numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

I've got you, Shouto.

[If Todorokoir is going to use his name, then he gets to do the same. He slots himself between those muscular thighs of Todoroki's, draping them over his own as he presses the head of his cock to Todoroki's hole and pushes in.

He sighs as the tight heat of Todoroki envelops him. And he doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt and he's leaning over Todoroki's body and they're nearly face to face. Fuck, Todoroki is beautiful.]

Feel good?

[God, he likes the way his name sounds coming from Bakugou's lips. Almost as much as he likes the way it feels as that cock presses slowly inside him, stretching and burning, and his breath catches entirely in his throat as he forces himself to relax and take it all in.

His eyes don't open until Bakugou is all the way inside him, their bodies pressed together, and when they do it's with a slow nod and a shuddering breath as he shifts just a little, pressing as close as he can get. His face is right there, and he likes the way the other boy sounds, voice low and a little rough.]

Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it could feel better--

[It will, when he starts moving. But for now, honestly? He just likes the feeling of Katsuki inside him, pressed against his body, the way he's looking at Shouto like he doesn't want to look anywhere else.

What they have isn't a gentle thing. But the way he slides a hand over the back of Katsuki's neck and pulls him closer for a kiss might be mistaken for gentle, if it weren't for the fierce, hungry, possessive look in his eyes.]

[This is pretty gentle for them, actually. The kiss is just as hard from his side as he begins to move his cock in and out of Shouto's body. He broke the kiss to let out a soft, rough 'fuck' before once again claiming the other boy's lips.

He began to move his hips faster, a hand moving up to tangle his fingers the white side of Shouto's hair.]

Fuck, you're god damn gorgeous like this.

[He nipped at Shouto's lips before attaching his mouth to the other's collar bone, biting down just enough to leave a mark]

[A whimper escapes him as Bakugou starts moving inside him, swallowed by the other boy's mouth. It only burns for a moment, though, and then it's nothing but good feelings washing over him, pleasure building as he waits for Bakugou to find a good rhythm before his own hips start shifting in sync with him.]

Feels...so good--ah--

[He likes the way Bakugou tugs on his hair, but he likes the feeling of teeth against his collarbone even more, arching up into the touch and rolling his hips to meet the other, one leg locked around the back of Bakugou's thigh. One hand slides up into the short blonde hair on the back of his neck, the other sliding against Bakugou's chest, teasing one nipple.]

Harder--

[He can't help but smirk as Todoroki moans and whimpers as he starts getting a good rhythm going. He pulls away from Todoroki's collar bone to smirk down at him, as Todoroki begins to tease his nipple.]

You can pinch.

[His voice is rough with lust and a bit of affection.]

You can scratch, fuck, you can be as rough as you want.

[And he begins to fuck into harder, balls slapping against the curve of Todoroki's sweet ass.]

[Pinch, scratch, leave his mark, be rough. They're always so rough, and Shouto doesn't mind at all. He likes feeling the ache of bruises for days after. Likes the memory. And he'd always thought Bakugou did too, but it's nice to have the confirmation.]

Really? Didn't know I...needed your permission--

[The words are heavy, breathy, almost a challenge, and there's a half a grin on Shouto's parted lips as he grinds into Katsuki as much as he can, sending him as deep as he can possibly go. Every thrust comes with a little sound, some muffled, some not, and Shouto tangles his hand in Bakugou's hair and tugs, tongue licking a broad strokes up his throat, teeth and lips leaving a dark purple mark on the tanned skin of his neck.]

I'm the one in, fuck, charge right now.

[Katsuki loves being charge. Top, bottom, he always tries to have the upper hand, even if half the time he's the one submitting to Shouto.]

So you better ask me for permission, Shouto.

[And he punctuates that statement with a particularly hard thrust, making sure the head of his cock brushes against Shouto's prostate.

Even though he ordered that, he doesn't expect Todoroki to follow it, but that's part of the reason he's attracted to the other boy.]

[It's always a struggle between the two of them, both of them preferring to be in charge. But that's one of the things Shouto likes about the other boy. This isn't easy. It's a struggle. And when Katsuki comes out on top, Shouto's finding he likes that quite a bit.]

That so? Then fine--

[The words are punctuated with a whine as Bakugou's cock brushes his prostate, sending a shudder through him, lips parted and half-whispering a curse. Blunt nails of one hand dig into the skin of Bakugou's upper back as Shouto tugs on his hair, pulling him down close enough for his lips to brush the blonde's ear.]

Please, Katsuki, fuck me harder, please--

[His voice is a breathy purr, an edge of a whine in it as he pushes back against the other, tongue tracing that earlobe before his teeth bite lightly. How will Bakugou react, he wonders, to him sounding like that?]

That's what I like to hear.

[He lets out a noise, a pleased growl as Todoroki purrs his name and begs. And gets loader as Shouto bites his ear.] Fuck, baby.

[And since he is begging so prettily, he gives Todoroki what he wants, fucking him harder, pistoning his cock in and out of Todoroki's heat.]

That's it. Cum for me, Shouto. Make a fucking mess.

[Baby. Neither one of them is the type to use terms of endearment, not usually, but far from being a turn-off, the word sends a brand new rush of pleasure through his body, a fierce flood of warmth as he clutches Katsuki close. His fingers dig into the other boy's shoulders, close to drawing blood, definitely leaving marks, and his legs close around Katsuki's thighs as the other pounds into him, every thrust making his cock pulse, already leaking onto his stomach.]

Cum with me--please--nngh, Katsuki--

[All it takes is a few quick strokes from his own hand and the orgasm washes over him, hot fluid spurting between them over his stomach and chest as his muscles shudder and clench around the other boy's cock, Shouto's breath leaving him in a loud cry.]

Edited (Edits for autocorrect giving me weird anatomical errors) 2020-02-23 02:22 (UTC)

[This is the only time he'll use terms of endearment and mean them. When he's on edge of climax. He's fond of Todoroki Shouto, and this is the only time he'll ever voice any sort of endearment towards him.]

Almost, fuck, almost there!

[They don't quite make it together, Shouto cumming first, then Katsuki half a moment later after some wild thrusts into the other's convulsing heat, his own cries of pleasure joining Shouto's as he slams himself to the hilt and then cums.]

Shouto! FUCK!

Katsuki--!!

[It isn't exactly together, but that's okay. It's close enough, and Shouto rides those waves of pleasure as he feels Bakugou release inside him, his entire body full of heat and tingling nerves.

He clings to the other boy as he shudders his way through orgasm, lips finally seeking the other's out for a long, breathless, intense kiss.]

[Katsuki's pretty sure that cumming together is something that only happens in romance novels. He also figures that this, the two of them climaxing within a minute of each other is about as good as it gets.

He allows Shouto to pull him down, kissing back hotly as he cums down from his orgasm, the kisses turning lazy as he shifts them onto their sides, rubbing along the other's sides as his softening cock slides out of him.]

That was fun. Ten out of ten; would fuck again.

[The laziness is nice, and every inch of him feels like it's sparking as Katsuki shifts to lie next to him, slipping from inside him as he moves. For a moment there aren't any words, just panting breaths and Shouto reaching up with a hand, threading fingers through Bakugou's hair in a rare affectionate gesture.]

Mm. I'd let you. Every now and then. Maybe next time I'll be on top.

[After all, hadn't Bakugou said he wanted to see Shouto ride him? Guess they'll just have to do this again sometime.]

[Bakugou isn't too fussy when it comes to sex. Top, bottom, he doesn't care too much beyond a slight preference to be the catcher, so long as he's in control, or he lost fair and square to Shouto in whatever competition they currently have.]

Maybe next time.

[He leans into the touch, shutting his eyes, and a small smile gracing his face as he relaxes.]

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