[Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is, and it's always going to be. He can't believe that this is a thing that's happening, that Bakugou wants him as much as the reverse is true, but as the other boy straddles his hips, he can see that much is true.
His eyes wander down from Katsuki's face, over a muscled chest and taut abs, and down lower still to see the proof of those words that he can feel pressed against him. The weight of Bakugou pinning him feels so good, so different from when it happens in sparring, and he's pretty sure this is going to change that, too.
Shouto's hands lift as he shakes his hair back out of his face, fingertips light against the other's stomach, tracing as they make their way upwards, exploring the shape of him, and then making their way down again, like he's memorizing him by feel alone. The feel of him, the sound of his breathing, the way he says Shouto's name--he'll never get enough of any of this.]
What is it, Katsuki?
[His voice is husky, low, a little rough, and his eyes seem to burn as they're fixed on the blonde, and he can't help shifting just a little underneath him, breath catching as he feels that friction even more. God, this feels so much better than he could have imagined.]
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His eyes wander down from Katsuki's face, over a muscled chest and taut abs, and down lower still to see the proof of those words that he can feel pressed against him. The weight of Bakugou pinning him feels so good, so different from when it happens in sparring, and he's pretty sure this is going to change that, too.
Shouto's hands lift as he shakes his hair back out of his face, fingertips light against the other's stomach, tracing as they make their way upwards, exploring the shape of him, and then making their way down again, like he's memorizing him by feel alone. The feel of him, the sound of his breathing, the way he says Shouto's name--he'll never get enough of any of this.]
What is it, Katsuki?
[His voice is husky, low, a little rough, and his eyes seem to burn as they're fixed on the blonde, and he can't help shifting just a little underneath him, breath catching as he feels that friction even more. God, this feels so much better than he could have imagined.]