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Meme Carryovers

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[bakugou bites back the amused sound that wants to form. as much as he would like to indulge in shoto a little longer, the cold was really the honest problem here. besides, he is a little exhausted from the day's events and from walking this far to get to shoto in the first place. after he was done proving shoto's worth to him, bakugou would rather give into the temptation of shoto's heat and body curled up against him.

it's a pleasure to hear the possessiveness in shoto's voice in return. at one point, when this all started, he had been trying to get intimate with another, but from the time the misfired text was sent to now, he hadn't made any arrangements to see anyone besides shoto. and that was fine. besides the selfish part of wanting to keep shoto to himself, bakugou's time limit was already extended to what it was, and if he had free time available, he'd rather use it on touching shoto's body over and over again.]

Stupid. You're plenty enough for me.

[he whispers back, giving a harder tug as if that would seal the promise that he wouldn't stray. he likes that they were both selfish. and he intends to utilize such selfish behavior at any given chance.

bakugou falls into silence as he leads them back to the dorms, sneaking through security easily enough to get them to class 1.a.'s building. naturally, no one is awake and all the lights are out. he continues to take lead, gripping at shoto's hand a little tighter until they're at his room. he's barely got them through the door before he's turning and tugging shoto to the wall, pinning him there as he shuts the door with a foot and his hand is back beneath shoto's chin like earlier.]

I'm going to fuck you.

[enough. he's enough for the boy who can never have enough, never be enough. nothing is ever good enough for bakugou's ambition, so to be the thing that is enough--it's an intoxicating feeling. one that makes him want to kiss bakugou again. to make him keep saying his name. to finally be enough for someone important is something he never believed he could have. and now that he has this, has bakugou, he's going to be as selfish as he can be.

the cold is a problem, but with his fingers gripped almost achingly tight in bakugou's hand he barely feels it, their trip back to the dorms almost surreal in its silence. the only sound he can hear aside from the faint touch of footsteps is the pounding of his heart from anticipation, building slowly as they make their way into Class 1A's building and down the hall to bakugou's room.

he's expecting something like that pull the second they're inside, but his breath still leaves him in a hissed gasp as he hits the wall, eyes narrowing at bakugou as he lifts a hand to the other's hip, tugging him in.]

Are you really?

[his voice is breathy, low, some small part of that challenge back. they wouldn't be who they are if this was always easy. shoto hooks a leg between bakugou's, uses his leverage to spin them, pressing bakugou into the wall, a thigh between his legs pressing lightly into his groin as shoto leans in, lips a bare breath away from his. his eyes are half-lidded, fixed on bakugou's mouth. bakugou could easily reverse their positions again, and he's fine with that, but he can't resist pushing back just a little.]

Tell me what you want to do to me. All of it.

[He wants to hear it, maybe needs to on some level.]

[the tug has him going with the movement, no fight to it as he presses closer to shoto's heat. he's still a little cold, but at this rate, he'd warm up in no time. the implication isn't from shoto's quirk either, but from what bakugou intends to do with that body in his hands.]

Do you have complaints?

[bakugou is about to plant his mouth over shoto's neck, to leave bruising bites and marks in order to fully showcase his claim onto his classmate, yet all too suddenly, he's the one pressed against the wall, with that damn, tempting leg between his. fucking greedy asshole. bakugou smirks, turning his head to avoid having their lips press against each other. as indulging as it was to kiss shoto breathless, bakugou had other plans here. in punishment for the change of their positions, he bites at shoto's right ear.]

If I didn't have a perfectly good bed, I'd fuck you here, against the wall, with nothing to hold onto but me.

[he whispers the words hotly into shoto's ear, his tongue dragging along the shell after in a teasing manner. if shoto wants to be indulged in bakugou's fantasies, well, who was he to deny the other hero? bakugou had plenty of them to share.]

I'll put you on my lap, let you fuck yourself on my cock as I watch. And when you can't take it anymore, I'll roll us over, force those pretty lips of yours to cry out my name over and over until all you think and feel is me.

Don't I always? I thought that was half the fun for you, fucking the complaints out.

[shoto wouldn't mind those marks, signs of claiming, signs of belonging, but there's plenty of time yet for those. he is greedy, after all, and he's going to savor every moment they have together, every touch and bruise and whispered word. the teeth in his earlobe are met with a hiss and bitten off sound in his throat, shoto applying just a little more pressure to that leg, not quite grinding forward into the warm body he has pressed against the wall.

another sound almost like a growl rumbles through him as he reaches a hand up, fisting it in the hair at bakugou's nape as his head tilts in, his other hand roughly tugging away the lapels of his jacket to bare skin at his throat for shoto's lips to taste.]

You like watching me, don't you? You like it when you can just lie back and watch me moving on top of you. You like it when I moan your name and ask you to fuck me harder.

[the words are a heated murmur, and his tongue drags over the side of bakugou's neck, hand sliding out of his hair and over the front of his jacket, undoing it. he never talked like this with anyone else, was never the kind of person to use these sorts of words. only with bakugou, there was a kind of release in using them, a fierce pleasure he took in watching what the words did to him. and truthfully, he means every word. the last words are whispered in his ear, a low purr of a promise.]

I'd let you fuck me against the wall, if you wanted. Or in the street. Or anywhere else. All you have to do is ask, Katsuki.

It certainly makes it worthwhile to hear.

[the leg is teasing him more than anything. it makes it difficult to do much else in this position while pinned to the wall and shoto in front of him. he wants more pressure against him, but that leg is practically taunting him. fucker. it wouldn't take long for his patience to burn out, especially when all he wants to do is indulge himself in shoto's body.

he can't help but grin though, when he hears that growl. he finds he likes it, the challenge it brings, along with the hand that bites into his hair and the other pushing through his clothes. it forces his head at an angle, for bakugou to feel rather than see. there's a fight to return the favor, yet bakugou resists that urge for the time being when those lips are at his neck, forcing out a grunt of pleasure.

bakugou can't even deny those words either. yes. he loves to watch shoto fall apart for him, for him to get that exotic view of the dual-quirk user moving his body and moaning his name. it's a fucking nice ass sight.

it's rare to get shoto like this, and bakugou is appreciating it. he doesn't fight in the removal of his jacket, even adjusting to help until it crumbles to the ground. he's far from giving in, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. while he does like to watch shoto in this manner, it won't be long for bakugou to react possessively and demanding. it's the purr of words that finally have him snap, his red eyes narrowing in determination.

he mimics the movement shoto had done previously, twisting on his heel to pin the other male to the wall. he doesn't stop there either, comes to reach his hands down at that toned waist and lift shoto's body up.]

That's so fucking damn tempting, Shoto. Maybe I'll start here and take you to bed after.

[he growls the words out, leaning forward to bite hard at shoto's neck. marks be damned, he isn't resisting any longer. it's not soft or loving how he nips and sucks at the creamy skin, refusing to pull away until there's a large purple mark for the entire world to see.]

[for all of his aggressive need for dominance, bakugou seems to enjoy the challenge shoto presents. he can tell his classmate is enjoying this as much as he is, that noise he makes as shoto's mouth moves over his throat a sign he's doing things right. and he doesn't fight it as shoto strips him of his jacket, either, his own quickly following. it's all about give and take. for as much as he loves fighting back, mouthing off, making bakugou work for every inch he gets, that's quickly become one of shoto's favorite things, too: being on top of bakugou, moving on him, watching him as they both work their way towards satisfaction. it's a good view.

honestly, he's surprised bakugou holds out as long as he does, but eventually he flips their positions again and this time even lifts him off the ground. he always forgets just how strong bakugou is, strong enough to keep up with him, and it's an incredible turn-on when he gets the reminder.]

I don't care where you do it, I just want you to hurry up and do it.

[although this is part of it, too, part of what he loves about this. the claiming. shoto wraps his legs and arms around bakugou, hand sliding back into his hair, and when he feels those teeth sink into his throat he lets out a short, bitten-off moan. can't be too loud here, there's rules, but it's clear how much he loves it from the way his hips grind forward against bakugou's, his breath coming in ragged gasps.]

Fuck--

[he can feel the mark beginning to form, and all he can think is he wants more. when he finally pulls away, Shoto looks at bakugou for just a split second before he drives forward, claiming his mouth in another of those intense, breathless kisses.]

[in his arms, shoto feels like a damn prize all for himself. his classmate fits so nicely there, as if he was made just for bakugou. it's a possessive thought, but he doesn't care. he's already told shoto he wanted no one to take what belonged to him. this was his and his alone.]

Yeah? Keep making demands like that and maybe I'll give you what you want.

[the words are practically purred, but fuck, he likes to hear shoto come undone like this. shoto's legs and arms squeezing around him earn a long groan, and fuck, if their pants weren't in the way, he'd selfishly be jerking both of them off right then. however, that's not what he wants. no. he wants more. he wants to have this body completely for himself. he wants to feel shoto all around him, for those slick walls to pull him in tight with each thrust.

he likes the noises he's pulling from shoto, even if he knows the two-toned haired hero was biting them off. fucker. it only means he would need to keep trying, keep forcing out more. while they can't be too loud, that didn't mean he would settle for quiet, soft sounds. it's fine. it's just another challenge. the grind quickly earns one from bakugou in return, but it's that vocal response that fucking drives bakugou up a damn wall.

shoto never sounded so damn arousing.

he meets the claim between their lips, kissing back rough and passionate. this sort of dance he can do without thinking, nipping and licking at shoto's bottom lip, demanding for entrance. as his lips remain busy, he begins to move his hands down, balancing shoto with his own body and the wall to keep him pinned in place. bakugou's fingers begin to pull at shoto's pants, the button popping open, the zipper sliding down. if he wanted to remove shoto's pants all the way, he would need to place the other down onto the ground. however, bakugou is too fucking gone to do that, so he moves them halfway down shoto's thighs to bunch up, just enough to get to shoto's ass and cock.

the other unfortunate part is the subject of the lube, where it's hidden beneath his pillow on his bed. fuck. he can't stop. he wants this too much to stop. with a low growl, bakugou breaks off the kiss, bringing up his right hand in order to press his fingertips to shoto's lips. he has enough sweat in his palms that could act as lubricant, but it's better to be safe. he doesn't want to hurt shoto. too much.]

Open your mouth, Shoto.

Maybe? I said I want you to fuck me. Don't act like you don't want it, too.

[the words are barely breathed, distracted as he is, broken with small noises and moans, and obviously there's no maybe about it. there's definitely no maybe in that groan that escapes bakugou, no maybe in the way he grinds back, pinning shoto to the wall with his body. there's no maybe about what's happening next. he wants bakugou, wants to feel him deep inside, wants that combination of pain and pleasure and the feeling of being truly and completely owned. he wants to belong, and he belongs right here more than he's ever belonged anywhere else. maybe he'll never say it out loud, but it's true. and there's ways to say it without words.

bakugou's mouth on his is demanding, and shoto's lips part without a word, tongue licking into the other's mouth, tasting, devouring as his own hands wander, using his legs and the other's leverage to keep himself steady as he tugs at bakugou's shirt. he wants bare skin, he wants contact, he wants, he wants. he's made of nothing but want, another half-voiced moan escaping him as his classmate yanks his pants down as far as he can without breaking their current entanglement. he's breathing heavily as bakugou growls and breaks off that kiss, giving him his chance to get that shirt off, his lips chasing after for a moment until he feels the press of those fingertips.

pausing for just a second, he looks at bakugou for a long moment. just long enough for him to see shoto considering, to see the question of defiance--and then his lips part and he slowly takes bakugou's fingers into his mouth, all the way down, a very deliberately suggestive gesture. he'll show him maybe.]

[it's a complete and utter pleasure to watch shoto react to him. it makes bakugou's pride swell, his ego larger than it already was. the fact that he has this powerful quirk user up against him, demanding attention, wanting him and only him, it's enough to drown bakugou in unabashed desire. it's perhaps a bad combination, one that would threaten the both of them in the end, but fuck if it doesn't feel good. at that very second, bakugou feels like he's getting a taste of the food of the gods, that he's devouring what shouldn't be touched when he's very well touched this body before.

and like a starved man, he desires to eat more.

the hesitated second that shoto takes is enough for bakugou to almost consider fucking shoto without proper preparation. he doesn't want to hurt shoto too much, as entertaining as it would be to push those buttons. however, as much as he takes pleasure in leaving marks and testing shoto's limits of pain, fucking dryly was an absolute foolish idea. of course, fucking with what nitroglycerin has come to settle on his palms so far, well, that's another story. he could very well use that as lubricant if he wanted to be a total dick about it.

bakugou is about to growl at the show of defiance, about to gather what nitroglycerin he has on his palm and fuck the disobedience right out of shoto with his fingers, but, thankfully or not, those lips are parting, and shoto is making a fucking show of taking his fingers into his mouth. it's a damn tease is what it is. a demonstration. all bakugou can think in his aroused-drunk mind is how he wished those lips weren't sucking down his hand, but something else entirely. bakugou snorts, shoots a harmless glare as his fingers spread in the moist cavern, trying to get the digits wetter in a quicker manner.]

Keep it up, half and half. I have no problem putting you down to fuck your mouth instead.

[it's an empty threat. as much as he wants to entertain the thought of those lips wrapped around his cock, bakugou was pretty dead-set on getting himself buried in shoto's heat.]

[maybe it is a bad combination. after all, none of their classmates would ever believe it could happen. true, they're two of the strongest quirk users at UA, not to mention in their class, only izuku coming close, but their personalities alone would make most people look twice. but when you look closer...well. maybe they are a self-destructive pairing. maybe between bakugou's explosive nature and todoroki's hot-and-cold mood swings, between their obsessive natures, it's a terrible idea. but maybe they're also the only people intense enough to not be completely consumed by the other.

whatever it is, shoto definitely isn't going to stop any time soon. he's too selfish, too greedy for any of that. he craves this too much, and he's not giving it up until he's forced to, and maybe not even then. not until bakugou makes him, and they see where that goes, don't they?

bakugou glares at him as he takes those fingers into his mouth, but it's fine. shoto can see the desire behind that look, and he can't help the way he smirks around the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around those digits. when they're finally wet enough, slickly coated with saliva, he pulls back just as slowly, and there's a heat in his mismatched eyes that's got nothing to do with his quirk.]

You could. Thought you had something else in mind, though. Gonna disappoint me?

[his hips rock forward again suggestively, digging his fingernails into the bare skin of bakugou's shoulders. a tease? yeah, he can be. especially when he knows it'll get him what he wants: bakugou not holding back.]

Edited 2019-03-20 00:21 (UTC)

[honestly, the scene is enticing to say the least, leaving bakugou's baggy pants far too tight suddenly. he could adjust himself, but he doesn't want to pull away and lose any second of the show shoto is putting on for him. his eyes are glistened in lust no doubt, narrowed and intensely staring at shoto, never once wavering. the desire to act on his words is there, but he has to put an end to that temptation.

there would be plenty more time to utilize that damn alluring mouth. plenty more.

thankfully, before bakugou could lose control of his patience, shoto takes that second to pull away. bakugou doesn't waste any more time as he drags his hand down, adjusting it beneath shoto's body, fingers finding the tight, puckered entrance there.]

As if I would. [he answers back in a hot whisper, grinding his hips forward to match the thrust shoto gives him.] I'll just have to discipline you in another way.

[his fingers circle the hole teasingly for a few seconds before a single digit begins to press inside. it's tight. it's hot. the combination is enough to force out a low groan from bakugou. fuck. this heat is familiar, and it now belonged only to him. he's maybe a little patient with this, but eventually, he can't resist the temptation to sink his finger in further, giving testing, long thrusts.]

[honestly, he loves the way bakugou looks at him. he watches, unblinking and unwavering, and shoto knows exactly what his little show is doing from the look in his eyes and the feeling of bakugou's arousal firm against the front of his body. it's all because of him, and that gives him so much satisfaction it's almost unreal. there's not much he wouldn't do for that attention, to have all of that focus directed entirely at him. he'd talk shit about it, of course, push back, but if bakugou put him down right now he'd absolutely sink to his knees and take him into his mouth, just for those eyes and the sounds he knows bakugou makes.

the word discipline makes something inside him go warm and liquid, make his cock twitch, and maybe it shouldn't, but damned if he isn't immensely invested in the idea. better to make sure he's earned it, right?]

You're a smart boy, you'll figure something out.

[his voice is breathy, and the words end in a catch as that finger presses at his entrance, forcing its way inside slowly. shoto hisses a breath in, biting his lower lip as he fights the urge to tense up. that groan from bakugou helps, and shoto's hands frame his face as he leans in, pressing his forehead against his classmate's with a whimper. he's more patient than he could be, than he has been before, shoto knows. he doesn't think about what that means, just the inevitable correlation: he trusts bakugou. with all of this. and so by inches he relaxes into that invading digit, until he's moaning with every long thrust, pressing down against bakugou's hand. he wants more. he doesn't want to be patient. maybe this is its own special kind of torture.]

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