[ 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. ]
[Todoroki isn’t wrong. Horse playing around with someone worth a damn keeps getting him mostly hard, as much as he loathes it. Fighting almost does the same thing. It’s a wonder he doesn’t perpetually have a hard dick ninety percent of the time. It’s hell being intense snd reveling in intensity.
Slowly, he’s drawn back in again, sliding his hand up to cup Todoroki’s throat without squeezing, a simple hook of his fingers. He smooths his raw lips over the line of Todoroki’s jaw, the hot side this time, the spicy one he has an affinity for enjoying.]
Tomorrow night. I’ll fuck you through the side of the bath. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you’re a fucking coward.
[He thinks he knows Todoroki will show without the threat, unless dire circumstances arise. Bakugou pulls away completely then, though not without a small, smug grin. He drifts again to his own shower with his half hardness, turns off the water after passing through it once.
Todoroki gets a somewhat coy look over a broad, rounded shoulder before he moves toward the bench with the towels.]
[ Todoroki knows he's more than right when that response Bakugou gives him. He kind of likes it though, the rowdiness. There was nothing gentle or soft about how Bakugou presents himself. (Of course, Todoroki wondered idly if his classmate was capable of tame lovemaking.)
The moment those fingers are near his throat, Todoroki haughtily lifts his head up to meet Bakugou's gaze, both tempted to fuel the rage and thrilled to have it so dangerous close. It feels more than tantalizing to have those lips kissing up his jawline, and Todoroki knows he wants more, but the promise Bakugou gives for later is far more exciting. ]
I'll show up. So make due on your word.
[ He's determined to meet Bakugou the next night. He has to idly ever why the blond has this much of a hold on him with sex alone. Perhaps because he likes the challenge.
Todoroki chews on the inside of his mouth when Bakugou pulls away. He shoves away the urges that boil inside of him, and moves to turn off the shower. The water was becoming cold anyway.
He barely catches the coy look from Bakugou, but both that and the name slip is enough to get his face heated up. Wordlessly, Todoroki follows, trying to calm the redness and reaching for his towel. He only dries himself lightly before utilizing his quirk to heat up the remainder of his skin.
After that, Todoroki begins to dress. ]
[ooc;; wanted to let you know that I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so my tags might be sporadic]
[ooc; no worries!! take your time! and also enjoy(??) your traveling!]
[Likewise, Bakugou doesn't exactly dry off completely, but less because he has a cheating quirk that helps and more he enjoys the feel of the chill with the damp skin. Refreshing, especially when he's usually burning out so much heat and sweating.
To no one's surprise, the only thing Bakugou does is gather up all of his shit in his arms and wait for Todoroki to finish getting dressed. He can be patient for that long at least.
And then... he just promptly goes back out of the door as naked as the day he was born.]
Come on, Red Hot.
[He doesn't at all seem bothered sneaking out of the baths with none of his parts covered, not this late, and, again, even if anyone happened to see him... would he really care? Not exactly. Even the fact he's walking along and Todoroki, on the wrong floor completely, is following behind them. He'll tell them to mind their own fucking business.
Todoroki can chalk it up to getting a good view of his ass as he leads them down the hall to his room. It seems they get there without any drama.
But there's a laugh further down and hall while they're at the door, and he cuts a look at Todoroki. He doesn't want to get run over, so he holds his door open so Todoroki can shoot inside first, and he'll follow after.]
[ooc;; thanks! The plane was a nightmare tho tbh lmao.]
[Bakugou standing stark naked is no surprise, and Todoroki forces himself to not stare as he dresses. He fully dress, boxers, sweater, and pants. It's more of a precaution, in case they run into anyone. Besides, until the following day, he had no reason to undress himself. ]
I'm coming.
[ After, Todoroki falls silent as he follows behind Bakugou, only allowing his eyes to drift toward Bakugou every now and then. Thankfully, no one remains awake, at least, until they get closer to Bakugou's room, and the sudden laughter ringing in the halls is there.
Worried eyes look over to the blond, before quickly making his way into the offered room. It's not that he's exactly anxious about being caught with Bakugou, just that he's still new to this. It didn't help that Bakugou was stark naked.
Once inside the room, Todoroki looks around for a spot to place the towel he had used. ]
[Once inside the room, Bakugou thankfully goes to rummage around in his drawers for a clean pair of underwear rather than strut around naked the entire time. It's a blessing and a curse. A lack of intimate eye candy, but refreshing amount of decency.]
Give it here. [Reaching out, he takes the towel from Todoroki and goes to the closet to retrieve the hanger carousel from inside. Out on the veranda, he hangs it on a hook over the door on one side, then pins his own and Todoroki's towel to it.
It won't draw much attention from neighboring verandas at least, not when he's Bakugou and he sweats ninety-nine percent of the time.
The sliding door closes when he comes back in, the room having been aired out and refreshed while they bathed. He turns on the lamp by the bed, then goes to turn off the overhead light of the room. The dimness feels a lot better on his swimmy head.]
You can watch TV or whatever. I don't give a shit as long as it's not too fucking loud. I'm getting in bed.
[ooc;; it was sooo long lol I'm not looking forward to the return trip home]
[ Todoroki watches idly as Bakugou moves about, dressing and taking the towels to hang them up. Thankfully, the room is cooler now, probably might get cooler throughout the night from the way Todoroki's breathes coldly from his quirk when he sleeps. It's never enough to create ice or be freezing, just cold enough to act as a sort of AC unit.
Not that Todoroki intends to explain that to Bakugou. He'd let the blond handle it on his own. ]
I don't need to watch anything. [ After the night's events, he was pretty tired himself. ] I can go to sleep.
[ For a brief second, he eyes Bakugou's bed. It's already been agreed that Todoroki was staying the night. It goes without saying, with no extra room in mind, he'd be sharing a bed with Bakugou. That's what he assumes anyway. Still, it's a little awkward. He doesn't want to seem too pushy, but also doesn't want to agitate the blond at the moment. (Maybe later.)
Eventually, he decides to come closer to the bed, glancing idly towards Bakugou. ]
[The awkwardness of sleeping arrangements isn't lost on Bakugou. Having someone else hogging his bed isn't exactly something he's use to or something he's ever begging for, honestly. As loud and obnoxious and brash as he is, he's really an introvert.
Being very social for very long tires him out. He needs space, alone time, peace and quiet to recharge. Even if he's in the same room as someone else, there should be casual and mutual silence.
Maybe it's why he has an alright affinity with Todoroki. They're fierce when it's time, but lax when it's not.]
Get in.
[The biggest concern he has, above anything else, even above Todoroki's quirk, is which side.] I don't wanna be by the wall. Besides, if I have to fucking puke during the night or when I wake up, it's easier to get the hell out of bed when I'm on the outside. [Basically, he doesn't want to be boxed in. Too restraining. He hates being pinched between something.]
[ Todoroki gives a nod of his head. There's no real preference to where he sleeps. He should be thankful that Bakugou is at least sharing his bed and not having him sleep on the floor. Then again, if he was told to sleep on the floor, then there was no reason he should sleep in Bakugou's room at all. His own dorm was just a level above. ]
That's fine with me.
[ Without another word, Todoroki gets into Bakugou's bed. Now comes the question of how he sleeps. Todoroki really doesn't want to stare at the wall all night. He decides to lay on his back, knows he'll change positions in the middle of the night, but this was the less awkward one.
[Standing by the bed, Bakugou waits for Todoroki to get in and get settled. Mostly so he can judge how to sleep himself. It is awkward. This is more awkward than the two of them having sex, honestly.
Being intimate is a clash, fierce and passionate, and then it's done, and it can be pulled apart. Sleeping together, though, like this, is a long night of close bodies and tangled limbs.
When he gets in himself, he lies on his back, too, unsure of how to turn at first. The positions aren't exactly comfortable. The bed is meant for one student. Bakugou is stocky, broad at the shoulders and back, a real Dorito, and Todoroki isn't too far behind. But he reaches up and turns the light out on the nightstand, pitching them into darkness.]
Shut up, Shouto.
[The rebound for the teasing first name sounds tired. Half of one shoulder hangs over the edge of the bed, and he's quiet for a long while, but his breathing hasn't labored. The back lying lasts, at most, twenty minutes.
And then he turns onto his side to face Todoroki, sweeping his arm under the other boy's and forcing Todoroki to also turn over, too. The wall will be looked at, but... Bakugou is just going to fucking spoon the boy so he isn't miserable sleeping. Thankfully, the cooler side of Todoroki is comforting against his hot skin, and he tucks his face against the back of Todoroki's neck along the hairline.]
[ The moment Bakugou climbs into bed it suddenly becomes far more intimate. Todoroki had to keep his eyes closed to calm the hint of red that wants to form at his cheeks. To his relief, the bedside light is turned off and they're covered in a blanket of darkness.
It helps to hear the tired response from Bakugou, Todoroki softly laughing under his breath as he finally relaxes his tense body.
The bed is definitely not made for two people, but it wasn't too bad, he decides. Without the nervousness there, it feels strangely comfortable sleeping with another so close.
Todoroki's eyes crack open in the darkness when he feels Bakugou shifting onto his side. He can't blame the blond.
But then all too suddenly, Bakugou is adjusting him, forcing Todoroki to face the wall, with the other's warm body pressed at his back. There's no stopping the red at his face this time, but the dark room helps to cover it up. He isn't sure if he should rest his hand over Bakugou's or let it bundle at his chest.
In the end, Todoroki goes for burying his face into the bed while his fingers brush over Bakugou's arm. He was becoming too tired trying to figure so many things out. Besides, this position was far more comfortable than on his back, and Bakugou's breath was nice against his neck. ]
[As much as he'd refuse to acknowledge the spooning, it's nice. They have more room, and Bakugou has something to rest against. Being exhausted helps with the lack of fuss. He doesn't stir aside from maybe a deeper exhale when Todoroki's fingers mess with his arms.
It's easy to sleep, and he does so quicker this way than he had lying on his back, uncomfortable. And even though Todoroki can't exactly see him, he's much cuter this way, sleeping, still and quiet with no yelling and the deep rises and falls of his chest.
Occasionally, he'll twitch, a motion mostly in his arms and the curl of his fists, but really he doesn't do a whole lot of tossing and turning. In fact, he doesn't budge for the longest time unless Todoroki happens to move him by shifting or turning over, and even then, all he'd do is roll partially onto his back again.
And, thankfully, the alcohol keeps him asleep instead of waking him up with nausea. When he goes out, he's out, all the way up until early morning when, despite being abused, his body thinks he should rise. It's not hard to tell he's waking; his face pinches, grimaces, and the typical Bakugou sour returns in droves.
His head screams when he opens his eyes, so he shuts them again, tries squinting instead, and then simply rolls his arm over the top half of his head. The grunt is supposed to be a growl of annoyance, but his throat is dry and hoarse. His mouth feels like it's piled with cotton.
[ Somewhere in the middle of the night, Todoroki turns in his sleep, nosing up close to the warmth Bakugou's body provided, right against his collarbone. He sneaks his hand to rest at the blond's stomach, idly running his fingernails against Bakugou's skin.
He stays in that position for most of the night until Bakugou stirs awake. When he feels the blond begin to move, Todoroki scoots closer, holds Bakugou tighter.
He doesn't want to wake up, is perfectly fine basking in this warmth. It's far too early, not when they had been up for most of the night. There weren't any classes, so he couldn't understand why Bakugou would be rising this early. Although, if Todoroki was being honest, even on his light days, he also arose early.
When he feels more movement from Bakugou, Todoroki blinks open his eyes. He's a little aware of some light chitchat outside the door, possibly down the hall. He ignores it, in favor of lifting his head which had come to rest over Bakugou's chest. A quick glance at his classmate says it all of how the other was feeling. Todoroki sits up, raising his hand to rub at his eyes. ]
I'll get you some water.
[ He mumbles the words tiredly, then climbs over Bakugou's body, careful where he places his knees and hands so as to not make it worst. He grabs the empty water bottle and leaves, to go and retrieve water for Bakugou.
It takes probably longer than it should, not because he was too sleepy or dragging along, but to his slight embarrassment, Midoriya catches him leaving Bakugou's room. Thankfully, the other boy doesn't press for too many questions, but it doesn't help that Midoriya points out his disheveled hair and tired eyes, and asks if he fell asleep possibly studying with Bakugou. Todoroki changes the subject however, that he's really thirsty and Midoriya quickly apologises with a smile. As soon as he leaves, Todoroki finishes up his quest and retrieves the water, returning back to Bakugou's room without any more incidents. ]
Here, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki offers the bottle with a stiffled yawn, before he climbs back into bed. He doubts he'll go back to sleep, but he still wanted to enjoy the warmth a little longer. ]
[All Bakugou can do between Todoroki leaving and returning is grunt softly. The headache keeps him from falling asleep again, so he just rests in the darkness of his arm while Todoroki is gone, strangely missing the solid body and its weird hot-cold beside him.
When Todoroki comes back, he doesn't even remove his arm when he lifts his free one up to open his fingers so Todoroki can place the bottle of water in his hand, and then he holds it. Lowers it to rest against his ribs.
Sitting up enough to drink feels like a chore, and he's wondering if he's going to be sick trying. After a long few moments, he takes his arm down and turns enough to the side to hoist himself on his elbow. His head swims, pounds, and he grits his teeth against the small wave of nausea, but drinks the water anyway, trying not to chug it.
After another sip, he puts the bottle on the nightstand and carefully turns back over to lie on his side, keeping his eyes closed and his brows knotted. The thanks he mutters is grouchy, but soft enough to be sincere.
[ Once back into bed, Todoroki doesn't share the same nervousness from last night, too tired to care as he lays close to Bakugou. He does watch to make sure the blond doesn't get himself sick.
As soon as Bakugou places the bottle down, Todoroki slides closer, sliding his hand around his classmates waist, rubbing his fingers absentmindedly against Bakugou's back.
The grouchy response only earns a small hum, with Todoroki closing his eyes after. He's half happy that he's avoided the hangover honestly.
Sorry, Bakugou!
After a few minutes, Todoroki does decide to speak up. It wasn't like they could sleep in bed all day long. ]
[Even when Todoroki asks him a question, Bakugou keeps his eyes closed and doesn't answer right away. Less because he's being an ass and more the idea of talking with a headache makes him already tired.
Finally, his eyes open just slightly. He seems drowsy or dazed for it, his expression sour and then softer with a frown.]
Well, I ain't fuckin' doing anything now.
[Reaching up, he takes Todoroki's arm off his waist if it's the one attuned to ice; if not, he leaves it and instead digs for the right one. Bringing it up, he presses it down over the side of his face, turning his cheek and brow into the palm, pulling it further down over his neck to let it rest. It isn't icy, but the skin is cooler and feels good on his skin. Feels good on his headache.]
[ Todoroki would roll his eyes if they were open. Instead, he'll settle for scoffing below his breath towards the grouchy response. Although, he does remind himself of Bakugou's hangover. Talking wasn't probably the greatest thing in the world for the brash blond.
Todoroki does crack his eyes open though, when Bakugou reaches for his arm. (Thankfully the hand resting on Bakugou's chest is his hot side, otherwise he might feel insulted of being forced to move,) As it's the one tucked under his head, Todoroki is forced to adjust himself, finding it awkward to lay in any position until he chooses to rest his head beside his other arm, over Bakugou's chest.
Todoroki allows the barest hint of cold to form at his touch, assisting the best he could for Bakugou. ]
[Again, Bakugou is quiet for a while without talking or stirring, letting Todoroki's arm and hand rest over him.] Nah. [It's offered quietly and as if it's an attempt to be off-handed. No big deal.
And then, after a pause, he gently bulldozes himself over so Todoroki is the one lying back and he's sprawled half on top of the other boy's chest. One arm slides under Todoroki's neck, and other stretches across to Todoroki's other side.
He tucks his face in the dipped groove of Todoroki's collar, hiding his face under the other boy's jaw and in the cool side of the neck.
Todoroki is lucky. Morning Bakugou and hangover Bakugou are tired enough to be considerably affectionate. A side maybe only Kirishima has seen glimpses of and lived to tell, not that the redhead would. He's quiet up until he clears his throat even if his voice still sounds like gravel anyway.]
My mouth tastes like someone's fucking asshole, and I feel like shit. I think my brain is going to bleed out of my fucking skull. Meanwhile, you're laid back like a goddamn cheater. I'm never drinking with you again, jackass.
[ Todoroki has to hide a smile towards Bakugou's response. He gets himself comfortable, decides he'll enjoy their close proximity while he can. Bakugou is warm and comfortable, and even though Todoroki isn't sleepy, he doesn't mind this.
At least, he was enjoying it until Bakugou takes it upon himself to switch them around, with him sprawled onto his back.
Instinctively, Todoroki raises up his hands, cradling Bakugou's body, the colder hand combing through the mess of blond hair. He finds he doesn't mind this rare sight. This was a side of Bakugou he's sure not many have seen. It was definitely a change from the rough and loud attitude. ]
Just because I don't have a hangover doesn't mean I didn't suffer. That vodka made me horny, and I couldn't control my quirk. [ Which he would still choose in favor of a hangover. ] Let me choose the drink next time. One that won't affect my quirk.
Wow. Being horny and fucking me and running outside to flamethrow the fucking veranda. [But he doesn’t take his face out of the crook of Todoroki’s neck, and he doesn’t shuck the delicious hand raking through his hair.] Fine, whatever.
You won’t shut the hell up until I do.
[Tipping his head down a bit, he tried to get the fingers to sweep over his skull. The feeling of the fingers is erogenous, bringing goosebumps out on his arms and making him partially hard. He isn’t aroused so much as simply pleased by the feeling. The shred of dignity he has left it kept because he won’t lift his face out of Todoroki’s neck.]
I never said I suffered for long. But you stripping was painful for me. [ But a nice sight, nonetheless. Not that Todoroki would remark out loud of that so easily. ] Thank you, Bakugou.
[ A small victory. Todoroki would figure out the liquor type later on, when they made plans to drink again. He's positive Bakugou wouldn't want to go through this again tomorrow morning. He'd let the blond rest a day or two before bringing it up again.
Todoroki follows the lead Bakugou nonverbally asks of him, pressing icy fingers to Bakugou's head. Of course, as he goes about doing so, he can feel the goosebumps with his other hand, and the twitching between Bakugou's legs. Todoroki doesn't say anything towards it, just allows his quirk to continue to press cooly at Bakugou's body. ]
I'll steal something from my old man's collection. It'll be good, I promise.
[The thank you confuses him almost as much as Todoroki confuses him in general. There’s something both weird and endearing about how awkward Todoroki can be around other people. He doesn’t get the extent of why, not like Midoriya might, though he can assume it definitely has something to do with history.
Todoroki gets a soft, airy grunt.]
Why you always takin’ shit from Endeavor? [His eyes open, lashes brushing the skin of Todoroki’s neck as he flicks them up and then down.] If he finds out, he’s gonna put you in a damn urn.
I ain’t really got time to fight that bastard right now or anything.
[ Todoroki responds easily. Really, it's his own fault for bringing up his old man, he supposes. Still, he hadn't figured Bakugou would come to his father's defense. Then again, he's only told Midoriys of his rocky relationship with his old man. ]
Don't worry about him. There's not a whole lot he can do.
[ He says the words quietly while combing his hand back through Bakugou's wild hair. He wants to not think of Endeavour when they're laid together so intimately. His father is the last thing he wants on his mind. Although, with what Bakugou said... ]
Are you saying you'll fight my old man to protect me from him, Bakugou?
[ It's genuinely confusing on Todoroki's part, rather than teasing the other. He's not completely sure he had understood Bakugou correctly. ]
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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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[Todoroki isn’t wrong. Horse playing around with someone worth a damn keeps getting him mostly hard, as much as he loathes it. Fighting almost does the same thing. It’s a wonder he doesn’t perpetually have a hard dick ninety percent of the time. It’s hell being intense snd reveling in intensity.
Slowly, he’s drawn back in again, sliding his hand up to cup Todoroki’s throat without squeezing, a simple hook of his fingers. He smooths his raw lips over the line of Todoroki’s jaw, the hot side this time, the spicy one he has an affinity for enjoying.]
Tomorrow night. I’ll fuck you through the side of the bath. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you’re a fucking coward.
[He thinks he knows Todoroki will show without the threat, unless dire circumstances arise. Bakugou pulls away completely then, though not without a small, smug grin. He drifts again to his own shower with his half hardness, turns off the water after passing through it once.
Todoroki gets a somewhat coy look over a broad, rounded shoulder before he moves toward the bench with the towels.]
Hurry up, Shouto.
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The moment those fingers are near his throat, Todoroki haughtily lifts his head up to meet Bakugou's gaze, both tempted to fuel the rage and thrilled to have it so dangerous close. It feels more than tantalizing to have those lips kissing up his jawline, and Todoroki knows he wants more, but the promise Bakugou gives for later is far more exciting. ]
I'll show up. So make due on your word.
[ He's determined to meet Bakugou the next night. He has to idly ever why the blond has this much of a hold on him with sex alone. Perhaps because he likes the challenge.
Todoroki chews on the inside of his mouth when Bakugou pulls away. He shoves away the urges that boil inside of him, and moves to turn off the shower. The water was becoming cold anyway.
He barely catches the coy look from Bakugou, but both that and the name slip is enough to get his face heated up. Wordlessly, Todoroki follows, trying to calm the redness and reaching for his towel. He only dries himself lightly before utilizing his quirk to heat up the remainder of his skin.
After that, Todoroki begins to dress. ]
[ooc;; wanted to let you know that I'm traveling for the next two weeks, so my tags might be sporadic]
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[Likewise, Bakugou doesn't exactly dry off completely, but less because he has a cheating quirk that helps and more he enjoys the feel of the chill with the damp skin. Refreshing, especially when he's usually burning out so much heat and sweating.
To no one's surprise, the only thing Bakugou does is gather up all of his shit in his arms and wait for Todoroki to finish getting dressed. He can be patient for that long at least.
And then... he just promptly goes back out of the door as naked as the day he was born.]
Come on, Red Hot.
[He doesn't at all seem bothered sneaking out of the baths with none of his parts covered, not this late, and, again, even if anyone happened to see him... would he really care? Not exactly. Even the fact he's walking along and Todoroki, on the wrong floor completely, is following behind them. He'll tell them to mind their own fucking business.
Todoroki can chalk it up to getting a good view of his ass as he leads them down the hall to his room. It seems they get there without any drama.
But there's a laugh further down and hall while they're at the door, and he cuts a look at Todoroki. He doesn't want to get run over, so he holds his door open so Todoroki can shoot inside first, and he'll follow after.]
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[Bakugou standing stark naked is no surprise, and Todoroki forces himself to not stare as he dresses. He fully dress, boxers, sweater, and pants. It's more of a precaution, in case they run into anyone. Besides, until the following day, he had no reason to undress himself. ]
I'm coming.
[ After, Todoroki falls silent as he follows behind Bakugou, only allowing his eyes to drift toward Bakugou every now and then. Thankfully, no one remains awake, at least, until they get closer to Bakugou's room, and the sudden laughter ringing in the halls is there.
Worried eyes look over to the blond, before quickly making his way into the offered room. It's not that he's exactly anxious about being caught with Bakugou, just that he's still new to this. It didn't help that Bakugou was stark naked.
Once inside the room, Todoroki looks around for a spot to place the towel he had used. ]
Do you have a hamper, Bakugou?
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[Once inside the room, Bakugou thankfully goes to rummage around in his drawers for a clean pair of underwear rather than strut around naked the entire time. It's a blessing and a curse. A lack of intimate eye candy, but refreshing amount of decency.]
Give it here. [Reaching out, he takes the towel from Todoroki and goes to the closet to retrieve the hanger carousel from inside. Out on the veranda, he hangs it on a hook over the door on one side, then pins his own and Todoroki's towel to it.
It won't draw much attention from neighboring verandas at least, not when he's Bakugou and he sweats ninety-nine percent of the time.
The sliding door closes when he comes back in, the room having been aired out and refreshed while they bathed. He turns on the lamp by the bed, then goes to turn off the overhead light of the room. The dimness feels a lot better on his swimmy head.]
You can watch TV or whatever. I don't give a shit as long as it's not too fucking loud. I'm getting in bed.
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[ Todoroki watches idly as Bakugou moves about, dressing and taking the towels to hang them up. Thankfully, the room is cooler now, probably might get cooler throughout the night from the way Todoroki's breathes coldly from his quirk when he sleeps. It's never enough to create ice or be freezing, just cold enough to act as a sort of AC unit.
Not that Todoroki intends to explain that to Bakugou. He'd let the blond handle it on his own. ]
I don't need to watch anything. [ After the night's events, he was pretty tired himself. ] I can go to sleep.
[ For a brief second, he eyes Bakugou's bed. It's already been agreed that Todoroki was staying the night. It goes without saying, with no extra room in mind, he'd be sharing a bed with Bakugou. That's what he assumes anyway. Still, it's a little awkward. He doesn't want to seem too pushy, but also doesn't want to agitate the blond at the moment. (Maybe later.)
Eventually, he decides to come closer to the bed, glancing idly towards Bakugou. ]
Where do you want me to sleep?
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[The awkwardness of sleeping arrangements isn't lost on Bakugou. Having someone else hogging his bed isn't exactly something he's use to or something he's ever begging for, honestly. As loud and obnoxious and brash as he is, he's really an introvert.
Being very social for very long tires him out. He needs space, alone time, peace and quiet to recharge. Even if he's in the same room as someone else, there should be casual and mutual silence.
Maybe it's why he has an alright affinity with Todoroki. They're fierce when it's time, but lax when it's not.]
Get in.
[The biggest concern he has, above anything else, even above Todoroki's quirk, is which side.] I don't wanna be by the wall. Besides, if I have to fucking puke during the night or when I wake up, it's easier to get the hell out of bed when I'm on the outside. [Basically, he doesn't want to be boxed in. Too restraining. He hates being pinched between something.]
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That's fine with me.
[ Without another word, Todoroki gets into Bakugou's bed. Now comes the question of how he sleeps. Todoroki really doesn't want to stare at the wall all night. He decides to lay on his back, knows he'll change positions in the middle of the night, but this was the less awkward one.
Closing his eyes, Todoroki hides a smile. ]
Goodnight, Katsuki.
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Being intimate is a clash, fierce and passionate, and then it's done, and it can be pulled apart. Sleeping together, though, like this, is a long night of close bodies and tangled limbs.
When he gets in himself, he lies on his back, too, unsure of how to turn at first. The positions aren't exactly comfortable. The bed is meant for one student. Bakugou is stocky, broad at the shoulders and back, a real Dorito, and Todoroki isn't too far behind. But he reaches up and turns the light out on the nightstand, pitching them into darkness.]
Shut up, Shouto.
[The rebound for the teasing first name sounds tired. Half of one shoulder hangs over the edge of the bed, and he's quiet for a long while, but his breathing hasn't labored. The back lying lasts, at most, twenty minutes.
And then he turns onto his side to face Todoroki, sweeping his arm under the other boy's and forcing Todoroki to also turn over, too. The wall will be looked at, but... Bakugou is just going to fucking spoon the boy so he isn't miserable sleeping. Thankfully, the cooler side of Todoroki is comforting against his hot skin, and he tucks his face against the back of Todoroki's neck along the hairline.]
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It helps to hear the tired response from Bakugou, Todoroki softly laughing under his breath as he finally relaxes his tense body.
The bed is definitely not made for two people, but it wasn't too bad, he decides. Without the nervousness there, it feels strangely comfortable sleeping with another so close.
Todoroki's eyes crack open in the darkness when he feels Bakugou shifting onto his side. He can't blame the blond.
But then all too suddenly, Bakugou is adjusting him, forcing Todoroki to face the wall, with the other's warm body pressed at his back. There's no stopping the red at his face this time, but the dark room helps to cover it up. He isn't sure if he should rest his hand over Bakugou's or let it bundle at his chest.
In the end, Todoroki goes for burying his face into the bed while his fingers brush over Bakugou's arm. He was becoming too tired trying to figure so many things out. Besides, this position was far more comfortable than on his back, and Bakugou's breath was nice against his neck. ]
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It's easy to sleep, and he does so quicker this way than he had lying on his back, uncomfortable. And even though Todoroki can't exactly see him, he's much cuter this way, sleeping, still and quiet with no yelling and the deep rises and falls of his chest.
Occasionally, he'll twitch, a motion mostly in his arms and the curl of his fists, but really he doesn't do a whole lot of tossing and turning. In fact, he doesn't budge for the longest time unless Todoroki happens to move him by shifting or turning over, and even then, all he'd do is roll partially onto his back again.
And, thankfully, the alcohol keeps him asleep instead of waking him up with nausea. When he goes out, he's out, all the way up until early morning when, despite being abused, his body thinks he should rise. It's not hard to tell he's waking; his face pinches, grimaces, and the typical Bakugou sour returns in droves.
His head screams when he opens his eyes, so he shuts them again, tries squinting instead, and then simply rolls his arm over the top half of his head. The grunt is supposed to be a growl of annoyance, but his throat is dry and hoarse. His mouth feels like it's piled with cotton.
Vodka is the worst.]
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He stays in that position for most of the night until Bakugou stirs awake. When he feels the blond begin to move, Todoroki scoots closer, holds Bakugou tighter.
He doesn't want to wake up, is perfectly fine basking in this warmth. It's far too early, not when they had been up for most of the night. There weren't any classes, so he couldn't understand why Bakugou would be rising this early. Although, if Todoroki was being honest, even on his light days, he also arose early.
When he feels more movement from Bakugou, Todoroki blinks open his eyes. He's a little aware of some light chitchat outside the door, possibly down the hall. He ignores it, in favor of lifting his head which had come to rest over Bakugou's chest. A quick glance at his classmate says it all of how the other was feeling. Todoroki sits up, raising his hand to rub at his eyes. ]
I'll get you some water.
[ He mumbles the words tiredly, then climbs over Bakugou's body, careful where he places his knees and hands so as to not make it worst. He grabs the empty water bottle and leaves, to go and retrieve water for Bakugou.
It takes probably longer than it should, not because he was too sleepy or dragging along, but to his slight embarrassment, Midoriya catches him leaving Bakugou's room. Thankfully, the other boy doesn't press for too many questions, but it doesn't help that Midoriya points out his disheveled hair and tired eyes, and asks if he fell asleep possibly studying with Bakugou. Todoroki changes the subject however, that he's really thirsty and Midoriya quickly apologises with a smile. As soon as he leaves, Todoroki finishes up his quest and retrieves the water, returning back to Bakugou's room without any more incidents. ]
Here, Bakugou.
[ Todoroki offers the bottle with a stiffled yawn, before he climbs back into bed. He doubts he'll go back to sleep, but he still wanted to enjoy the warmth a little longer. ]
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When Todoroki comes back, he doesn't even remove his arm when he lifts his free one up to open his fingers so Todoroki can place the bottle of water in his hand, and then he holds it. Lowers it to rest against his ribs.
Sitting up enough to drink feels like a chore, and he's wondering if he's going to be sick trying. After a long few moments, he takes his arm down and turns enough to the side to hoist himself on his elbow. His head swims, pounds, and he grits his teeth against the small wave of nausea, but drinks the water anyway, trying not to chug it.
After another sip, he puts the bottle on the nightstand and carefully turns back over to lie on his side, keeping his eyes closed and his brows knotted. The thanks he mutters is grouchy, but soft enough to be sincere.
He doesn't deserve Todoroki, honestly!!]
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As soon as Bakugou places the bottle down, Todoroki slides closer, sliding his hand around his classmates waist, rubbing his fingers absentmindedly against Bakugou's back.
The grouchy response only earns a small hum, with Todoroki closing his eyes after. He's half happy that he's avoided the hangover honestly.
Sorry, Bakugou!
After a few minutes, Todoroki does decide to speak up. It wasn't like they could sleep in bed all day long. ]
Do you have to be anywhere today?
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Finally, his eyes open just slightly. He seems drowsy or dazed for it, his expression sour and then softer with a frown.]
Well, I ain't fuckin' doing anything now.
[Reaching up, he takes Todoroki's arm off his waist if it's the one attuned to ice; if not, he leaves it and instead digs for the right one. Bringing it up, he presses it down over the side of his face, turning his cheek and brow into the palm, pulling it further down over his neck to let it rest. It isn't icy, but the skin is cooler and feels good on his skin. Feels good on his headache.]
You can leave if you want or whatever.
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Todoroki does crack his eyes open though, when Bakugou reaches for his arm. (Thankfully the hand resting on Bakugou's chest is his hot side, otherwise he might feel insulted of being forced to move,) As it's the one tucked under his head, Todoroki is forced to adjust himself, finding it awkward to lay in any position until he chooses to rest his head beside his other arm, over Bakugou's chest.
Todoroki allows the barest hint of cold to form at his touch, assisting the best he could for Bakugou. ]
I don't want to leave. Do you want me to leave?
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And then, after a pause, he gently bulldozes himself over so Todoroki is the one lying back and he's sprawled half on top of the other boy's chest. One arm slides under Todoroki's neck, and other stretches across to Todoroki's other side.
He tucks his face in the dipped groove of Todoroki's collar, hiding his face under the other boy's jaw and in the cool side of the neck.
Todoroki is lucky. Morning Bakugou and hangover Bakugou are tired enough to be considerably affectionate. A side maybe only Kirishima has seen glimpses of and lived to tell, not that the redhead would. He's quiet up until he clears his throat even if his voice still sounds like gravel anyway.]
My mouth tastes like someone's fucking asshole, and I feel like shit. I think my brain is going to bleed out of my fucking skull. Meanwhile, you're laid back like a goddamn cheater. I'm never drinking with you again, jackass.
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At least, he was enjoying it until Bakugou takes it upon himself to switch them around, with him sprawled onto his back.
Instinctively, Todoroki raises up his hands, cradling Bakugou's body, the colder hand combing through the mess of blond hair. He finds he doesn't mind this rare sight. This was a side of Bakugou he's sure not many have seen. It was definitely a change from the rough and loud attitude. ]
Just because I don't have a hangover doesn't mean I didn't suffer. That vodka made me horny, and I couldn't control my quirk. [ Which he would still choose in favor of a hangover. ] Let me choose the drink next time. One that won't affect my quirk.
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You won’t shut the hell up until I do.
[Tipping his head down a bit, he tried to get the fingers to sweep over his skull. The feeling of the fingers is erogenous, bringing goosebumps out on his arms and making him partially hard. He isn’t aroused so much as simply pleased by the feeling. The shred of dignity he has left it kept because he won’t lift his face out of Todoroki’s neck.]
It better not be shit.
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[ A small victory. Todoroki would figure out the liquor type later on, when they made plans to drink again. He's positive Bakugou wouldn't want to go through this again tomorrow morning. He'd let the blond rest a day or two before bringing it up again.
Todoroki follows the lead Bakugou nonverbally asks of him, pressing icy fingers to Bakugou's head. Of course, as he goes about doing so, he can feel the goosebumps with his other hand, and the twitching between Bakugou's legs. Todoroki doesn't say anything towards it, just allows his quirk to continue to press cooly at Bakugou's body. ]
I'll steal something from my old man's collection. It'll be good, I promise.
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Todoroki gets a soft, airy grunt.]
Why you always takin’ shit from Endeavor? [His eyes open, lashes brushing the skin of Todoroki’s neck as he flicks them up and then down.] If he finds out, he’s gonna put you in a damn urn.
I ain’t really got time to fight that bastard right now or anything.
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[ Todoroki responds easily. Really, it's his own fault for bringing up his old man, he supposes. Still, he hadn't figured Bakugou would come to his father's defense. Then again, he's only told Midoriys of his rocky relationship with his old man. ]
Don't worry about him. There's not a whole lot he can do.
[ He says the words quietly while combing his hand back through Bakugou's wild hair. He wants to not think of Endeavour when they're laid together so intimately. His father is the last thing he wants on his mind. Although, with what Bakugou said... ]
Are you saying you'll fight my old man to protect me from him, Bakugou?
[ It's genuinely confusing on Todoroki's part, rather than teasing the other. He's not completely sure he had understood Bakugou correctly. ]
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