numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[honestly, most everyone should be used to that by now. bakugou never goes anywhere quietly, after all. that's how todoroki knows who it is, that and the fact that only one other person has a key and also wouldn't bother knocking.

that's why he doesn't bother moving from where he is, stretched out on his futon, completely naked. one arm is thrown over his forehead, pressed against his eyes, and the other hand is wrapped around his himself, moving in long, slow strokes. he doesn't stop at the sound of bakugou's approach, either, only shifts his hand from over his eyes to offer the other a lingering, nearly defiant look.]

I told you I wasn't going to wait.

[there's no words to describe what he felt to see shoto touching himself like that. all bakugou wanted to do more than anything was claim what belonged to him, to bite and fuck that body that had teased him for the better part of an hour. as he stalks closer to the futon, bakugou drags off his hoodie. he had been working out earlier, to release some of the frustration after hearing of shoto's antics of leaping out his window. he was still honestly pissed off, but he had every intention of releasing the rest of his aggravation through shoto's body.

he's left in baggy sweats and a muscle shirt. bakugou doesn't remove those. not yet. instead, he kneels down in front of his lover, his palms coming to press over shoto's knees and spread those legs wider.]

Then keep going.

[he challenges the defiant look, sending one of his own with a pointed stare.]

Edited 2019-03-27 01:55 (UTC)

[he can admit to himself at least that the way bakugou moves is incredibly hot, all contained violence and intent. the way he drags off that hoodie, the way he drops to his knees in front of todoroki, all of it makes his pulse race, even as he forces his hand to keep that same steady, achingly slow pace.]

I wasn't planning on stopping.

[his legs offer little resistance as bakugou pushes them apart, making room for himself between them. in fact, he doesn't resist at all. he isn't sure what's coming next, only that any touch is better than no touch at all, and having bakugou here is so much better than doing this alone.]

Did you come here just to tell me what to do? You could have done that over text.

[the fact that shoto's body doesn't offer any resistance is enough to make him groan. it had been hell to get himself involved intimately with shoto, but he has to say, it's definitely worth the effort. he never expected to be so enraptured by such a sight, yet it's making his mouth dry, his palms sweaty.]

And miss the show you're putting on?

[but he can read between the lines. taking advantage of the nitroglycerin at the palms of his hand, he slicks up two fingers. it's not like lube, which he knows the location of the stash, but it'll do well enough. he doesn't disturb shoto's strokes to his length. instead, he dives his fingers down further, circling around the tight ring there, no doubt winking and twitching from pleasure by now. it's too bad he doesn't have shoto up on his knees, for bakugou to get a clear sight of it. after tapping his finger over the hole for a minute, he begins to press inside with a single digit, all the way until his finger is completely buried. there's only about a few impatience seconds before he begins to rub purposely along those walls, pulling his finger in and out, trying to get shoto accustomed to it even further.]

You like when I put on a show for you?

[those fingers against his entrance make his breath catch, make him tense in anticipation, his hand tightening around his cock as he bites his lower lip. the nitroglycerin isn't the same as lube, but bakugou is gentler than he has to be sliding that finger inside him. there's only a little ache, and honestly he doesn't mind that. it wouldn't be what they have without just a little hurt.

todoroki bites back a moan as that finger buried inside him starts to move, his body tensing and then relaxing as he forces himself to loosen up, to not fight quite so much, and the hand stroking along his length picks up the pace just a little, palm rubbing over the head.]

You know...where the lube is, you know. Don't have to use...that.

[the words are breathy, broken by small sounds somewhere between a gasp and a whine as he pushes back against that hand.]

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