrist, decides not to free it. It's a little tense to have his personal space invaded by Bakugou, but Todoroki finds himself also liking it in a way. Of course, he had no intentions of admitting that out loud to his classmate.
As he listens to Bakugou speak and press those lips to his collarbone, Todoroki tilts his head, trying to get more attention. It's warm, sends a shiver that makes him moan softly.
Todoroki suddenly turns fully, so his back presses against the wall of the shower, and tugs the blond forward towards him. He raises up his free hand next, to brush through the wet, spiked locks of hair. Silently, he's amazed at how the spikes remain in that manner, if any amount of adapting could ever change the way they retain their look. ]
Such pretty promises. I'll hold you up to your word. [ He says softly, before his fingers grip hard into Bakugou's locks and pull him closer. ]
[The only reason he releases the wrist is so he can put both palms against the wall under Todoroki's arms, slide them up beneath the shoulder blades.
He really doesn't need to get riled up, not this late, not this tired, but the closeness, the taunting, the manhandling. A quiet, pleasant moan edges out as he tucks himself flush against Todoroki's front, and he's half hard and exhausted from being so horny so much in such a short space of time.]
I'll think about you whenever the hell I want and wherever the hell I want.
[But it'll be here. And in his room. And walking down the hall past the other boy's door. And when his eyes see red and white in class. And when he looks over one of Kirishima's shoulders and sees Todoroki looking back at him in the distance.
The fact he settles his face in the wet slope of Todoroki's cool neck is sweet... until several long seconds pass and he suddenly takes a frisky, rude bite into the reddened flesh, and his lips close around it to suck an ugly bruise into the skin.]
[ With a now free hand available, Todoroki places it over Bakugou's chest, fingernails raking down slowly. Honestly, he's trying not to rile up the blond, understands that he's spent, tired, it's late--but Todoroki also can't resist taunting him either. Bakugou would look a lot better with more marks, anyway. ]
I'm sure you'll think of me more than you like, number one.
[ Just like Todoroki is positive his mind will be a constant reminder of Bakugou. Not that he truly minds, if Todoroki was being seriously with himself. The blond was an enigma, and he was curious over Bakugou. Although, focusing more on their sexual activities would prove problematic if it came at the worst of times, like during class, or training out in the field.
Cautiously, Todoroki watches his classmate settled closer. He finds that he doesn't mind, even relaxes the hand in the blond hair. Naturally, he doesn't expect the sharp latch of teeth so suddenly against his skin. ]
Katsuki! [ Todoroki snaps, both tugging hard again on Bakugou's hair while his nails dig into the other's chest. It's painful, the bite Bakugou had so graciously surprised him with, and Todoroki can't help but wonder if it would leave a mark. Probably, with the way Bakugou sucks over his skin.
In retaliation, he sneaks a leg forward, to grind his knee against Bakugou's half-hard cock. ]
If you were going to leave a mark, you should have placed it somewhere less visible. [ Never mind the fact that he left his own marks in visible areas on Bakugou's body. ]
[The edge to his name puts an electric current up his spine, but it's the knee between his legs that gets him to exhale a moan, long and low over the skin worried between this teeth. His fingers curl into the tile as his head his pulled back, and Todoroki manages to rip him away from the skin for now.]
I'll mark wherever the hell I wanna.
[He pulls forward and bites again, gentler this time but no less a warning. Once. To match the additional scratches he gets on his chest.] What're you gonna fucking say when someone asks about? [The bit of grin returns as he lifts his head up and flashes Todoroki his red eyes.
He slides a hand down and shoves at Todoroki's knee to get it from between his legs, to stop it from teasing him. Even though he asks a question, he doesn't give Todoroki any time to really answer.
Hungrily, he crushes his mouth against Todoroki's and relishes what making out he can before realizing his bottom lip hurts where Todoroki bit him before. He returns the favor, as is natural, biting Todoroki sharp and quick on the lip. When he draws back, he puts a heavy palm in the middle of the other boy's chest and keeps Todoroki pinned to the wall.]
Cut it the fuck out. I don't wanna be hard again, you bastard.
[ The gentler bite is soothing, and Todoroki has to chew on his lip to avoid any strange sounds from leaving his mouth. He does send the blond a pointed look for the second bite. He's not even sure what he plans to tell anyone who's curious or daring enough to ask about the marks. Maybe lie is the route he'll go.
He could always say he got them in a scuffle or training exercise.
Not that he even gets a chance to answer the blond, between Bakugou pushing aside his knee and crashing his lips down. Todoroki doesn't fight it, however, returning the kiss in the same passion, until the snap of teeth bite onto his bottom lip. He can taste blood when Bakugou pulls away, and absentmindedly, he licks over the bite with a harmless glare towards the blond. ]
You were the one who sauntered over here, Katsuki.
[ Might as well call out the other, even if Todoroki had purposely went out of his way to provoke Bakugou. ]
And you're already about halfway there. [ Him too, but that's all due to Bakugou's bites and intense attitude. ]
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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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Bringing his hands up, Todoroki comes to rest his fingertips at Bakugou's jawline, just the hint of coldness to his touch. ]
They're both actually gentle lovers. But being tied down or little shocks would make for an interesting night. I do recall someone was using his explosions quite a bit, though.
[ With a hidden smile, Todoroki leans forward and nips at the opposite side of the blond's jaw. ]
I just like to have fun in the bedroom. Is that so bad?
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Can it, Halfy. [Bakugou actually doesn't sound at all disappointed or turned-off.] It's even more fucked up you call ringing death's doorbell "fun."
I thought you didn't want the soft, pillow-talking lays. [His head tilts.] You not into the girls?
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I'm not looking to be choked or electrocuted by those two, nor am I interested in you scarring my body with your quirk. [ One burning scar was enough. ] So I wouldn't call it 'ringing death's doorbell'.
[ Half turning, Todoroki digs through the bag, to grab for the other water bottle Bakugou offered earlier. ]
Even if I don't have a preference to gentle lovers, doesn't mean I can't appreciate their efforts. [ He idly thinks of their female classmates, a few coming to mind. ] Yaoyorozu and Ashido are interesting. I haven't slept with any of them, but Ashido has been adamant about it.
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But it's finished at least and, despite having chugged so much vodka, he feels a little better for it.] None of your "preferences" clear your name from being a freak, you know.
Acid and a chick that can fucking make a strap on to ride your ass with? [Bakugou's headshake comes with the hint of a smirk.] Doesn't fucking surprise me. All the girls think you're hot shit.
[There's some time where he lets Todoroki drink from the water bottle if the boy is gonna, but then he reaches out to pluck it right out of Todoroki's hand to take a swallow from it, too. He has his own, but this one is closer.]
Half the guys want to fuck your brains out, too. The class pretty boy.
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I don't understand why the girls would think that.
[ Pretty face and hot shit? Definitely not how Todoroki would compliment himself. But it's not the first time he's heard someone refer to him as such.
Having his water stolen earns a soft sigh, but he's not complaining further. He waits for Bakugou to take his chug and swallow before reaching back for it. ]
For wanting to 'fuck my brains out', they're pretty quiet about it, since only two have asked me out.
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Except the girls generally regard him as average at best, and he’s sure he knows why.] It’s because they’re scared of you, idiot. [Which nay not sit well with Todoroki, but Bakugou doesn’t fully get the faux pas of telling Shouto Todoroki about being feared.]
If they think they’re shit compared to you, then they don’t think they have a chance. So they don’t even try. Why would one of the highest ranked shitheads in the class, Endeavor’s son want anything to do with them?
Get use to it. It’ll be lonely at the fucking top.
[And that’s why he’s average at best. A shitty attitude used to keep him a step ahead and fear.]
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Todoroki still remained determined though, that he would never be a hero like Endeavor. There was a great difference between the both of them, and he would continue to prove it.
He doesn't ask the question on his tongue. Todoroki already knows the answer Bakugou will give. ]
Then I'll change their opinion of me.
[ It's not meant to come off that he's intending to make himself seem openly available or willing to get into each of their beds, but that Todoroki wants his classmates to see him more as a friend, perhaps, rather than someone to be feared all from his quirk and abilities.
Hiding a smile, Todoroki finishes off the remaining water in the bottle, wiping his mouth once done. ]
For now, it's not that lonely. You're at the top, aren't you?
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But Todoroki gets a kind of disgruntled look afterward anyway.] Tch. I'll always be at the damn top. [First sometimes, but mostly second or third. He's trying. If he can just get Todoroki out of the damn way. What a perfect piece of shit.
He waves dismissively as he steps back some, but doesn't say anything regarding the loneliness.]
Hope you like my ass, 'cause you're going to be looking up at it all the time from the second spot.
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Shouldn't that be my line? I won't let you take any victories so easily, Katsuki.
[ It's a little strange, but Todoroki almost misses the close heat of Bakugou's body from him stepping away. He decides not to ponder over it too much, and instead, grabs the empty water bottle as well as the bottle Bakugou had previously been drinking from. ]
Finish drinking this. It might make your hangover tomorrow a little more bearable. [ He holds out the half filled bottle towards the blond. ] I'll fill them up for you when you're done.
[ It would give Todoroki a chance to splash some cold water on his face. ]
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Getting him turned on just by saying his name. He hates it.
Todoroki gets a little grunt.] I'm gonna be fucking pissing all night. [But he takes the water bottle anyway so he can stand there and chug the rest of it without stopping for air.]
Are you staying? The night. [His red eyes don't leave Todoroki's face, almost like he's waiting for some kind of small change in expression. Like he's waiting to be--disappointed?] I wanna fucking go to bed, but I need to shower off.
[That means staggering to the baths quietly. Ughhhh.]
Fuuuck my finger slipped and sent this too early
Maybe he hoped it would get a verbal reaction out of Bakugou. ]
You'll be fine.
[ The question almost catches him off guard. He hasn't consider it, staying the night. He thinks about it, before hiding a smile. ]
Sure. I don't mind. [ He's hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind sleeping with the other. ]
Shower with me. I need to wash you off my face.
HAHA it's ok!
Hilariously, and never before seen more than likely, Bakugou flushes from his neck up into his cheeks. He won't look Todoroki in the face anymore; instead, he mutters, shoves the water bottle down, and quickly starts moving across the room.]
Hurry the hell up then.
[In one of the drawers below the bed, he digs out two folded towels.] None of those other fuckers should be up. [He's not worried about wandering out in just his underwear, not even at the prospect of girls. (Let them look?) Todoroki gets one of the towels shoved toward, and Bakugou finally manages to meet the boy's eyes again.]
Don't fucking ruin my towel, Halfy. [The only comfort making up for the threat is the fact the towel smells distinctly like him; clean and spicy.] Let's go.
[To free up his hands, he puts his own towel around his neck and opens the door a crack to peer down one side of the hall. It's quiet, dim. No light pools out from under Kirishima's door.] Stupid Hair's asleep. Six Arms, too. [He jerks his head for Todoroki to follow, opening the door wider and stepping out.]
Lmao I was too eager
Unlike Bakugou, Todoroki does gather up his clothes, but he's not dressing yet. For now, he hopes no one is awake, shouldn't be, considering how late it was.
Todoroki takes the offered towel. It's really hard not to just breathe the smell of Bakugou in. ]
I won't. [ It helped that with the alcohol out of his system his quirk was under control.
Todoroki comes up behind the blond, following him out the door. To his relief, it does appear that with the dim lights and quiet atmosphere, their classmates were sleeping. He takes the chance to lead them towards the bathrooms, a little hurriedly, but still quiet. It wasn't exactly a walk of shame, but it sure felt like one.
Once at the showers, Todoroki slips inside, flicking the light on while his foot keeps the door nudged open for Bakugou. ]
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Fuck yeah.
[Just seeing the bath is a relief. Cool and clean and begging for use. Bakugou dumps his towel on the bench just inside the door then, without any of the previous blush, climbs out of his underwear to add it to the pile. The room is open to them fully, so he haphazardly picks one of the showers and stands fearlessly in front of the spray when he turns it on
Ice cold at first hit, but feels delicious despite his hiss. He bows his head and blasts it a few seconds, straightening back up and giving it a momentary wild shake. Naturally, even damp, it spikes right back out along the ends.]
Are you soaking or just showering?
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[ Todoroki teases, stepping further into the room now and locating a spot to rest his supplies on the bench. Clothes are placed first, along with his boxers that he squirms out of, before the towel is rested next.
His eyes naturally glance over to the bath, where, traditionally, he would start first, but he also didn't want to hold up any more time, nor make it awkward to ask the blond to wait for him. Besides, a fast, quick shower, that's all he needed to clean up Bakugou's mess off his body, as well as the heat and sweat. ]
Shower. I'll soak tomorrow.
[ Todoroki chooses a shower near Bakugou, not purposely or anything, just instinctively, and turns the water on. It's bitingly cold, but he heats his body naturally, until it begins to warm up. Unlike the spikes of Bakugou's hair, Todoroki's hair stick to his face, so he combs both red and white strands back, closes his eyes, and lets the water begin to clean his face. Despite how hot he felt earlier, the warm water feels rather nice on his skin, and helps to alleviate the ache in his body. ]
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[In the end, Bakugou wouldn’t wait, but he might have soaked too. Well, he’d just end up passing out more than likely if he got comfortable, so it’s better this way. The shower is quick, and he’s tired.
Again, he ducks his head under the spray, keeping it there, letting the lukewarm water pelt him. It does feel good. At least, the temperature and steady pressure on sore muscles do. The scratches down the front of his chest and stomach, though, sting mildly. He leans back and glances down, touching the edge of one of the red, angry lines with a few fingers.
He’s not even mad. At the time, it had been exciting.
He drops his hand, cutting a slow look over at Todoroki. The glance is sneaky, but the stare is bold and not hidden. He watches Todoroki under the water with a strange fascination. Maybe making up for the time he didn’t take to do much of it back in the room.]
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The remainder of his body is washed slower, starting to relax again in the water. It would be a pain to get out, it always was, but at the very least, he could heat up his own body so that the cold air never bites into his skin later on.
He can't help but wonder, how Bakugou's quirk mixes with water itself. Would it be a weakness, or not affect the other? He considers asking, for curiosity sake, and peers out the corner of his eye towards Bakugou, when he finds those eyes already on him.
Todoroki immediately looks away, a hint of a red flush creeping to his face. Bakugou had been almost unabashed in the way he watches, and it shouldn't, but it sends a rush of a thrill down Todoroki's spine. ]
Do you want to go again, Katsuki?
[ He teases as a means to hide from his embarrassment. He's not even sure if the blond could go again, not after he had commented about being tired earlier. ]
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His voice is low in depth but not in loudness when it ends up near Todoroki's shoulder and ear.] Nah. [He waits for when Todoroki inevitably turns around,
and then he tucks himself under the water and close, a wolfish smirk curving his mouth.] Just getting a good damn look at my supposed rank one prize. [One of his hands captures one of the other boy's wrists, not squeezing, but holding, a refusal to let Todoroki flee the lack of personal space. The opposite hand's calloused palm brushes up Todoroki's side.]
We can fuck in here if you want. Tomorrow, the next day. I'll kill you in here. At night when the other shits have gone to bed. [His lips grin still when he drops them to Todoroki's right shoulder, his breath warm.] Then you can think about me every time you come in here to fucking wash.
[It's like drinking ice water in way, curling his tongue out to run it quickly over the dip above Todoroki's collar on the cool skin.]
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[ He glances down to his captured wrist, decides not to free it. It's a little tense to have his personal space invaded by Bakugou, but Todoroki finds himself also liking it in a way. Of course, he had no intentions of admitting that out loud to his classmate.
As he listens to Bakugou speak and press those lips to his collarbone, Todoroki tilts his head, trying to get more attention. It's warm, sends a shiver that makes him moan softly.
Todoroki suddenly turns fully, so his back presses against the wall of the shower, and tugs the blond forward towards him. He raises up his free hand next, to brush through the wet, spiked locks of hair. Silently, he's amazed at how the spikes remain in that manner, if any amount of adapting could ever change the way they retain their look. ]
Such pretty promises. I'll hold you up to your word. [ He says softly, before his fingers grip hard into Bakugou's locks and pull him closer. ]
I want you to think of me in here too.
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He really doesn't need to get riled up, not this late, not this tired, but the closeness, the taunting, the manhandling. A quiet, pleasant moan edges out as he tucks himself flush against Todoroki's front, and he's half hard and exhausted from being so horny so much in such a short space of time.]
I'll think about you whenever the hell I want and wherever the hell I want.
[But it'll be here. And in his room. And walking down the hall past the other boy's door. And when his eyes see red and white in class. And when he looks over one of Kirishima's shoulders and sees Todoroki looking back at him in the distance.
The fact he settles his face in the wet slope of Todoroki's cool neck is sweet... until several long seconds pass and he suddenly takes a frisky, rude bite into the reddened flesh, and his lips close around it to suck an ugly bruise into the skin.]
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I'm sure you'll think of me more than you like, number one.
[ Just like Todoroki is positive his mind will be a constant reminder of Bakugou. Not that he truly minds, if Todoroki was being seriously with himself. The blond was an enigma, and he was curious over Bakugou. Although, focusing more on their sexual activities would prove problematic if it came at the worst of times, like during class, or training out in the field.
Cautiously, Todoroki watches his classmate settled closer. He finds that he doesn't mind, even relaxes the hand in the blond hair. Naturally, he doesn't expect the sharp latch of teeth so suddenly against his skin. ]
Katsuki! [ Todoroki snaps, both tugging hard again on Bakugou's hair while his nails dig into the other's chest. It's painful, the bite Bakugou had so graciously surprised him with, and Todoroki can't help but wonder if it would leave a mark. Probably, with the way Bakugou sucks over his skin.
In retaliation, he sneaks a leg forward, to grind his knee against Bakugou's half-hard cock. ]
If you were going to leave a mark, you should have placed it somewhere less visible. [ Never mind the fact that he left his own marks in visible areas on Bakugou's body. ]
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I'll mark wherever the hell I wanna.
[He pulls forward and bites again, gentler this time but no less a warning. Once. To match the additional scratches he gets on his chest.] What're you gonna fucking say when someone asks about? [The bit of grin returns as he lifts his head up and flashes Todoroki his red eyes.
He slides a hand down and shoves at Todoroki's knee to get it from between his legs, to stop it from teasing him. Even though he asks a question, he doesn't give Todoroki any time to really answer.
Hungrily, he crushes his mouth against Todoroki's and relishes what making out he can before realizing his bottom lip hurts where Todoroki bit him before. He returns the favor, as is natural, biting Todoroki sharp and quick on the lip. When he draws back, he puts a heavy palm in the middle of the other boy's chest and keeps Todoroki pinned to the wall.]
Cut it the fuck out. I don't wanna be hard again, you bastard.
[He started it by coming over? Shut up.]
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He could always say he got them in a scuffle or training exercise.
Not that he even gets a chance to answer the blond, between Bakugou pushing aside his knee and crashing his lips down. Todoroki doesn't fight it, however, returning the kiss in the same passion, until the snap of teeth bite onto his bottom lip. He can taste blood when Bakugou pulls away, and absentmindedly, he licks over the bite with a harmless glare towards the blond. ]
You were the one who sauntered over here, Katsuki.
[ Might as well call out the other, even if Todoroki had purposely went out of his way to provoke Bakugou. ]
And you're already about halfway there. [ Him too, but that's all due to Bakugou's bites and intense attitude. ]
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