[ Todoroki's eyes never looked that intense for as long as he'd known him. as if a menacing shadow loomed over that boy's demeanor, and over the strong contours of his face; like a hound on a trail of a prey. the unbridled strength of it alone had Bakugou reeling and wondering– just how sinister it could get if he'd give in to him fully. his knees trembled with that thought, and the coiling heat between his legs curled tighter. the harsh change in countenance thrilled him, charged the blood in his veins to pump faster, his heart jittery with – what? fear? arousal? fervor? yes, all of that!
he'd seen the signs leading up to this moment long ago. it started with a crushing grip around his throat, and he'd seen another glimpse when he was pushed against the wall, face bruised, bloody and scarred for life. same eyes, same look. right now.
Bakugou's eyes fluttered open with a muted gasp, his body mid-arch; breathing shallow, quick from shock. the logical side of him wanted to react like a sane person and push Todoroki off him. those wounds— are neither fresh, nor sanitary to have anyone's tongue rubbing on them. dirt, sweat, small debris and the toxic taste of metal\nitroglycerin required a strong stomach to try to savour it all. he should stop him, end this, but— Bakugou didn't.
his utter submission is turning into a dangerous pattern today.
Todoroki emitted sin with every breath he exhales, every kiss, and every touch. the image of his lips coated in gory red, and blood slithering down to his chin made him shudder. thick waves of unquenchable lust filled Bakugou's lungs and he moaned breathlessly; watching as Todoroki's fingers took in what they wanted with ease- ... defiant as he started violating him in the middle of the nurse's office.
a flash of fire shot through his groin and seared, springing Bakugou's eyes open, mouth agape as he felt those teeth stab his skin in a new mark; one hand clutched his abdomen and he bit down on a curse. shaken, Bakugou clenched his teeth and breathed through the extreme brand of pain that refused to fade. ]
God, you're so- ... so nasty! Fuckin' vicious ...
[ alas, they both shared their own unique sense of humor. despite the intensity, and raw vigor in his tone, Bakugou never broke the smug smile even when he started writhing in his seat like an animal in heat; licking his dry lips as he learned something new about himself. as much as Todoroki loved to hurt him, Bakugou loved to welcome it. ]
... Fuck.
[ swallowing hard and heaving with breath, Bakugou ground his forehead against the head of the chair, hands fisted upon his thighs as he rode through another strike of pain and burn that tore through him like wild fire. it left him starved and restless, and then Todoroki's words sounded like sweet promises masking ominous red flags. but, with everything going on— he was edging to a stage where he didn't want to fight back. he just wanted to feel. anything.
he nodded slowly, his voice raspy and low, eyes barely open. ]
Mm. Anything you had t-to give ...
[ it's still all fun and games. still feels good. it's okay ... ]
[Bakugou is fucking hard in his hand, and that's all the confirmation he needs; the question — and the insults that sounded more like praise — had been rhetorical, but the answers he found churn his blood south as much as the anger (at himself, at Bakugou, at the bastard who marked him like this) had. now, he finds his jealousy compounded, he himself touch-starved in the worst moments, and instead of take, he gives]
[when his hand releases the hard cock in its grip, it's left abandoned and exposed, nestled on the black fabric of a dirty hero suit that the world may one day come to recognize but for now, stays safe and locked away where Todoroki wants it. fingers find a crown of blond spikes and pull, ripping Bakugou's head back, but the abuse doesn't last there, turns instead to cradling. the throat in his grip isn't squeezed, his chin left unbruised and unmarked despite the grip he has it in, but he opens him up instead — leaning over him, ominous, looming, he plunges his filthy tongue into his mouth, a kiss that's awkwardly positioned but no less dirty and evocative for how his tongue slides against the other boy's erotically, urging him to suck every bit of poison from it]
[then is when his fingers close around another one of the pegs to give it a sudden and unceremonious, anguished pull]
[Todoroki's own body is spent and tired, heavy with lethargy, but he hasn't bled the way he has no doubts Bakugou will make him — but here is where he wants to be, to feel his mouth shake and open with the agony of it, where his hot tears are so close for his thumb to slide across and wipe for him]
[and when the peg clatters loudly to the ground, splattering detritus as it lands, Todoroki pulls away from their kiss with all of its agonizing scrape and throb to lick at his temple and catch a falling teardrop on his tongue too. now what remains are the two on the top as the mottled holes left on his skin bleed into the seam of his pants; when Todoroki's hands are all over him again, his fingers settle and grip into his hips suggestively, palms folding over the wounds with the width of his palm, and he lifts]
Come here.
[books and paperwork atop an office desk are scattered as Todoroki roughly slams Bakugou into it, bending him over onto the hard surface with a close press of his body, the removed bottom pegs giving him the room to take the touch he was craving. it's not difficult to feel the erection through his own hero suit, full and rough against where he presses his hips square into Bakugou's and nestles it right between his cheeks like he's about to fuck him through the fabric. there's no denying the relieved sigh as he ruts down against him, a moment of control that slips away from him as the pent-up expression of sadism make for an uncomfortable time as he squeezes into those wounds with an unforgiving grip, and presses him hard enough that Bakugou's neglected dick drags across the cool surface of the desk]
[a few rocks is all it takes for his head to swim, the searing, overwhelming lust for this — for him — to knock the breath out of him. he's panting hard when he stops again, breath fanning out on the sick-sticky skin of his back:]
Katsuki —
[he wants him so bad, and he's all he can taste, practically drugged on it. maybe he was a little too prepared for this when he carefully lets his hips go, palms now covered in gore, and grabs a small bottle from the knapsack situated in the small of his back, the sound of a cap popping the only warning that serves for what comes next as he jerks Bakugou's slacks down onto his thighs haphazardly and slots a finger covered in both lube and carnage into him all the way to the knuckle]
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he'd seen the signs leading up to this moment long ago. it started with a crushing grip around his throat, and he'd seen another glimpse when he was pushed against the wall, face bruised, bloody and scarred for life. same eyes, same look. right now.
Bakugou's eyes fluttered open with a muted gasp, his body mid-arch; breathing shallow, quick from shock. the logical side of him wanted to react like a sane person and push Todoroki off him. those wounds— are neither fresh, nor sanitary to have anyone's tongue rubbing on them. dirt, sweat, small debris and the toxic taste of metal\nitroglycerin required a strong stomach to try to savour it all. he should stop him, end this, but— Bakugou didn't.
his utter submission is turning into a dangerous pattern today.
Todoroki emitted sin with every breath he exhales, every kiss, and every touch. the image of his lips coated in gory red, and blood slithering down to his chin made him shudder. thick waves of unquenchable lust filled Bakugou's lungs and he moaned breathlessly; watching as Todoroki's fingers took in what they wanted with ease- ... defiant as he started violating him in the middle of the nurse's office.
a flash of fire shot through his groin and seared, springing Bakugou's eyes open, mouth agape as he felt those teeth stab his skin in a new mark; one hand clutched his abdomen and he bit down on a curse. shaken, Bakugou clenched his teeth and breathed through the extreme brand of pain that refused to fade. ]
God, you're so- ... so nasty! Fuckin' vicious ...
[ alas, they both shared their own unique sense of humor. despite the intensity, and raw vigor in his tone, Bakugou never broke the smug smile even when he started writhing in his seat like an animal in heat; licking his dry lips as he learned something new about himself. as much as Todoroki loved to hurt him, Bakugou loved to welcome it. ]
... Fuck.
[ swallowing hard and heaving with breath, Bakugou ground his forehead against the head of the chair, hands fisted upon his thighs as he rode through another strike of pain and burn that tore through him like wild fire. it left him starved and restless, and then Todoroki's words sounded like sweet promises masking ominous red flags. but, with everything going on— he was edging to a stage where he didn't want to fight back. he just wanted to feel. anything.
he nodded slowly, his voice raspy and low, eyes barely open. ]
Mm. Anything you had t-to give ...
[ it's still all fun and games. still feels good. it's okay ... ]
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[when his hand releases the hard cock in its grip, it's left abandoned and exposed, nestled on the black fabric of a dirty hero suit that the world may one day come to recognize but for now, stays safe and locked away where Todoroki wants it. fingers find a crown of blond spikes and pull, ripping Bakugou's head back, but the abuse doesn't last there, turns instead to cradling. the throat in his grip isn't squeezed, his chin left unbruised and unmarked despite the grip he has it in, but he opens him up instead — leaning over him, ominous, looming, he plunges his filthy tongue into his mouth, a kiss that's awkwardly positioned but no less dirty and evocative for how his tongue slides against the other boy's erotically, urging him to suck every bit of poison from it]
[then is when his fingers close around another one of the pegs to give it a sudden and unceremonious, anguished pull]
[Todoroki's own body is spent and tired, heavy with lethargy, but he hasn't bled the way he has no doubts Bakugou will make him — but here is where he wants to be, to feel his mouth shake and open with the agony of it, where his hot tears are so close for his thumb to slide across and wipe for him]
[and when the peg clatters loudly to the ground, splattering detritus as it lands, Todoroki pulls away from their kiss with all of its agonizing scrape and throb to lick at his temple and catch a falling teardrop on his tongue too. now what remains are the two on the top as the mottled holes left on his skin bleed into the seam of his pants; when Todoroki's hands are all over him again, his fingers settle and grip into his hips suggestively, palms folding over the wounds with the width of his palm, and he lifts]
Come here.
[books and paperwork atop an office desk are scattered as Todoroki roughly slams Bakugou into it, bending him over onto the hard surface with a close press of his body, the removed bottom pegs giving him the room to take the touch he was craving. it's not difficult to feel the erection through his own hero suit, full and rough against where he presses his hips square into Bakugou's and nestles it right between his cheeks like he's about to fuck him through the fabric. there's no denying the relieved sigh as he ruts down against him, a moment of control that slips away from him as the pent-up expression of sadism make for an uncomfortable time as he squeezes into those wounds with an unforgiving grip, and presses him hard enough that Bakugou's neglected dick drags across the cool surface of the desk]
[a few rocks is all it takes for his head to swim, the searing, overwhelming lust for this — for him — to knock the breath out of him. he's panting hard when he stops again, breath fanning out on the sick-sticky skin of his back:]
Katsuki —
[he wants him so bad, and he's all he can taste, practically drugged on it. maybe he was a little too prepared for this when he carefully lets his hips go, palms now covered in gore, and grabs a small bottle from the knapsack situated in the small of his back, the sound of a cap popping the only warning that serves for what comes next as he jerks Bakugou's slacks down onto his thighs haphazardly and slots a finger covered in both lube and carnage into him all the way to the knuckle]