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Fuck. That was not a position Katsuki expected to find Todoroki in. Not in the middle of the night, the blond’s plans only being to refill his water bottle and peacefully go back to sleep. Certainly not on the couch in the common room, where anyone could wonder in, example A being Katsuki. And never in a million years, with Half-and-Half’s laptop balancing on his knees, a miracle that it hasn’t fallen off, porn lighting up the screen. Maybe Katsuki wouldn’t have looked if it wasn’t the brightest thing in the pitch dark room, and just maybe if he hadn't noticed Todoroki passed out on the couch like it was his bed, and decided to be a nice guy and save the damn electronic for him.
Screw that, Katsuki was never being nice again, not if it came at this price. He didn’t need to know what kind of porn PepsiCan watched as he fell asleep, or that he watched porn at all. Not to mention, what kind of crazy person decides to do that in the middle of a public space. Guess Endeavors kid wasn’t as vanilla as he put himself out to be, figures.
“Mm, Bakugou?” The sleepy mumble was barely legible through the silent room, even though it’s source was right beside said blond.
Todoroki shifted, eyes blinking, adjusting to his darkened surroundings. The dim laptop light apparently being enough to reveal Katsuki to the waking student. The blond pulled away from his space, back into the shadows.
“Fuck off IcyHot, I just came down for some water.” He scowled, as if he hadn't just been caught staring at the hetrochromatic’s screen.
Todoroki seemed to straighten up as Bakugou began to march away, his eyes widening in realization.
“W-wait.” The rushed word fell from his mouth, Katsuki paused to raise an eyebrow, as Todoroki struggled to find the sentence he wanted to say.
“Uh, did you-, can you-, just... uh.” He spluttered on, like a fish out of water.
“I don’t have all night.” Bakugou crossed his arms, once again, facing the duel-haired teenager.
“Nevermind.” The words were quickly spoken as Todoroki went to shut the laptop screen, shrouding the room into darkness.
“Next time don’t leave fucking porn running where everyone can see.” The blond growled.
All Katsuki heard was the kitchen clock as his socked feet continued across the floor.
You’d think one time would be far more than enough, apparently not. Apparently Todoroki was too socially constipated to understand basic human decency, which includes not falling asleep on the couch where people, specifically Batugou Katsuki, could catch you watching porn. For the second time in a week. No, not a month, not even two weeks, a few fucking days apart. Now, why the hell was Katsuki doing up again at 3 am, waltzing around the common area like a zombie? Why do you think? Fucking water.
Katsuki could’ve flipped the couch, Todoroki and all, after taking a glance at the screen. He did not need to know the kind of porn that freak watched, and he definitely didn’t need to know it was man on man. Or men, as in there was more then two of them, not that Katsuki was about confirm that.
He settled for sending a kick to the side of the couch, pushing it about an inch across the floor, jolting half-and-half from his slumber.
“Didn’t I fucking tell you,” Batugou hissed, “seriously, are you braindead or just stupid?”
An indecipherable mumble came from the occupied seat, as a hand reached, shutting the screen. Katsuki squinted into the dark, watching as Todoroki settled back into his spot. The blond gave him thirty seconds. Thirty seconds before he began to yell.
“ Why the fuck are you watching porn down here ?!” He angrily flicked the lights on, marching back over to face the other.
Todoroki blinked at him, rubbing at his eyes as they adjusted to the light. It felt as if the silence stretched on for hours before it was finally followed by a meak reply.
“I wasn’t.” If anything it sounded more like a question to Katsuki.
“I’m not an idiot, stupid!” The blond was one step closer to punching that half-and-half bastard in the face.
“Watching it helps me get to sleep?” He unhelpfully provided.
“I didn’t need to know THAT. Why am I even bothering.” Lesson learnt, Bakugou was never going to get up in the middle of the night ever again, not if he could help it, not if the dorm was full of weirdos like this guy.
“Oh, being down here makes me feel less alone.” He admitted, “ I sleep better.”
Oh great, how’d Batugou get himself in this situation again? This made the hero course look like a piece of cake. Psychological issues can fuck off.
“Right.” He clenched his fists.
“... You won’t tell?” .
“You won’t do this again?” Katsuki mocked.
Todoroki hesitated, he had the fucking guts to hesitate. How long did this bastard plan to test his patience?
“I guess.”
“You guess.”
“I guess.” Todoroki nodded.
Katsuki wanted to blow up the building.
“Fuck you damn half-and-half peice of shit-”
“Stop yelling, you’ll wake everyone up.” Said teenager interrupted.
“You must have a death wish, is that it? Huh?!” The teenagers eyes widened for a split second as Bakugou's hand can down against the back of the couch, beside his head.
Popping filled the room as small explosions were set off, luckily for the couch, in his other hand. Screw the building, Katsuki wanted to blow up the whole goddamn city.
Todoroki grabbed onto his wrist, pulling it down, “if it’s such a problem for you, why don’t you quit coming down here in the middle of the night.”
“Hah? How many nights have you been down here?! And you haven’t been caught?” He grumbled in reply, “Luckily bastard.”
Half-and-Half’s lips tilted upward, “guess you’ll have to find out.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Katsuki growled, “let go of me.”
The teen released his wrist, allowing the blondes hand to fall back to his side.
“Tch, whatever. I’m outta here.”
To say Katsuki wasn’t curious was an understatement, and to say he wouldn't follow up on Todoroki’s taunts would be false. Afterall, come the next night, the blond made his way down to the common room. To his relief, there was no duel-haired dimwit laying on the couch with porn laid out for the world to see. Maybe he actually listened, then again, when has anyone in class 1A been smart enough to take his advice.
“Oh.” Katsuki’s eyes snapped up from the couch, turning to face a tired looking Todoroki Shouto.
His point proven, the moron returns, and with his laptop fit snug under his arm. He could already feel the sweat gathering in his fists.
“The fuck are you doing down here Half-and-Half?!” Katsuki yelled.
Todoroki rose an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, Batugou Katsuki.”
Well, it was a good question, and it wasn’t like he was about to admit he actually took the hetrochomatic’s taunting seriously, or that he was curious whether the teen would really come down here and risk getting caught for a third time.
“None of your damn business! I don’t need to explain myself.” He deflected.
Todoroki set his laptop down on the coffee table, facing Bakugou with his deadpan expression.
“Well, goodnight?” Three. Two. One.
“You fucking freak.” Katsuki let his words echo for a second before continuing, “after being caught, for a third time, before you start, you decide it’s appropriate to kick me out and continue.”
Seriously, it’s not like he wanted to lecture the guy, but his skull must be coated in ice or something, you couldn’t get anything through it. No matter how often you repeat yourself. This was the last straw. Katsuki swore he’d blow the building to bits by the end of the night, especially that annoying, inexpressive face (and maybe Deku’s while he was at it).
“Do you get off at being caught?! Is that it? Huh? Fucking around in public, where everyone can see what a freak you are?” The blond condemned, pointing a finger.
Todoroki grasped his wrist, “I told you, it helps me sleep-”
“Tch, heard it all before, stupid excuse.” Bakugou grit his teeth.
“But…” the heterochromatic paused, lips tilted up, “what if I said you were right.”
Shit.
“The fuck you saying halfie?” Katsuki squinted, “you getting off on this or what?”
Todoroki’s eyes flickered along the blond’s body, “I doubt I’m the only one.”
The light in his eyes screamed; ‘dare to challenge me’. As if he were right. Katsuki knew his own body, as if he’d get off to this sickos kinks. Though, it was so damn intriguing, just to test this mans patiences, see how far he’d actually be willing to go.
“Ha, yeah right, as if I’d ever.” Katsuki went to pull his hand back only for the duel-haired student to follow, shuffling closer to the blond.
“I bet I could make you.” If that was supposed to be a challenge, it was sure to be one Katsuki would win, he smirked.
“Tch, I’d like to see you try.” Todoroki’s eyes lit up.
It was harmless teasing, it wasn’t supposed to go any farther then empty threats, and Bakugou sure as hell wasn’t going to take it any further. He expected the same of Half-and-Half, yet pair of lips placed on his own proved him wrong. This guy didn’t know when to quit, nor to keep his hands to his damn self judging by the pair that found there way around his shoulder. One of which knotted itself into his hair, daring the blond to break away from him.
It’s not as if Todoroki was a bad kisser, actually, if he was being honest, the cooler lips felt sort of pleasant against his own. That didn’t mean he wanted to deal with Todoroki’s problem anymore then before. Though, if Bakugou was enjoying himself, then what’s the harm? Afterall, he fucking deserved nice things.
One of his hands rest upon Halifie’s waste, the other tilting his chin, deepening the kiss. Both pairs of lips danced along each other, Katsuki pulling Todoroki’s bottom lip between his own. His hand pulling the taller ones hips forward, who eagerly pressed against the blond’s body, hands pulling at his hair. The blond’s teeth nipped at his lip, playing with it. Todoroki parted them, allowing Katsuki’s tongue to slip through, brushing against the other’s. The blond’s hand joined his left at the taller’s hip, feeling along, before roughly tugging his waist forward to grind against his own, soft fabric of the heterochromatic pajamas against his jeans (so what if he hadn’t changed yet, tomorrow was a Saturday he didn’t need to go to bed early). Todoroki practically melted against his body, damn fingers still wound up in his hair, even after they fell apart for air.
Their hips remained joined together, as they looked each other over. Todoroki’s eyes were lidded, breathing heavy as if they’d just have finished training, yet not a hair remained out of placed. Katsuki knew the same couldn’t be said for himself, he dreaded looking in a mirror.
“The fuck, huph, was that IcyHot?” Katsuki let his arms fall from Todoroki’s hips.
He blinked, “a kiss?”
“If that was just a kiss, I don’t want to know what sex looks like to you.”
Todoroki leaned in, forcing Katsuki back, “I’ll show you.”
The back of his knees hit the couch, “are you fucking deaf Half-and-Half? I told you I don’t want-”
Todoroki pushed him down onto the couch. Katsuki stared up in shock, hands forming a fist.
“Then it doesn’t have to be sex.” And he dropped to his knees, hand on the blond’s knee, pushing his legs apart.
“Fuck- are you crazy?” Katsuki hissed, watching on as IcyHot ran his hand up and down the hot-headed teen’s thigh.
By now, Bakugou was uncomfortably hard, dick bulging out against his jeans, Todoroki’s hand groping at the fabric.
His own hand went to push Todoroki’s away, “someone could catch us.”
He threw a grin up at Katsuki, “then we’ll just have to be quick.”
The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as the blond’s pants quickly came undone, leaving no room for him to protest.
“Up, I need to get these off,” The heterochromatic mumbled, “please.”
Fuck it. If the guy was this insistent, Katsuki wouldn’t complain. He lifted himself off the couch for a second, just enough time for the taller one to tug the jeans down off his hips, dragging them over his knees and to the ground. In no time, Todoroki’s mouth was on the tent in his boxers, mouthing at his erection, soaking the fabric around it. Katsuki brought a hand up to the duel-coloured hair, gently combing his fingers through.
“You’re gonna make a mess, idiot.” He muttered, watching the other carefully.
Todoroki met his eyes, “then I’ll just clean it up.”
“Smartass.” His blunt nails dug into Katsuki’s waist, above the band of his boxers, igniting a small grunt from the man.
His nails continued to trail along his partners waist, mouth opening wider, as if he were a snake and Bakugou was his prey. Todoroki’s other hand came up to wrap itself around the waistband, tugging the boxers down, his mouth removing itself from Bakugou’s clothed dick. The boxers went quickly, the heterochromatic quickly latching himself back onto the blond, sucking and biting the skin on his thigh and abdominal, everywhere but the one place he wanted the idiot to touch. His nails scraped Bakugou’s side, leaving red lines in their wake, while bite marks and bruises bled into existence. Katsuki tugged on his hair, pulling his head back when the other refused to pause his actions. The blond leaned down, placing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to Todoroki’s lips, who eagerly pressed forward to return it. Their tongues mingling together as if painting a picture of every detail of each other’s mouth through feeling and taste alone.
When Katsuki pulled back he kept a firm grip on Todoroki’s hair, preventing the student from chasing after him. They were both a panting mess, the hetrochomatic’s lips parted and swollen, slick with saliva. His eyes obstruct with lust, and hair sticking up every which way, as if he’d already been fucked, three times over. Katsuki parted his legs a few more centimeters.
“Well,” By the gravelliness of his voice, he probably didn’t look much better, “we don’t have all fucking night do we?”
This may be happening, but unlike this pervert, Katsuki still rather not get caught by some early risers.
“Mmm,” Todoroki hummed, finally, taking Bakugou in his hand, leaning down to kiss the base of his cock, keeping eye contact as he stuck out his tongue, licking a strip up to the tip of his member.
He mouthed his way back down, this time wrapping his tongue around a ball, sucking it into his mouth before doing the same to the other one. Katsuki’s hands clutched at his side, red eyes transfixed on the actions before him. Todroki lapped his way back up, before tucking his teeth away and taking the head in his mouth, submerging himself down on the member, an inch at a time.
One, two, three, four, a muffled gag came from the heterochromatic as he paused four inches down. Katsuki drew his fingers through the others hair, allowing him the time he needed to relax his throat. Todoroki slowly swallowed the last two inches, eyes remaining fixated on the red pair.
“Such a good fucking bitch aren’t you?” Katsuki mumbled, lightly brushing his duel-coloured bangs back.
The man in question pulled himself off the blond’s erection, gasping for air. He shuffled his knees forward, until they hit the coach, as if attempting to get their bodies closer. Though he remained silent, taking another breath of air before lowering his head back onto Katsuki’s cock, taking the whole length in one move, as if he were a starving man, and this was his last meal. He choked, nose buried against Katsuki’s pubic bone, yet refused to remove himself like before, his saliva pooling at the base of the cock. He carefully raised himself from the blond’s erection sucking as he went, tongue flicking against the tip, a pop as he disconnected from the member, once again gasping for air. Drool dribbled down his chin, his hand grasping Katsuki’s dick, setting a fast pace, using the spit as lube, creating a profane squelching sound as he went.
The blond tugged at his hair, a groan falling from his lips. It seems to urge Todoroki on, who returned to sucking off Katsuki, setting a pace with his mouth, up and down, bobbing his head. Tongue lapping at the tip every once in a while, collecting the beads of pre-cum. Both of them were painfully hard at this point, both the blond’s hands had dug themselves into the white and red hair. One of Todoroki’s hands had found itself rubbing his own erection through his pajama pants, the other hooked onto Katsuki’s hip.
Not even a minute later, Todoroki had Katsuki coming into his mouth with nothing but a warning yank to his hair and a drawn out “fffuuuccck”. The heterochromic didn’t pull off until the others dick fell limp in his mouth, swallowing his seed. Katsuki, still recovering from his orgasm, peered down at Todoroki, his blue and brown eyes still half lidded, breathing hard, looking even more fucked than earlier. Especially with the speck of white in the corner of his lips. One hand planted on Katsuki’s naked leg, the other palming the tent in his pants. He was out of it, close to cumming.
“Shit,” the blond’s voice sent a shiver down the other’s spine, “get up here.”
“Hnn,” Todoroki sounded as fucked as he looked, if it wasn’t for refractory period, Katsuki could swear he’d be hard all over again, “you don’t have too-”
“Fuck that, I caused this problem, I’ll fix it.” The blond growled, lifting Todoroki off the ground, and on top of him.
“Haah, please, Bakugou.” Said blond swatted the other’s hand away from himself, his own dipping under the waistband of Todoroki’s pajama pants.
No boxers, fucking of course. Katsuki’s thumb swiped at the head, smothering precum along his length. He repeated the action a few times until there was enough for his hand to glide smoothly along Half-and-Half’s member, twisting his wrist as he pumped. The taller one rutted up to met Katsuki’s hand, matching his pace. Eyes rolling back, moans falling from his bruised lips as he neared his release. Katsuki’s kissed his partner, drinking in the sinful sounds as he quickened his pace, applying more pressure as they went. Todoroki tensed, mouth falling open against the blond’s, eyes falling closed, brows knitting together as he came over Katsuki’s fist, soiling his pants with his seed.
He collapsed against the blond, exhaustion taking hold. Their heaving breathing echoed through the, otherwise, silent room. With the fog fleeting from his mind, Katsuki glanced down at the red and white hair resting on his lap, chest rising and falling, eyes shut in content.
“Ey, don’t fall asleep on me bastard.” Even as he said it, he knew it wouldn’t do any good, Halfie was already to far gone, riding the high to sleep.
He did say getting off helped, what a weirdo.
“Tch,” Katsuki lifted the other off his body, pulling his clothing back on.
He looked down at the sleeping student. He should just leave him there, it would serve him right. Those pants were sure to be quite uncomfortable come morning though. Not to mention, how’d it go if someone found him like that. Knowing this freak, he’d tell the truth, and Katsuki did not want to be apart of that conversation.
The next morning Todoroki would find himself waking up late on the couch, blanket thrown over him, wearing a pair of pants he’s never seen before, having to come up with an excuse to why he was sleeping on the couch for the first time since, well, he started sleeping on the couch. It was surprising, he’s never slept better.
Now Katsuki swore he wasn’t going crazy, he could see a plan forming in that damn Halfie’s brain. They haven’t spoken all day, not since last night, when they got each other off. Todoroki didn’t confront him in the morning, nor did the blond dare to be the first to confront him. He’d be perfectly fine if it never happened again. Even though the temptation wouldn’t disappear from his damn mind all day, multiple times Katsuki caught himself staring at the idiot, lost in thought.
How he looked like between the blond’s legs, fucked up, begging, getting off being used for the blond’s pleasure. Coming undone in his hands. That impassive face scrunching up in pleasure. Fuck. The freak rubbed off on him. Great, how was he supposed to deal with this? And what the hell was the strawberry-vanilla swirl thinking?
It didn’t take him long to find out what was going through Half-and-Half’s mind, though it could’ve come at a better time than a knock at Kasuki’s bedroom door at two in the goddamn morning.
He threw open the door, “IcyHot, the fuck?”
“Can I spend the night?” His voice was soft.
“What, last night not good enough for you?” Katsuki scanned him over, he was dressed in pajamas almost identical to the ones he was wearing last night.
The male had the audacity to blush, “I wouldn’t mind continuing.”
The blond raised an eyebrow, so he did want more. Not that the hot-head had any objections to that, but he did wake him in the middle of the night. He wouldn’t make it easy for the pervert.
The teen moved away from the entrance, “come in, but-”
Katsuki was pushed against the wall of his room, a pair of greedy lips locking onto his, hands traveling up under his tank top, feeling up the muscles of his stomach and pecs. Todoroki pried his mouth open, tongue invading his mouth, one of his palms kneading his nipple, probing it to harden, to crave his touch. Katsuki’s dick twitched in his pajama pants, his palm coming up to push the other’s shoulder. Todoroki paid no mind, and when small explosions were sent off against his shoulder, the heterochromatic removed one of his hands to pin Katsuki’s to the wall above him.
Finally, Half-and-Half pulled away to take in air, looking over Katsuki’s form, hand still messaging his peck, by now the other one called for attention. Not that the blond would let Halfie know that.
“At least close the goddamn door before we start.” Katsuki decided on, he didn’t hate the current situation, a bit salty about it, but fuck it, he was horny.
Tokoroki hesitantly released him, silently shutting the door, turning to glare at the blond, an intense determination in his eyes, as if Katsuki were some sort of math question no one had ever been able to solve.
“Well, are you just going to stand there Halfie?” He marched up to the other.
A tilt of the head, and a glint in the eye was the only warning Bakugou got before he was jump, pounced on like a cat. The blond stumbled back, hands grabbing at the taller ones back, whos legs hooked around him, hips slotting against his own, arms grasping his shoulders.
“I could've dropped you dumbass Todoroki!” The red eyed student snarled.
“Shouto.” He muttered into the blond’s ear.
“What?”
“Call me Shouto, Katsuki.” If the blond didn’t already have his hands full, he’d punch the shitface, who gave him permission to use his first name?
“Yeah, fine, fucking Shouto.” It was made to sound like an insult, but Katsuki could feel the shudder run through his partner’s body, legs tightening around his waist.
“Sh-ou-to.” He sounded out, one hand taking ahold of Todoroki’s ass, propping him up, the other dancing under his shirt, along his spine.
He marveled at the effect the one word coming out of Katsuki’s mouth had on the guy. He was attentioned starved, that’s for sure, if it wasn’t already obvious enough.
“Take me to bed with you.” Half-and-half demanded.
“Tch, as if I didn’t plan too already, not going to get anywhere holding you like this am I?” He ridiculed, another kiss being placed to the blond’s lips as soon as the words were out.
It was quickly followed by a series of open mouthed kisses along his jaw, the taller one nipping and licking at his neck as Katsuki pulled them both towards the bed.
“If you leave a hickey, I’ll kill you.” he threatened.
Todororki paused, grinning against his skin before biting down on his pulse point. The blond groaned as the heterochromic sucked on the bitten area.
“Fucker.” He sighed, throwing the duel-haired teen onto the bed, taking a minute to enjoy how his partner’s body looked splayed across his bedsheets.
Katsuki climbed onto the bed after him, as soon as he was in reaching distance, Todoroki was grabbing at his tank top.
“Get undress.” His eyes roamed desperately over the blond’s clothed body.
“I’m not taking orders from you.” Still, he removed his tank top, “don’t think I’m the only one who should be getting undressed here.”
“Mmm,” Todororki’s eyes lidded as he looked over the hot-headed’s torso, “sure.”
Katsuki pulled at his pajama pants watching the taller one, “don’t just stare, get undressed Shouto.”
His lips parted, hands going to remove his own shirt, soon followed by his pants, no underwear, again. Bakugou shouldn't be surprised, it’s not like he was wearing any either. Leisurely removing his own pants, he took the time to skim Shouto’s body. His hair fell across the pillow, one arm curled up by his head, the other at his side. His erection up against his abdomen, legs parted, one slightly bent at the knee. His brown and blue eyes impatiently watched Katsuki remove the remaining article of clothing, unaware of the blond’s own gaze.
“You sure about this IcyHot?” He spoke as the pants were thrown off the bed.
“Of course.”
The blond grinned, “I won’t go easy on you.”
Todoroki’s eyes lit up, “good.”
His legs were roughly pulled farther apart, Katsuki slipping in between them. Half-and-Half locked them shut around the blond’s hips again. This time with nothing between them to keep from skin to skin contact. He grinded up on Katsuki’s cock, who remained still, watching on as Todoroki tried desperately to get the friction he craved. The blond rested his hands on the other’s hips, pulling him against his body,and finally, thrusting forward giving Todoroki the touch he wanted so badly.
“You’re lucky I have lube.” Katsuki groaned.
“Do you have condoms?”
“No,” the blond smirked, “guess we’ll just have to clean it up, huh Shouto?”
The other let out a whimper, the blond’s hand wrapping around his member, the other one reaching for the drawer beside his bed. They were chest agaisnt chest as he reached into the drawer, Todoroki’s breaths coming out in puffs next to his ear. The familiar bottle found its way into Bakugou’s hand, the draw slamming shut after it. The cover clicked open, the heterochromatic looking on in anticipation as the clear liquid was poured over the blond’s fingers.
Katsuki met his eyes, “it’ll be a bit cool, but i’m sure you won’t mind IcyHot.”
A finger circled the rim of his entrance. Todoroki inhaled sharply at the new sensation, the cool lube against his flushing skin. A predatory glint reflected through Bakugou’s eyes, feeding off any reaction Shouto had to offer, the small mewls as the blond’s finger pressed against the rim, the flickering of his eyes as it entered his ass, and the gasps as it pressed against Todoroki’s walls.
The taller one’s hand came up to block a drawn out moan from escaping his mouth as a second finger pressed at his entrance. Katsuki grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling it away.
“I wanna hear your whining, are you embarrassed knowing I’m the cause?” He pinned the hand to the bed, “tch, what am I saying, I bet it just turns you on.”
The digits in Todoroki scissored out, stretching his entrance. Another whimper escaping from then man underneath him.
“Heh-” Whatever reply the heterochromatic was conjuring up was cut off by a low moan as the third finger slowly found its way pushing in along with the other two.
“I barely have to stretch your greedy ass.” The blond mumbled, curling the fingers up to rub against his prostate.
“Ahhh,” Todoroki’s eyes widened, “right there Katsuki. More.”
“Fuck- I just gave you another finger, you’d think it’d kill you to have some patience.” The blond teased, applying light pressure to the ball of nerves, rubbing it in a circular motion.
“In this case, yes .” He gasped, body quivering against the sheets, hands remaining dutifully pressed in the sheets, beads of sweat pooling in the curve of his neck.
“Fine, have it your way.” Todoroki groaned at the loss of fullness as the blond removed his fingers, clenching down on nothing.
The click of the lube bottle opening stopped him from giving Kastuki a piece of his mind, holding his breath in wait. The blond let out a grunt as the cool liquid dripped over his cock, using his hand to spread it along the length. Red eyes met blue and brown, one last confirmation, Todoroki gave a slight nod, it was all the other needed. The tip of his member smeared precum over his entrance before he pushed past the rim. The heterochromatic relaxed into movement of Katsuki entering him, inch after inch until he bottomed out, savouring the tightness.
Todoroki rocked his hips impatiently, already fucking himself on the blond’s cock, who, in response, thrust forward to met him half way, hands grabbing his hips as if they were handles, using them to urge the taller one on. His movements began quicker, erratic, pounding into the duel-haired man who loved every second. His hands came up to clutch Kasuki’s’ shoulder, nails leaving red crescent moons in the rough skin. The blond’s hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, red eyes bouncing across his partners face, observing as his body trembled with every roll of his hips. The heterochromatic nearing his release with every thrust of Bakugou’s cock, pressing against his prostate and sending a wave of heat through his spine. Todoroki raised a hand to the other’s cheek.
“Close. So close, Katsuki.” He huffed.
“Mn, gonna fill you up Shouto,” The blond encouraged, one of his own hands leaving the taller one’s hip to grasp his erection, sporadically jerking him.
Todoroki back arched off the sheets, coming with a shaky cry, creating a mess of his abs and partner’s hand. Katsuki followed suit seconds later, cum filling Shouto’s body, his head dropping down to rest on the other’s shoulder, gasping as they drew through the orgasm before falling silent a minute later, catching their breaths.
“Mh,” The blond opened his eyes at the sound, though he didn’t exactly remember shutting them, “can I stay here?”
“See if I care.” Mumbled Katsuki after the sleepy heterochromatic finished.
It’d be a plus, he didn’t feel like moving at the moment, still basking in the afterglow of sex.
“I think I’d sleep better with you.” The confession echoed in the dark room.
“Good,” Katsuki declared, “I’m not letting you get rid of me that easily IcyHot, or should I say Shouto.”
Said man’s arms came to wrap themselves around the blond’s torso, holding him in a tired grip. Katsuki shut his eyes, dragging his head to lay up upon the others chest, rising with every inhale, content with listening to his heart beat.
“This is gonna feel like shit in the morning.” Cum sticky between their bodies.
“See if I care.” Todoroki mimicked.