numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[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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