[Typically, Bakugou doesn’t answer for a while, pretending as if he’s resting his hangover instead of making it worse by talking. The lashes brush closed and stay this way, too, until they tickle when he opens his eyes again.]
Nah. [Todoroki may or may not take him at face value; it’s a lie, a bad one, a dodge. His answer took too long to give for it to be Bakugou.] I just want the Number One spot, and he’s in my fucking way.
[But beating the shit out of Endeavor on Todoroki’s behalf is a good way to get the man out of the place he wants? It’s fine. Bakugou doesn’t offer any other explanation or excuses regarding what he’d be fighting the flaming man for really.
He bobs his head barely to urge Todoroki to keep combing fingers through his hair. Greedy.]]
[ Todoroki almost assumes Bakugou has fallen asleep with how long he takes to answer. He's okay with that though, to let the question hang in the air while he holds the blond. He's only mildly surprised when Bakugou does finally answer, Todoroki's hand midway through the mess of hair.
He smiles at the response nonetheless, patting the top of Bakugou's head softly, almost like petting a dog or cat. ]
You'll have to get in line.
[ Both for the spot of Number One Hero, and the simple fact that Todoroki wouldn't feel accomplished with his training until he's beaten his father.
The demanding nudging earns a sigh, but Todoroki gives in, combs both hands through Bakugou's hair, only using his colder hand to touch near the forehead. He could afford to play along, Todoroki supposes. Besides, this was a rare sight to behold. ]
Tch... [The fingers are incredibly good, and he had forgotten just how good from never being not rowdy enough to let anyone get close enough. His mom maybe, a long time ago when he was a kid, but even then, it's not the same as having a peer with more feelings graze the scalp with nails.] Not behind you, that's for fucking sure.
[Under his breath, he moans, a very soft and airy noise mixed with deeper breaths. The rhythm is lulling, and he can't keep his eyes open this early and this hungover.
So he closes them and keeps his face tucked away into the alcove of Todoroki's neck. Murmurs something inaudible as dozing takes him. Todoroki will just be stuck beneath a fourth of him for a short while, arms looped under and over. At least he's not yelling. At least he's not exploding?
At least he looks a hell of a lot better when he's sleeping and now scowling so much.]
[ But he drops the subject after that, begins to lose himself in this soft side of Bakugou. It really wasn't so bad. There was no arguing or rough barks, just quietness and comfort.
Todoroki does enjoy the brash attitude, finds it arousing and intoxicating. But this, this also had it's appeal.
With the warm body on top and soft breaths at his neck, Todoroki finds himself closing his eyes and being lulled away. His fingers begin to stop in their comfort, but remain buried in blond hair, kneading at times.
He's not sure how long he sleeps like this, not until his body wants to move, and he instinctively holds Bakugou closer, breathing out icy air in the process. ]
[Surprisingly, the chill Todoroki exudes doesn’t bother him as much as it keeps him from sweating. He’s cool and dry, and he stirs faintly when Todoroki draws him closer. The hangover is still present—some. He has dry mouth again, but less of a headache, and the nausea is gone.
He thinks he must have slept a few hours more.
But he lets himself rise to consciousness rather than jerk awake. Floating up and openijg his eyes, closing them and feeling both himself and Todoroki for a while. After what feels like forever, longer than what it probably is actually, he pushes up on his forearm and lifts his head to blink at the other boy. Cool fog. He doesn’t onow how Todoroki manages to sleep chilled.
Quietly, he hovers and watches Todoroki’s face, looking it over. He’s not sure if he’s exactly expecting to see something, anything, but it feels more... intimate to see someone sleeping.]
Oi, ice maker. [His voice is low even if it’s teasing.] They gave us air con in the room. Do I gotta strap you to the wall?
[ Todoroki is a little aware of Bakugou moving about, but it's not enough to fully stir him awake. He just holds onto Bakugou tighter, not wanting to wake from his second rest again.
But he hears Bakugou speaking, so his eyes flutter open and he groans from the haze of sleep. ]
You were the one demanding my colder side earlier.
[ He replies tiredly, stifling a yawn while he fully tries to wake himself up now. With his hands still buried through the mess of blond hair, Todoroki runs his colder side to Bakugou's forehead. ]
[The cool hand feels good, and he turns his head into it a moment, turns it away to let it slide down over his cheek and jaw. Feels good, but brings goosebumps out on his arms. Beckons him, and he lowers himself back down on Todoroki’s chest where he can again tuck his face in the other boy’s neck.]
Still feel like shit, but better, I guess.
[He’s there for several long handfuls of moments, and then he carefully rolls onto his back to see if his head swins. It doesn’t, only aches faintly all over from ear to ear. He’ll take something for it when he gets up, he thinks. The problem is going to be getting up with Todoroki so comfortable beside him.]
[ Todoroki hides his smile while he goes about cooling Bakugou further, following the motions Bakugou requests of him nonverbally. He finds himself liking this more, an affectionate Bakugou that he doesn't allow anyone to see.
It's a shame when the blond eventually rolls over. Todoroki didn't think he'd miss the other's warmth as much as he does. Still, they couldn't sleep in bed all day, he tells himself. With a small sigh, Todoroki sits up, rubbing the back of neck, massaging a small ache there. ]
You might feel better if you got food in your stomach.
[ As he replies, he brushes a cold hand through Bakugou's hair again, thumb purposely rubbing at the other's forehead. ]
As comfortable as it is having you warm me up, we can't stay in your bed all day.
[Despite the somewhat general sour look on his face, Bakugou closes his eyes when the pleasant hand skirts through his fuzzy, spiked hair. The thumb gets slightly pinched brows, not from annoyance, but the relief of chill against the throbbing headache.] Mn. [Slowly, his eyes open again, already peering up at Todoroki’s face.
He looks for a bit, not saying anything, expression drowsy and miserable. Tired, a little lazy. He reaches up and grasps Todoroki by the wrist, grip tight but not painful. There’s a pause, as if he’s deciding.
And then he pulls the arm up by his shoulder, tugging Todoroki down toward his chest and his face. He tips his chin up and head back, either offering the other boy his lips or maybe waiting, like a predator, until Todoroki is close enough for him to snag the ones lowering toward him.]
[ He's not sure what he's expecting Bakugou to do. Kicking him out of bed was definitely at the top of the list, maybe Bakugou falling back sleep. Being tugged onto the blond's chest had to be far for what he expected, but definitely not unwelcomed.
He'd choose this option rather than getting sent out the door.
Todoroki doesn't even fight it, even adjusts his body so his legs come to rest on either side of Bakugou's body. His hands rest over the toned chest, rubbing idly along the expanse of Bakugou's chest from below him. ]
Do you want to stay all day in bed with me, Bakugou?
[ As he asks, Todoroki takes what he assumes is a signal, and leans down to seal the distance between their lips, kissing Bakugou slowly and long. ]
[Bakugou takes the opportunity to not answer because his mouth is occupied with Todoroki’s, and he’s greedy. And he just wants to kiss the other boy lazily. It should be something tender and maybe kind of endearing, but it unfortunately starts riling him up. It’s how he is, and he can’t help it.
The long, slow kiss turns somewhat hungry. His arms loop around Todoroki and the fingers dive up into the mismatched hair, holding Todoroki captive while he unintentionally makes the kiss deeper. When the warm tingle of want rolls down over him, makes him flushed, he draws back and exhales heavily.]
Maybe not all fucking day.
[The hands loosen and drop down around Todoroki’s shoulders and arms, and he lets his head fall back snd his body sink with forced defeat. Fucking... hangover, he thinks. And going all in the night before. It’ll take him the whole day of resting just to keep his own stupid promise later.]
You realize you don’t gotta fucking stay, right? I know those other chucklefucks are your friends. It’s your day off, too. Hang out with them or whatever you morons do, if you want. Didn’t I say you can make your own damn choices?
[ Todoroki melts into the kiss, relishing the lazy kiss with a quiet moan. It's different and slow, Todoroki feels his body working up just from the long way their lips dance between each other.
But then it's becoming intense and passionate, and Todoroki finds he appreciates this more, has to tilt his head so he can enjoy their kiss more. His body is heating up at the intensity, and Todoroki can't resist squirming on top of Bakugou. He rubs his head up as much as possible without breaking the kiss, trying to get more attention to his hair.
It's a shame when the kiss ends, leaving Todoroki catching his breath, cheeks tinted a soft hue. ]
I'm fully aware, Bakugou. I could have left at any time too. [ As he speaks, Todoroki leans down to press his lips fleetingly against Bakugou's neck. ] Is it so bad that I don't mind spending my day here? I still think you need to eat, just to help with your hangover.
[But he's not making any motion to do that. Not right now.
Lazily, he tips his head in the opposite direction, brandishing his neck and giving Todoroki room to sweep the lips over him. The muscles shift when he swallows, and his eyes half lid for a moment or two.] I'd rather eat you. [His mouth opens some. Todoroki's shoulder, up near the rounded joint, gets a bite of Bakugou's teeth, something almost playful with the way his lips curl against the skin.
When he pulls back, his look is heady and arrogant. The smile is a ghost of a thing on his face, but it's in his red eyes as he peers up at Todoroki from below his light-colored lashes.]
You're playin' a dangerous fucking game hanging with me, Halfy.
[ Todoroki takes advantage of the neck given to him, kissing and nipping in no general direction, raising his body closer so he can successfully suck on a spot at the junction of Bakugou's neck. He's still biting softly when he hears Bakugou, moaning around the skin in his mouth when he feels the blond bite down on his shoulder.
Until he's sure he's left a mark, Todoroki only pulls his mouth away then. It's a soft purple, like a bruise. Todoroki smiles, and licks over the mark he created. ]
I'm shaking in fear. [ He remarks playfully, leaning forward to bump their foreheads together. ] What's so dangerous about you, Bakugou?
[The playful taunt makes his face pinch sourly under the tapped foreheads. All furrowed brows and curled, thing lips. Though he seems highly offended, there doesn't thankfully appear to be any sudden urge to retaliate with physical violence.
Not even any real yelling.]
Everything, you split fuck. [His hands clamp down on either side of Todoroki's hips, fingers curling, pinning the other boy in place.] And don't you fucking forget it either. I'm the most dangerous one of all of us.
If you don't think I won't blast you through the ceiling and out the roof, you've got another thing coming.
[ The sudden grip at his hips earns a wince, but it doesn't hurt. More of a inconvenience that keeps him pinned on Bakugou's lap. But if Todoroki was being honest with himself, he knows he likes it. ]
I expect you would, if push came to shove. It's why you're so thrilling.
[ Reaching his hand up, he combs his fingers through the mess of blond hair again. ]
I want to see how rough you can get in bed. If your dangerous there as you are on the battlefield.
Shove your-- [The ire roused up by what he considered unnecessary compliments is extinguished easily by the hands in his hair, over his scalp. He hums, hoarse and low.] More dangerous.
You play with fucking dynamite, and you'll be wanting to blow shit up every time, Icy-Hot. [The briefly lidded eyes open, don't stay away from Todoroki's face.] Why?
Getting hurt doesn't scare you? Getting rough with me isn't a slap on the ass.
[ It's amazing how pliant Bakugou becomes when given attention at his hair. It kind of reminds him of an angry cat, until you scratch it behind the ears. ]
There's always a chance to become addicted. But, right now, it's only fun. You shouldn't have to hold yourself back if you don't want to.
[ He hums, considers Bakugou's question. Getting hurt doesn't scare him, but it's definitely a concern. Naturally, he doesn't want to end up at Recovery Girl's office. ]
Don't get me wrong, I'd like to see all sides of you. But, I can take a hit, Bakugou. If you want to go all out, I don't mind. I'm curious is all, with how much you hold back.
Tch. [Gently, he rolls his head back and forth to force the fingers to rub through his hair again.
Ugh, he despises how good it feels, warm and cool hands both getting the strands to stick up more than they already do.] How much I hold back, huh? You're just fucking out to see what all I can do.
Trying to weasel out my damn secrets. [It doesn't sound exactly like he's angry about it, mostly musing.] I said I'd show you anyway. [He juts his chin a second in a beckoning fashion.]
Gimme your ear, and I'll tell you what all I'll do to you.
[ Todoroki resists rolling his eyes, but doesn't stop his motions, gives Bakugou what he desires. Fingers continue to comb through the blond hair, skimming along the soft spikes. It's amazing how Bakugou's hair remains this soft, despite the look to it. ]
Don't be ridiculous. If I wanted to find out about all your secrets through sex, I would have jumped into your bed a lot sooner. [ Or Midoriya's, if he wanted detailed notes.
Even though that felt more like cheating.
But he humors Bakugou, dragging his hands away from blond hair, bracing them against Bakugou's chest as he leans down, so that he can rest his chin on the other's shoulder. ]
[A small smirk curls his lips when Todoroki complies. He waits until the head is by his own, until the ear is close to his mouth. He doesn't have to yell; his voice is gently hoarse and rumbling low.
Full of pleased smugness.] I'm gonna fill that damn mouth of yours until your eyes water because it looks better full of my dick than empty. I could cum in your mouth and make you fucking tell me how good it is, but I won't.
I'll save it for when I put my dick you. No condom this time. I want you to fucking feel me.
[ The whispered promises almost make Todoroki squirm in place. He stares intently at Bakugou's shoulder, his fingernails biting into skin. In a way, it doesn't feel fair that Bakugou can get him like this.
He forces his body to calm down, but despite the smile at his lips, there's a definite tint of red at his cheeks. ]
Then do as you will. Whether it's my mouth or inside me, I'll take everything you give me.
[ He sits up then, to meet Bakugou's gaze, voice dropping to a whisper. ]
But if you want to know how good it is to swallow your cum, I liked it enough that you can use my mouth whenever you like.
[While the relative smugness doesn't exactly leave, it is Bakugou's turn to get faintly red high on the cheeks and over the shells of his ears. Ugh... His words were all dirty talk. Honest, but dirty.
Todoroki's words are just purely sincere.]
You say that shit with the straightest fucking face, you bastard. [It makes him embarrassed the words are offered for only him. Makes his dick half hard, but the soreness feels good. Reminds him.] Get up.
I need to take something for this fucking headache, and we should eat.
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Nah. [Todoroki may or may not take him at face value; it’s a lie, a bad one, a dodge. His answer took too long to give for it to be Bakugou.] I just want the Number One spot, and he’s in my fucking way.
[But beating the shit out of Endeavor on Todoroki’s behalf is a good way to get the man out of the place he wants? It’s fine. Bakugou doesn’t offer any other explanation or excuses regarding what he’d be fighting the flaming man for really.
He bobs his head barely to urge Todoroki to keep combing fingers through his hair. Greedy.]]
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He smiles at the response nonetheless, patting the top of Bakugou's head softly, almost like petting a dog or cat. ]
You'll have to get in line.
[ Both for the spot of Number One Hero, and the simple fact that Todoroki wouldn't feel accomplished with his training until he's beaten his father.
The demanding nudging earns a sigh, but Todoroki gives in, combs both hands through Bakugou's hair, only using his colder hand to touch near the forehead. He could afford to play along, Todoroki supposes. Besides, this was a rare sight to behold. ]
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[Under his breath, he moans, a very soft and airy noise mixed with deeper breaths. The rhythm is lulling, and he can't keep his eyes open this early and this hungover.
So he closes them and keeps his face tucked away into the alcove of Todoroki's neck. Murmurs something inaudible as dozing takes him. Todoroki will just be stuck beneath a fourth of him for a short while, arms looped under and over. At least he's not yelling. At least he's not exploding?
At least he looks a hell of a lot better when he's sleeping and now scowling so much.]
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[ But he drops the subject after that, begins to lose himself in this soft side of Bakugou. It really wasn't so bad. There was no arguing or rough barks, just quietness and comfort.
Todoroki does enjoy the brash attitude, finds it arousing and intoxicating. But this, this also had it's appeal.
With the warm body on top and soft breaths at his neck, Todoroki finds himself closing his eyes and being lulled away. His fingers begin to stop in their comfort, but remain buried in blond hair, kneading at times.
He's not sure how long he sleeps like this, not until his body wants to move, and he instinctively holds Bakugou closer, breathing out icy air in the process. ]
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He thinks he must have slept a few hours more.
But he lets himself rise to consciousness rather than jerk awake. Floating up and openijg his eyes, closing them and feeling both himself and Todoroki for a while. After what feels like forever, longer than what it probably is actually, he pushes up on his forearm and lifts his head to blink at the other boy. Cool fog. He doesn’t onow how Todoroki manages to sleep chilled.
Quietly, he hovers and watches Todoroki’s face, looking it over. He’s not sure if he’s exactly expecting to see something, anything, but it feels more... intimate to see someone sleeping.]
Oi, ice maker. [His voice is low even if it’s teasing.] They gave us air con in the room. Do I gotta strap you to the wall?
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But he hears Bakugou speaking, so his eyes flutter open and he groans from the haze of sleep. ]
You were the one demanding my colder side earlier.
[ He replies tiredly, stifling a yawn while he fully tries to wake himself up now. With his hands still buried through the mess of blond hair, Todoroki runs his colder side to Bakugou's forehead. ]
How's your hangover?
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[The cool hand feels good, and he turns his head into it a moment, turns it away to let it slide down over his cheek and jaw. Feels good, but brings goosebumps out on his arms. Beckons him, and he lowers himself back down on Todoroki’s chest where he can again tuck his face in the other boy’s neck.]
Still feel like shit, but better, I guess.
[He’s there for several long handfuls of moments, and then he carefully rolls onto his back to see if his head swins. It doesn’t, only aches faintly all over from ear to ear. He’ll take something for it when he gets up, he thinks. The problem is going to be getting up with Todoroki so comfortable beside him.]
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It's a shame when the blond eventually rolls over. Todoroki didn't think he'd miss the other's warmth as much as he does. Still, they couldn't sleep in bed all day, he tells himself. With a small sigh, Todoroki sits up, rubbing the back of neck, massaging a small ache there. ]
You might feel better if you got food in your stomach.
[ As he replies, he brushes a cold hand through Bakugou's hair again, thumb purposely rubbing at the other's forehead. ]
As comfortable as it is having you warm me up, we can't stay in your bed all day.
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He looks for a bit, not saying anything, expression drowsy and miserable. Tired, a little lazy. He reaches up and grasps Todoroki by the wrist, grip tight but not painful. There’s a pause, as if he’s deciding.
And then he pulls the arm up by his shoulder, tugging Todoroki down toward his chest and his face. He tips his chin up and head back, either offering the other boy his lips or maybe waiting, like a predator, until Todoroki is close enough for him to snag the ones lowering toward him.]
We can do whatever the hell we wanna.
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He'd choose this option rather than getting sent out the door.
Todoroki doesn't even fight it, even adjusts his body so his legs come to rest on either side of Bakugou's body. His hands rest over the toned chest, rubbing idly along the expanse of Bakugou's chest from below him. ]
Do you want to stay all day in bed with me, Bakugou?
[ As he asks, Todoroki takes what he assumes is a signal, and leans down to seal the distance between their lips, kissing Bakugou slowly and long. ]
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The long, slow kiss turns somewhat hungry. His arms loop around Todoroki and the fingers dive up into the mismatched hair, holding Todoroki captive while he unintentionally makes the kiss deeper. When the warm tingle of want rolls down over him, makes him flushed, he draws back and exhales heavily.]
Maybe not all fucking day.
[The hands loosen and drop down around Todoroki’s shoulders and arms, and he lets his head fall back snd his body sink with forced defeat. Fucking... hangover, he thinks. And going all in the night before. It’ll take him the whole day of resting just to keep his own stupid promise later.]
You realize you don’t gotta fucking stay, right? I know those other chucklefucks are your friends. It’s your day off, too. Hang out with them or whatever you morons do, if you want. Didn’t I say you can make your own damn choices?
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But then it's becoming intense and passionate, and Todoroki finds he appreciates this more, has to tilt his head so he can enjoy their kiss more. His body is heating up at the intensity, and Todoroki can't resist squirming on top of Bakugou. He rubs his head up as much as possible without breaking the kiss, trying to get more attention to his hair.
It's a shame when the kiss ends, leaving Todoroki catching his breath, cheeks tinted a soft hue. ]
I'm fully aware, Bakugou. I could have left at any time too. [ As he speaks, Todoroki leans down to press his lips fleetingly against Bakugou's neck. ] Is it so bad that I don't mind spending my day here? I still think you need to eat, just to help with your hangover.
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[But he's not making any motion to do that. Not right now.
Lazily, he tips his head in the opposite direction, brandishing his neck and giving Todoroki room to sweep the lips over him. The muscles shift when he swallows, and his eyes half lid for a moment or two.] I'd rather eat you. [His mouth opens some. Todoroki's shoulder, up near the rounded joint, gets a bite of Bakugou's teeth, something almost playful with the way his lips curl against the skin.
When he pulls back, his look is heady and arrogant. The smile is a ghost of a thing on his face, but it's in his red eyes as he peers up at Todoroki from below his light-colored lashes.]
You're playin' a dangerous fucking game hanging with me, Halfy.
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Until he's sure he's left a mark, Todoroki only pulls his mouth away then. It's a soft purple, like a bruise. Todoroki smiles, and licks over the mark he created. ]
I'm shaking in fear. [ He remarks playfully, leaning forward to bump their foreheads together. ] What's so dangerous about you, Bakugou?
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Not even any real yelling.]
Everything, you split fuck. [His hands clamp down on either side of Todoroki's hips, fingers curling, pinning the other boy in place.] And don't you fucking forget it either. I'm the most dangerous one of all of us.
If you don't think I won't blast you through the ceiling and out the roof, you've got another thing coming.
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I expect you would, if push came to shove. It's why you're so thrilling.
[ Reaching his hand up, he combs his fingers through the mess of blond hair again. ]
I want to see how rough you can get in bed. If your dangerous there as you are on the battlefield.
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You play with fucking dynamite, and you'll be wanting to blow shit up every time, Icy-Hot. [The briefly lidded eyes open, don't stay away from Todoroki's face.] Why?
Getting hurt doesn't scare you? Getting rough with me isn't a slap on the ass.
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There's always a chance to become addicted. But, right now, it's only fun. You shouldn't have to hold yourself back if you don't want to.
[ He hums, considers Bakugou's question. Getting hurt doesn't scare him, but it's definitely a concern. Naturally, he doesn't want to end up at Recovery Girl's office. ]
Don't get me wrong, I'd like to see all sides of you. But, I can take a hit, Bakugou. If you want to go all out, I don't mind. I'm curious is all, with how much you hold back.
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Ugh, he despises how good it feels, warm and cool hands both getting the strands to stick up more than they already do.] How much I hold back, huh? You're just fucking out to see what all I can do.
Trying to weasel out my damn secrets. [It doesn't sound exactly like he's angry about it, mostly musing.] I said I'd show you anyway. [He juts his chin a second in a beckoning fashion.]
Gimme your ear, and I'll tell you what all I'll do to you.
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Don't be ridiculous. If I wanted to find out about all your secrets through sex, I would have jumped into your bed a lot sooner. [ Or Midoriya's, if he wanted detailed notes.
Even though that felt more like cheating.
But he humors Bakugou, dragging his hands away from blond hair, bracing them against Bakugou's chest as he leans down, so that he can rest his chin on the other's shoulder. ]
And what will you do to me, Bakugou?
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Full of pleased smugness.] I'm gonna fill that damn mouth of yours until your eyes water because it looks better full of my dick than empty. I could cum in your mouth and make you fucking tell me how good it is, but I won't.
I'll save it for when I put my dick you. No condom this time. I want you to fucking feel me.
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He forces his body to calm down, but despite the smile at his lips, there's a definite tint of red at his cheeks. ]
Then do as you will. Whether it's my mouth or inside me, I'll take everything you give me.
[ He sits up then, to meet Bakugou's gaze, voice dropping to a whisper. ]
But if you want to know how good it is to swallow your cum, I liked it enough that you can use my mouth whenever you like.
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Todoroki's words are just purely sincere.]
You say that shit with the straightest fucking face, you bastard. [It makes him embarrassed the words are offered for only him. Makes his dick half hard, but the soreness feels good. Reminds him.] Get up.
I need to take something for this fucking headache, and we should eat.