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[It's different from training. Some of it might be the same, the exhilaration, the adrenaline, but the rest...definitely different. It feels good in a way that's so very different from the kind of good that comes with the aches and pains of a fight. It feels like every single nerve he's got is connected to Katsuki, finely tuned to the other boy's every action, and he just wants more.

More comes in the form of hands sliding down his back, and then back up underneath his shirt, and there's another noise of surprise that escapes Shouto's lips as he presses forward in turn, a hand sliding up into Katsuki's hair and tugging lightly as he breathes raggedly against the other boy's neck.]

Feels good--

[The words are a whisper against his skin, and this time he's not going to let go, the hand on Katsuki's thigh sliding up to his hip, thumb pushing his shirt up and brushing bare skin.]

Don't stop.

[Don't run. Not this time. Please.]

Don't-

[Who fucking knew such a small gesture as Shouto's thumb on his bare skin could elicit a low moan, his body shivering as he drags blunt nails down Shouto's spine.]

Don't tell me what to do.

[Finally, he manages his breathless comment. He won't run but fuck does he want more. And more. And more. He could probably get lost in this, forget everything if they keep going. He won't run. He doesn't think he'd ever feel the same with anyone else, but with Shouto he doesn't ever want to stop.]

[Today, in sounds that Shouto didn't know Katsuki could make and didn't expect to have such a visceral effect on him: that moan, which makes him shudder, muffling a sound with his mouth against the other boy's shoulder. It's such a rush, knowing he's the reason Katsuki is making that sound, and he's almost lightheaded as he lifts his face from his shoulder and presses a messy, almost desperate kiss to Katsuki's lips before pulling back just enough to look at him. Shouto's cheeks are flushed, his lips parted and almost swollen as he licks them, fingers climbing higher over Katsuki's skin.]

M'not telling. Asking. Please--

[The word is almost pleading, and he feels like he might fall apart without Katsuki there to hold him together. This time, the kiss is more insistent, his lips parting and his tongue just barely brushing against Katsuki's mouth. Asking, again.]

[It almost gives him whiplash, being drawn in to a desperate kiss before Shouto breaks it to look at him. Katsuki has never seen someone so beautiful. It's seared into his mind, Shouto looks so radiant, so vulnerable, so alive. He could probably be happy with just staring at him forever, and he almost does, but he's always gone after what he wants and he wants everything.

He thinks he can barely speak, hands trailing down to the hem of Shouto's pants, not thinking, just acting as he shivers, needing more.]

Don't gotta ask. I want you. Just you. I want everything.

[Those hands drag back down his back, and Shouto arches under the touch, feeling like he's on fire. There's heat in every touch, in the words Katsuki whispers against his mouth, in every part of this, and he thinks he might burn to ashes, but--]

I want you.

[The words are an echo, and his hands climb higher, sliding around Katsuki's ribs and up his back, clasping the other boy to him. It's hard to get as much contact as he wants with the two of them sitting like this, but he's going to touch as much as he can, while he can. Although--]

...This would be easier without a shirt. Can I...?

[Can he take Katsuki's shirt off, can he take his own off, can he do anything without Katsuki freaking out, maybe if he asks it'll go better this time, it won't be a sudden surprise. And honestly, at least they're both going into this this time knowing full well what they're doing.]

[Dizzying heat rises all the way up to Katsuki's head, it pours into him. He's never felt so light yet wanting for more. He thinks he might drown in it, but he manages a breathless reply.]

I want you more.

[It's practically second nature now, the way he has a comeback for any challenge Shouto presents, perceived or real. But the way he shivers and nearly jolts at the sensitive pinpricks to his ribs isn't, And yet he leans back in, moving his hands around to explore up Shouto's chest, nearly not realizing he just asked something. He stops, face flushed and hair a mess in his eyes, but he doesn't move away. The regret for what he did last time, how he reacted, almost cools him down. He stares at Shouto in amazement. He should think carefully about what to say next.]

Come at me.

[Perfect.]

[I want you more, Katsuki says, and once upon a time not too long ago that kind of answer would have driven him crazy. Now, though...now it just... it's Katsuki. It's who he is, and the words make Shouto smile against his skin, although that smile drops away as Katsuki pulls back in favor of a look that's almost dazed. How is he this attractive? Has he always been this way, and Shouto just never noticed? He can't imagine forgetting now, no matter what happens next.

But he's waiting for Katsuki's answer. Whatever happens next is reliant on that. And what happens next--

He can't help it. At those words, a startled, warm laugh bursts from Shouto's lips, his eyes lighting up as he looks at Katsuki, a hand slipping from beneath Katsuki's shirt in order to cup his cheek in a gesture that's incredibly tender. God. Well, at least that breaks apart any kind of fear or hesitation he might have felt before, and he leans in to kiss Katsuki again as his hands drop to the hem of his own shirt.]

Yeah, okay. Here--

[His shirt comes off, to be discarded next to the couch, and he pauses there, letting Katsuki get his bearings. He's not going to rush, no matter how much he wants.]

[Katsuki might be trying to play it cool, but his heart is hammering in his head and he holds his breath waiting for a reaction.

Funny, the laughter doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore when it comes from Shouto. It embarrasses him a little, burning his ears, especially considering how hard he worked on that line, but it's not the kind of red-vision rage he gets with other people. He even kind of likes it, mostly because it's so rare and it makes him feel like he won something and Shouto's voice is beautiful.]

Sh- Shut up.

[He starts reaching for Shouto's face but then he pulls away and it becomes real. It's not the first time he's ever seen Shouto without a shirt, but it is the first time like this, where he's been able to look. He lingers on his collarbone, the strong slope of his shoulders, way his pectorals and abs seem to have been perfectly carved by some expert sculptor. Shouto's not just beautiful. He is beyond words.

Without thinking Katsuki leans in, his palms on Shouto's chest, and presses a kiss on his shoulder.]

[He's glad Katsuki doesn't flinch at the laughter, or change his mind. Instead, his ears turn a startling shade of pink, and is it weird that the first thing that pops into his mind is 'cute'? Because it is. It's cute, and the way Katsuki stutters that retort is cute, and maybe he won't say it out loud but he's not going to stop thinking it.

Less cute is the way he can feel those eyes wandering over his body. Less cute, and more...something he doesn't exactly have the words for, something that makes every nerve ending tingle and makes his heart pound, makes him realize that maybe he's a little more into this than he thought. His breath catches as Katsuki's hands slide over his chest, and lips find his shoulder, and his head turns so his mouth brushes the shell of Katsuki's ear as he murmurs quietly.]

I don't want to.

[The words are warm, fond, almost teasing, and he places a kiss on the soft spot behind Katsuki's ear as he lifts his hands to slide slowly up Katsuki's sides, pushing his shirt up by inches as he goes. He wants less fabric to get in the way of their explorations, more skin contact, but he's not going to go fast enough to spook the other boy.]

[Shouto's voice echoes through his body, bringing about pleasant shivers. It's so warm, so soft but strong, he thinks he could drown in the same way he could in arctic gaze. He grips his shoulders as if to hold on for his life, eyes going shut and lashes brushing against bare skin.]

Keep talkin'

[He vaguely notices what Shouto's doing, mostly because suddenly he's cold. He sucks in a breath, kissing his collarbone before briefly pulling away to place his palms on Shouto's hand and lift his shirt up with anxious impatience, his moves almost clumsy with eagerness and his heart hammering in his ears. It's a strange sensation, like a rush of adrenaline when you know you're doing something dangerous, which makes him want to do it even more.]

[Shouto shudders slightly in turn at the feeling of eyelashes against his skin, a strangely delicate sensation juxtaposed against the strength of Katsuki's fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Soft and strong, weirdly intoxicating, and he wants more. Enough so that he's almost disappointed when Katsuki pulls back, feeling the chill of air rushing between them.

But then Katsuki's putting his hands on Shouto's and tugging his shirt off, too, and everything else is forgotten.

It isn't the first time they've been shirtless around each other. It isn't even the first time he's seen Katsuki without his shirt today. But this is different. It's a willing sort of vulnerability, and he lets his eyes wander over the other boy's wiry, muscled frame, well-developed abs, the spread of pectorals and shoulders that might not be as broad as some but are still so very strong. His hands wander as much as his eyes, fingertips slowly exploring the shape of every curve and divot, memorizing the expanse of bare skin as his palms finally come to rest on Katsuki's chest and he finally looks up again, eyes almost hazy and shadowed as he meets the other's gaze.]

Katsuki...

[The name is husky, almost a whisper, and Shouto licks his lips, almost as though he's trying to remember what he wanted to say. Was it important? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but what is important right now is more of this. His hands continue sliding upwards, over his shoulders and into spiky blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki in for another kiss, bare chests pressing together as he shudders, breath a sigh against the other boy's lips.]

Come here--

[Shouto's not the only one whose eyes are wandering. Katsuki's taking his time to stare at his broad shoulders (jerk), strong pectorals and abs that dip down and taper off to a narrower, but still strong waist. Looking is all well and good, but he wants to memorize everything with his hands, with his sense of taste, and he doesn't realize his lips are parted softly until the name has him inhaling sharply, as if that will stop him from moaning.]

You-

[Say his name again. He likes it when Shouto says it. It sounds like something special, something good, taking on a whole different meaning, and he grins against soft lips, shivering at first before pressing himself closer.]

How are you so fucking beautiful?

[He loves the feeling of Katsuki smiling against his lips, and he loves the feeling of skin pressed against bare skin, and he loves the way he can make Katsuki shiver and lose his train of thought. Except...that's kind of mutual, isn't it? Especially as Katsuki says those words, and Shouto feels a shiver run through him, followed by a flood of warmth, and he clutches Katsuki even closer to him.]

You...think so?

[A few months, even perhaps a few days ago, Katsuki might have thought he was playing dumb. By now, though, he should know Shouto just. Is this way. Oblivious. Unsure. Not at all aware of how he looks to others. And yet it's not others saying it this time. It's Katsuki. And that does something entirely different to him.]

Stupid.

[When has he ever said anything other than the truth? Despite the insult, Katsuki's voice is warmer than usual, almost fond, his hands climbing up Shouto's midriff, tracing the outline of his abdominals and resting on his chest, where he can feel every breath and heartbeat.]

I know so.

[He looks at Shouto in the eyes, gaze confident. He may be awkwardly unsure about the rest of this, but he's sure o this one thing. And then he smirks, kissing his lips once more and trailing down to his neck and chest, but he pauses and has to ask.]

This okay?

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[The insult doesn't feel at all harsh. If anything, it's almost soft. Soft as the hands on his bare skin, soft as the lips that press against his own, then trail downward, igniting a trail of fire beneath them. It takes more effort than he's proud of to find his voice as Katsuki asks that question, but he knows he needs to answer.

His head has tipped back to allow the other boy room to explore, but at the question it tilts forward again, his eyes almost feverish as he looks down at Katsuki.]

Yeah--yeah, it's--it feels really good--

[The words are breathy, quiet, almost pleading. He doesn't want Katsuki to stop. Shifting just a little, Shouto half leans back against the arm of the couch, doing his best to give Katsuki further room to explore.]

Me too.

[Relief and pleasure swells and Katsuki resumes, kissing his pectorals. He can't help but drag his teeth down the skin over his ribs, tasting him and going down his abdominals. Shouto tastes a bit salty, a bit smoky, like campfires. He can feel the hum of his breathing and blood flowing, and it's almost overwhelming. He hums longingly and bites the ridge of his hip with a little more pressure. He needs more. He needs all of Shouto. It's dizzying and somewhat terrifying but he's not running this time.]

[One might expect someone as stoic and terse as Shouto Todoroki to be just as quiet during something like this, but that couldn't be further from reality. He's not quiet in the slightest, not really. Every ragged breath is a faint sound, a shuddered almost-laugh as Katsuki's mouth travels over his ribs, a whine as a hot tongue swipes over his abs. It all feels so good, so warm, so much, but every time he thinks he can't feel any more, Katsuki somehow proves him wrong, and those teeth on his hip get the strongest reaction of all.

A sound that can't be described as anything less than a whimper escapes his lips, fingers threading into blonde hair as he rolls his hips upward into the touch, not even remotely thinking about what he's doing.]

Katsuki--

[The name is gasped, practically moaned, and Shouto shifts again underneath him, seeking something. He's not sure what. Friction, maybe, something to help relieve the growing discomfort, the way it feels like his skin is too tight for his body.]

Do that...again--? Please--

[Every noise Shouto makes is so different from what Katsuki is used to and what he expects, and yet it feels like a victory and is exactly why he keeps pushing him. But when he makes that whimpering sound, his eyes flicker open and he pauses, just for a moment, as he tenses. There's something uncomfortable, but not unwelcome about how he feels, like maybe if he does it enough they'll both be good.]

Yeah- Say my name again.

[But he likes it too, and true to his word he bites him again, tracing with his tongue like Shouto's a life-sized hotsicle.]

[Uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. That's a good way to put it. It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't feel bad. Far from it. It feels really good, and Shouto glances downward with feverish eyes, meeting Katsuki's gaze. It's important to him Katsuki feel comfortable, or at least that he wants to keep doing this, and it seems like he does.

He starts to nod, lips parted, but then Katsuki's teeth are on his hip again and there's the feeling of a hot tongue against his skin and this time there's no question about the moan that falls from his lips as he arches into the feeling, fingers tugging at the blonde mane clutched in them.]

Katsuki--

[The name is breathy, echoes of that moan in the syllables, each tender and almost reverent. He can feel his pulse throbbing under Katsuki's touch, and he knows he's definitely turned on enough that it has to be impossible for Katsuki to miss, which would be incredibly embarrassing if it didn't feel so good. He just wants to make Katsuki feel this good, too.]

Mmn, I--that's really--I like it a lot, Katsuki--

[He's not a talkative person, but some things should be said, maybe, and now that he's started the words are hard to stop.]

[This is probably one of the very few times Katsuki doesn't mind looking up at Shouto. He even likes it. He likes being around this side of Shouto, taking in his scent and warmth of his skin. He especially likes the way Shouto says his name, like it's special, but personal, and it stirs his core and something deeper than that, something he hasn't really given much thought to except when it became an inconvenience and except now.

He actually looks back up again for a brief moment, eyes dazed and searching, because if the firmness beneath his chest is anything to go by Shouto feels similarly.]

What's- This good?

[He has no idea what he's doing, but he likes it.]

[Katsuki might be looking up at Shouto, but he's also technically still on top. Maybe that makes it a little easier, that and the fact that whatever it is he's doing seems to be having one hell of an effect on Shouto. It's good. It's very good, and Shouto nods as he looks down at Katsuki, vision clearing just a little as he realizes just what's pressed against the other's chest.

It isn't like he's never had an erection before. For all that he doesn't really think much about that kind of thing, sometimes his body has other ideas, but it's just something to be dealt with to get the distraction out of the way. It's never been like this. Because of someone else. Because of something like this.]

Yeah. I mean--sorry. About...

[He's not sure what to say, suddenly almost shy, but he does shift his hips just a little, breath catching and shuddering at how it feels.]

I mean, you just--make me feel...really good.

[The words are a little lame, maybe, but it's true.]

[It takes him a few seconds to put two and two together. He's been so fixated on Shouto, on how he feels, he doesn't realize what's going on at first or why Shouto is apologizing. And then it clicks, and some of the cloudiness in his red eyes clears up as he understands.][Oh shit, that movement rubs against Katsuki's chest and he makes a choked sound, his face heating up as he tries to retain some sense of composure.]

You're not the only one.

[He makes Shouto feel really good. Good enough for this. He did this. Pride swells in his chest, but he squirms a little in his own discomfort, his bites coming off a little rougher now without thinking about it as he moves to Shouto's left side.]

[He's not sure how exactly to take that sound Katsuki makes as he rubs against him, but he's fairly certain it's not a disgusted noise, or a bad one. Maybe he just...hadn't realized he had this kind of effect on Shouto. That seems likely, because as Katsuki says that Shouto's eyes widen in turn.]

You too...?

[He hasn't even done anything, not really, and Katsuki is feeling...? Not that he's got much ability to think about anything, even that, as Katsuki's teeth dig into the taut skin of his hips a little harder and Shouto bites back a whine, hips rolling up again into the other boy's chest. He never expected to be doing this with anyone, let alone Katsuki, and he definitely never imagined it would feel so good.]

Mmn...

[Shit, he can barely keep himself together, much less think about the way Shouto's eyes widen. Like it's a surprise. It shouldn't be a surprise. But he's too busy reveling in every movement until he's against him and Katsuki bites back a longing, almost pained moan, and he starts moving up without thinking with kisses and nips as he straddles Shouto's hips, briefly pausing as he pants, out of breath.]

Shouto, I-

[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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