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[Katsuki rolls his eyes. Shouto says it so bluntly, with such sincerity, that there's no way he thinks that he's lying. It's exactly the kind of stupid remark he would make. He doesn't know why it makes that warm feeling in his chest swell.]

Food's right there, asshole.

[He's so warm. So much that he doesn't mind the way he buries his face in his neck, practically touching his throat, close enough to tear it open if he wanted-

His stomach drops when Shouto moves away, the skin on his neck oddly chilled. Why'd he move away? In irritation, and something else, Katsuki moves his hands down Shouto's back, enjoying the muscles he's worked to built, until they rest above his tail.]

Fuck yeah. It's better than that artificial shit they sell... You ever hike before? Because you wanted to, not because you were forced to.

You smell better. Don't want food right now.

[So far, Katsuki doesn't seem to be complaining, or moving at all, so Shouto feels reasonably comfortable in being a brat. Katsuki can handle it, and sometimes--a lot of the time--Shouto privately thinks he might enjoy it. At least, he knows he does.

As those hands move away from his hair and down his spine, Katsuki gets his wish, and Shouto buries his face in the other boy's neck again, lips pressed against the hollow of his collarbone and nose against the join of his shoulder. It's warm and comfortable, and he likes the way he can feel the rumble of Katsuki's words in his chest. He likes the way those strangely soft palms skate over his back, too, and arches into that touch almost despite himself, tail twitching and lifting to drape itself over Katsuki's thigh as he tangles their legs together. Camping, he's talking about camping. Shouto should probably say something instead of just breathing in his smell.]

Mm-mm. Never really had a chance. M'sure Endeavor would've put me out there for a month if he thought it'd make me use that half of my quirk.

[Whatever. He didn't, though, and he won't, and honestly Shouto thinks he's got a better idea.]

We can go sometime. If you wanna.

Stop copyin' me... Didn't want food first.

[He does enjoy it. He enjoys it a lot, the same way he enjoys getting to blow shit up, or being able to go all out, using his quirk to cut dangerous corners at the last second and getting in a fight where he knows he won't come out unscathed. He enjoys it like that, but different.

He enjoys discovering more about Shouto, lean muscles juxtaposed by soft skin, while his warm breath plays on his neck. He enjoys how close Shouto's mouth is to his jugular, and the comfortable weight of his tail on his thighs. Without even thinking, his wings flutter a few times, dust falling into embers as it catches the light. He enjoys being this close to someone. It's...different.]

[He's quiet for a minute. And then his voice breaks the silence.] I did that once. There were some woods nearby, and I ran away to train like they do in the shows and shit. I thought, you know, I could spend a couple of months out and catch my food, forage, murder thunderstorms and then I'd be one step closer to All Might.

Anyway...the old hag found me an hour later. She screamed. I screamed. She fought me so I fought her back. She was so pissed,I was under house arrest for a month. [He snorts.] It wasn't the kind of training I had in mind.

[For a split-second, his eyes widen in surprise. Did he just...]

Whatever, Icy Hot. Don't expect me to go easy on you just because this is your first camping trip outside of school.

[The silence is comfortable. It always is, with Katsuki, and that's strange but also really, really nice. Shouto is content to let them both sit in the silence, his face pressed to Katsuki's pulse, until he starts talking again, and then he listens.]

Sounds like she was really worried about you. How old were you?

[It's probably not the answer Katsuki was expecting. But Shouto has a different perspective than most people. A different view of parents. At least he's easily distracted when Katsuki follows it up with a dismissal of his suggestion, and he stretches his legs a little, tangling them just a little closer.]

Didn't ask you to go easy on me. Asked if you wanted to. Do you?

[His lips brush the other boy's skin, breath warm against his ear as he burrows closer, voice a low, sleepy rumble. He can be stubborn. He wants an answer, and that's that.]

[Katsuki merely snorts at Shouto's take on it. He knows Shouto doesn't see parents the same way. He doesn't necessarily fully understand, but he accepts it.]

Six. She gave me a headache is all she did. Stupid loud hag doesn't know how to talk at a normal volume.

[Like you're one to talk??? He moves one arm back up around Shouto's shoulders, pulling him closer to his chest. Tangling their legs together is comfortable.

And then suddenly it's not. It is comfortable, but it's something else. Something that makes an electric jolt shoot up his spine, his chest tight yet bursting all at once. It takes all of his power not to gasp and inhale silently. What the fuck. What the fuck whatthefuck.]

...The hell did you say?

[He forgot they were having a conversation.]

Must run in the family.

[The words are a low murmur, barely a mumble. And yet they're almost weirdly affectionate. Katsuki's loud. It's just who he is, and how he deals with a lot of things, including discomfort or awkwardness. He's been learning that, these last six months and more. He's been learning a lot about the other boy. The feeling of their legs tangled together. The strength in that muscled arm pulling him closer, a comforting weight around his shoulders. The smell of him all around.

Shouto's fingers slip a little lower, then slide underneath Katsuki's shirt, brushing bare skin. He just wants more contact. He always does, during Cordis.]

I asked if you wanted to.

[Maybe he should clarify. If he's half dozing, maybe Katsuki is, too?]

Go camping?

You want to get murdered?

[He growls, almost playfully. It's nice to see Shouto intentionally be a jerk for once. He's started to learn that for the most part, he doesn't mean to be. He just sucks with people. That's fine with Katsuki; he does too. Shouto's personality is nothing like his looks. And yet here he is, greedily enjoying bo-

What the hell? This time, Katsuki does react, making some sort of strangled sound as Shouto's fingers dance on his skin. His fingers are a little cool against his bare skin, but he finds he doesn't mind it. What the fuck is he doing? Is he out of it? Katsuki doesn't know how to react, so he does what comes naturally: he retaliates with a hand on his thigh, the other one cupping Shouto's jaw to look down at him.]

Yeah. Whatever.

[Truthfully, Shouto doesn't know what he's doing. He's very decidedly not thinking about what he's doing, in fact, or about who he's doing it with and how crazy this is. He just knows it feels nice, and there's a strange kind of glee that ignites in him when he hears Katsuki make that strangled noise.

He did that. Just him, and just with a touch.

Almost dreamily he wonders if he could make him do that again, except Katsuki's moving now. There's a hand on his thigh, and that's nice, but it's the hand on his jaw that he leans into, eyes slowly opening as he answers.]

Then we'll--

[The words trail off as he opens his eyes fully, his gaze meeting Katsuki's, and for the first time it seems he realizes just how close the other boy is. He's so close, their faces are bare inches apart, and suddenly Shouto's aware of every single place their bodies are touching.

Suddenly, he's very warm, and his heart is doing very strange things in his chest as he licks his lips, unable to look away.

Don't be stupid. It's just Cordis. Don't do anything you can't take back.]

--we'll go. When it warms up. I heard there's flying sharks in the mountains where the dragons are. Could be fun.

[It's not a date! Probably. He doesn't want it to be. Maybe??? He's so confused right now.]

[Shouto's eyes are stunning. Katsuki can see the languid haze in those mismatched irises, his skin warm from the heat that just makes Shouto look so fucking alive. He wants more. A cute pink tongue peaks out to lick lips and Katsuki wonders if they'd be as soft against his as they were on his neck. Would Shouto be good at kissing, or would he be clumsy at it?

And where the hell did that come from? He's hardly even listening at this point, his own breathing and heartbeat drowning out the conversation. He stares at Shouto, pupils blown.]

Flying...sharks?

[What.

And just like that, Katsuki snaps out of it. Sort of. His heart is still hammering like a particularly strenuous day of training and while he may be leaning back, he hasn't let go.]

That's stupid! Sharks can't breath above water! What the fuck?! Who told you that?!

Edited 2020-03-09 07:13 (UTC)

[He's looking at Katsuki, and Katsuki is just looking back at him, eyes surprisingly dark with just a thin ring of red. He can feel a heartbeat pounding in his chest, but he's not sure if that heartbeat belongs to him or to the other boy. It's getting harder and harder to not do something he can't take back, and when Katsuki's eyes flicker down to his lips it's harder still. Maybe he's not the only one wondering.

It's a nice silence, fraught with a pounding energy he's surprised to find he likes, which of course means that Katsuki has to break it with an answer that's far too loud, making Shouto's ears lie back almost flat on his head. It's so loud, and the quiet had been so nice, and Katsuki's just gonna keep yelling, he always does this, and--

And Shouto's body is moving without his conscious instruction, closing the inches between them and pressing his lips to Katsuki's in a slightly clumsy kiss.]

[Katsuki doesn't get why his volume is a problem. He's just loud, and if more people were then maybe there wouldn't be so many shitty misunderstandings going on in the world. He does notice how Shouto's ears flatten, leaving him fascinated with their softness and how they just work with the rest of Shouto's features, and he certainly notices it when Shouto presses his mouth on his.

It works. Their teeth clack, but it's okay because Shouto's lips are soft, and he's too stunned to fight it. He doesn't want to fight it. Even with his heart trying to race out of his ribcage, his grip tensing up and then relaxing as he stares at Shouto and for the briefest moment his eyes are open and vulnerable with a mix of emotions.

Shouto's lips are really nice, even if he sucks at kissing...

Hang on. Is he trying to shut him up?! He'll have to try better than that. He shuts his eyes, tilting his head a little into the kiss and pressing his lips down firmly, his hands moving from Shouto's jaw to cup his face. Even his skin is soft. Bastard.]

Edited 2020-03-09 22:40 (UTC)

[For the first second, he can't believe what he's doing. For the second, he's bracing himself for Katsuki to hit him. The third, he's wondering why nothing is happening. And then the fourth...

In the fourth Katsuki is tilting his head and kissing him back, that hand cupping his face astonishingly soft and gentle. Katsuki is kissing him, and it's not the most skilled kiss in the world, but honestly that just makes him feel better about it. They're on the same level in this way, too, and the thought breeds some level of confidence.

Fingers creep lightly over the back of Katsuki's hand, holding it to his cheek, as his other brushes against the bare skin of the other's lower back once more, and for a long, dizzying moment he's not thinking anything at all.

He doesn't pull away at all until he's dizzy from lack of air and seeing stars, and even when he finally breaks away he doesn't go more than a fraction of an inch, breathing hard, eyes fixed on Katsuki's mouth as he licks his lips again, tasting the other on them. He tastes good. Distantly, Shouto wonders if this is just because of Cordis, but honestly? He can't seem to make himself care. And he certainly doesn't want to stop.]

[This feels really fucking good. Even though they're both clumsy about it, and even though he can't fully wrap his head around it, something about the warmth of Shouto's hand on his cheek and letting him get so close is terrifying and exciting all at once. He doesn't want to move, he wants to do better. There's a hand on his back and he shivers, pressing his lips firmly into Shouto's and scraping his teeth on the edge-

And then it's over. Katsuki finally breathes from his mouth rather than his nose and opens his eyes to stare into Shouto's, trying to gauge his reaction. It would be easy to blame Cordis. It would save him the embarrassment and awkwardness, but he doesn't particularly like feeling at the mercy of those shitty moons. He isn't sure what it is, but he doesn't care. He'll worry about it later.]

I'll win-

[He mutters before he leans in again to continue what Shouto's started.]

[It is both of those things, isn't it? Terrifying, thrilling, dangerous, exciting. He knows what Katsuki can do with those hands. And yet here he is, clasping one of those dangerous weapons to his cheek, and the feeling of teeth against his lip sends an involuntary shudder through him, his legs shifting against Katsuki's without any thought except to get closer.

It's not going to be difficult to figure out Shouto's reaction, even for Katsuki, who's about as good at reading people as Shouto himself is, which is to say not at all. His pupils are blown, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed. Maybe later he'll be embarrassed. Maybe an hour from now, maybe tomorrow. But not right now. Right now, all he feels as Katsuki leans back in is a surge of fierce triumph and the sparking rush of adrenaline. He'll win? They'll see about that.

This time, it's Shouto's turn to tilt his head, lips parted slightly as he kisses back, lifting a hand to sink into surprisingly fluffy blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki closer, shifting on the couch to draw him in. It's invitation as much as it is challenge, and he knows Katsuki will have about as much luck resisting that as he would.]

[Fuck, the only other time Katsuki has seen Shouto look this beautiful is during the sports festival. He's so vulnerable and dangerous and he thinks his chest might burst from knowing he's the one who got him to look like this. Instead he leans forward, falling into Shouto, his hands skating down over his chest. He can feel his firm pectorals even under the fabric of his shirt.

It's dizzying. Somehow Shouto has managed to tackle him right off his axis, but he doesn't give a shit about anything else, about what's going on around them. He just wants to experience more than this. He wants to taste Shouto's lips and see if he tastes as good as he smells and looks. Parting his lips, he traces his tongue along the outside of Shouto's lips, marveling their softness. He does taste good. He tangles his legs in the other's, breathing through his nose, but eventually he needs more air. He pulls away, but not before lightly biting Shouto's bottom lip, his face mere centimeters away. He can still feel his breath from here and count every gunmetal and robin's egg blue fleck in his irises.]

So? Did I do better?

[The feeling of a tongue on his lips makes his heart feel like it's going to leap straight out of his chest, like the floor's suddenly dropped out from under him. That's Katsuki's tongue, and the gesture makes him feel bolder, bold enough to return it. He tastes different. He tastes good. So much better than anything else, and he's tempted to do it again, lips parted and eyes closed, when suddenly there's a slight sharpness of teeth in his lower lip, enough to pull a faint sound of surprise from him. Surprise, yes, but definitely not a bad one. Maybe he could do it again. Maybe he will.

Except they both have to breathe, and finally it's Katsuki who pulls away, panting slightly, allowing Shouto a moment to catch his breath and look up at him, trying to focus on his words.]

Better...?

[Better than what? Better than his own? How's he supposed to know? And what was that about winning? Almost despite himself, Shouto can feel his lips curling in a smile that warms his expression, eyes almost luminous.]

Don't know. Maybe you should do it again, so I can have a better idea.

[What is he doing? What is he saying? Someone should stop this, but honestly it's not gonna be him right now. This feels too nice to stop, and his Cordis instincts are far too strong.]

[Shouto's doing the same to him and it feels fucking good, like a shot of adrenaline that makes him hyper-aware of every motion. He wishes he didn't have to breathe. All he wants right now is to keep his lips on Shouto's, to taste and discover everything he can. He tastes amazing and he wants to keep at it.

His flushed skin and bright eyes make him look like some ethereal being. And then he smiles and some unlabeled emotion floods Katsuki. He can't stop staring and he almost forgets about his disappointment at pulling away. His own lips are reddened and he licks them to try and get one last taste.

Oh.]

You're on.

[He smirks, far more confident about this than when he started. He dives in again, placing a hand on the back of Shouto's head to hold onto him.

[He can't help it, honestly. There's just something about the other boy that brings all of his competitive drive to the surface, whether it's through training or eating or the weird form of banter they've established. So really, why would kissing be any different?

It's not like kissing Titus, and it's not like kissing Izuku or Iida, even if this is something influenced by this place and these moons. This is something entirely new, and honestly? Entirely fun. He doesn't even think about holding back as Katsuki places a hand on the back of his head, and this time it's Shouto's turn to part his lips first, licking at Katsuki's lower lip, then experimentally sucking on it, tugging it between his teeth to see if it does the same thing for him as it did for Shouto. The texture is new, unique, and that's going to take some getting used to, but the taste--oh, he definitely likes the taste. Why does he taste so good? Something seems vastly unfair about that, and at the same time he's definitely not going to question it as long as he gets more. More of everything, in fact. Maybe if he--yeah, that's a little better, possibly. He's just going to tug Katsuki a little more on top of him, looking for more contact, more closeness, as his hands wander down the other boy's chest and then back under his shirt, sliding over his lower back and then boldly exploring further, fingers splaying flat over his stomach as he arches up into that kiss. Why hold back, when they're both enjoying this?]

[Kissing like it's another form of competition makes it easier. It puts a label on something unfamiliar to him. But even moreso, he enjoys competing with Shouto. He enjoys kissing Shouto. He doesn't just enjoy it. He's getting a rush out of it.

Shouto's doing something to his lip, and he hums a noise he didn't think he could make, leaning into Shouto without thinking, and he didn't know people could do that with their mouths. Maybe it's just Shouto. Shouto's in his own league. He feels like he's flying, weightless, but made of super charged energy all the same. His hands grip silky locks. This must be what murder feels like. Shouto's hands sear his skin, leaving him wanting more, so he tries to do the same, going up Shouto's shirt and along his spine. He won't fall behind.]

[If it's that context, Shouto would be hard pressed to disagree. After all, this is so new and strange to both of them. Not just the who, but the what. And honestly? He's enjoying the rush of the who just as much as the what.

That noise that Katsuki makes at his little experiment sends what feels like lightning racing right down his spine. Is that him? Did he do that, pull a sound like that from Bakugou Katsuki, terror of 1-A? He did, and he wants to do it again. He wants more of those hands in his hair, and more of the warm skin under his hands, and he wants to roll himself in the delicious scent that fills his nose.

As Katsuki's hands find his bare skin, it's Shouto's turn to make a noise that's definitely a sound of pleasant surprise, his back arching slightly which only presses him closer to Katsuki's chest. How can just touching feel this good? Is this what Cordis does, or this place in general? Or would it be like this anyway? Doesn't matter, honestly, it's kind of a moot point. All he knows is he wants more contact, and his shirt is bunching uncomfortably around his ribs, and getting in the way, and he does that thing again with his teeth in Katsuki's lip before he finally pulls away, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed as he fumbles for the hem of his shirt, grabbing it and starting to tug it upwards, not even thinking about what he's doing.]

[How the hell was Shouto so good at everything? Everything about him simultaneously set off his competitive streak and drew him to him at the same time. But this was different and yet at the same time it wasn't. He would never admit that to his classmate and rival, but that doesn't stop him from smirking against his lips when he gets Shouto to make that sound, and he's pretty sure Shouto was louder. He doesn't give a shit if this is Cordis or something else at this point. He wants Shouto to keep doing that thing to his lip, he wants his warm hands to explore his skin. He wants to keep learning about him, what sets him off and gets him to smile, his smile is the most goddamn perfect thing he's seen. He wants to stay near his warmth.

Katsuki makes a loud, pleased sound, but then grunts in disappointment when Shouto moves away. How the hell did he get to be so beautiful? He's too hypnotized by what he's seeing, his own face flushed pink, to catch onto the movement at first.

And then he notices what he's doing and it's as if he's been submerged in ice.]

Wh-

[Hang the fuck on.]

THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!

[He jumps back, landing on his wings and points at Shouto, his mind racing a million miles a minute. What just happened? What was Shouto doing? What was he doing?! What the fuck was this, and why was he enjoying it?!]

WHY ARE YOU STRIPPING?!

[Why didn't he want it to stop???]

Edited 2020-03-17 09:56 (UTC)

[All these sounds Katsuki is making are so bizarrely pleasant, sending a rush of warmth flooding through him. It's good, it's a sign that he's good, and he feels entirely too good about that, too. He's greedy for more of them, wants more of them, and even that disappointed noise is amazing. Shouto's eyes open and see Katsuki looking back at him, cheeks flushed and lips almost swollen and wet and it's way more attractive than he'd ever imagined. He would never in a million years have thought this would be a thing. Ever. In any universe. And yet, it's happening, and he likes it.

And then that look on Katsuki's face shifts, and he's flinging himself away from Shouto, and Shouto freezes, hands still holding the hem of his shirt. What is he doing? What are they doing?? What the hell is any of this, and why is he disappointed that it's stopped???

Something in his chest clenches painfully, and he lets go of his shirt, pulling himself into a seated position pressed into the corner of the couch, drawing his knees up in front of him in a posture he knows is defensive and can't help, anyway.]

...I was hot, and it was uncomfortable.

[His voice is a little raspy from disuse, and much quieter than it should be, and he resists the urge to lick his lips again. This is stupid. What was he even thinking? He wasn't, and that's the point, and now the weirdly comfortable friendship they've built is going to end. He's ruined this too, just like he ruined things with Izuku.]

I wasn't stripping, anyway. It's just a shirt. Wasn't like I was taking anything else off.

[He sounds weird. He sounds hurt, and weirdly lost, and he hates it but he can't seem to stop it.]

Then...fucking get colder.

[Katsuki mumbles, all irritation and confusion with nowhere to go. He pinches the bridge of his nose, hard, as if hoping if he hurts himself enough he can make the other pain go away. He doesn't like that look on Shouto's face. But how he sounds is what really stabs at him. It twists his insides and forces them up against his chest, pressing them against his heart and he can't breathe or think about anything other than that hurt, Shouto looks hurt, just like everyone else did when he said something too cruel or his recklessness got them harmed. But this time it's different. It's hurting him too and he has no idea why.

Why the hell was he acting like he was in the wrong? So he fucking snapped. He does that all the time. What made it any different now? He was the one with an actual shred of common sense. Maye Shouto was just hot. What if it had been some other dumbass here instead of Katsuki who didn't understand that and took it as a sign of something else? The rage is familiar. It's comfortable. He lets it boil over until he snaps, again without thinking.]

Don't see you throwing around your shirt any time you got hot in class, Icy Hot.

[Please, just stop talking. Stop sounding like that. Just agree with him and move on.]

[That's right. Katsuki snaps all the time, so why should this be any different? Why should he let it get to him? It's no different from any other day.

Except it is. What they were just doing--he's never gotten like that with anyone before. Sure, he's kissed a few people, but that was something in a whole new class.

His cheeks flush as Katsuki throws his answers back at Shouto, and his jaw sets, a muscle twitching as his fingers tighten around his knees. Is he mad? He hopes he's mad. Mad is easier, familiar.]

We're not in class. It's just us, and we're in my apartment alone, and if being around me makes you that uncomfortable you're welcome to leave, Katsuki.

[He sounds mad, but it isn't just mad. He sounds hurt. He hates that, but it doesn't change it. Even the use of Katsuki's name is a deliberate jab at the other boy, calling him out for always resulting to insults and name-calling. A dumb one, but still.

What is he even doing here?]

[The name cuts through Katsuki like a knife. Does he flinch? Maybe. He tells himself he's just twitching, out of the sheer infuriation toward Shouto. He's the one who made this weird. And he had the fucking gall to pin this on him?

They had been doing fine. No. No they hadn't. This whole thing was stupid. He had been stupid, and it was all fucking Cordis' fault. He finally looks at Shouto and sneers, as if he's mean enough he can just erase everything that happened. He can ignore the hurt in Shouto's voice. When the fuck did he start caring? Caring was a mistake.]

If ya wanted me out so bad, Todoroki, you could've just kicked me out. I ain't no sensitive piece of shit.

[He stands up, stiff, tense. The air is cold against the back of his neck, and he refuses to look back at Shouto. Why does it fucking hurt? It shouldn't hurt. Fuck this empathy for another person crap.]

I'll pay you back for the snacks. See you around.

[He always has to have the last word. He always has to win. So he goes to the door, the metal knob burning in his palm, and moves to leave.]

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