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Bakugou grumbled to himself for the dozenth time that evening keeping pace behind a chattering, drunk Kirishima. The chilly autumn breeze whipped through the stitching of his thin jacket as he stomped his way through downtown, his boots hitting the damp cement with a resounding smack. Their dumbass friends already had Bakugou in a sour enough mood to convince his best friend to leave the bar where they were all getting hammered. For a group of renowned heroes they had no public decency. Howling together like a pack of banshee, shots burning their bellies, screaming over each other about pointless tabloid gossips; it gave Bakugou a headache. Kirishima reluctantly agreed to leave with Bakugou after a begrudging promise that the night wasn’t over yet. So, his red-headed savior led the way though the lit, crowded streets towards a club Mina recommended. She had shooed them out the door with an over-the-top wink and a spritely “good luck!”. Bakugou swore that bitch was never up to any good. Kirishima was still bubbling over with excitement chattering away, so Bakugou played along. He had realized after leaving that Kirishima was the one holding on to their apartment keys so Bakugou was stuck, tagging along where ever the idiot wanted to go, unfortunately. He tugged his beanie over his ears with a scowl as Kirishima rounded the street corner waving his hands around, still babbling about something Bakugou couldn’t care less about. The street they turned onto was less crowded than the bright streets of downtown. They had to be close. Kirishima perked up at the sound of small group of young adults laughing around a nondescript door. The smell of their cigarettes mixed with the breeze as Kirishima practically bounced to the door, realizing this was the place. Bakugou could feel bass pounding against the brick walls, vibrating the building like a captive trying to escape. Kirishima swung open the door and the sound crept into Bakugou’s bones, vibrating his whole body as he watched his friend run down the dark stairs. He followed, staring suspiciously at the large person guarding the door at the foot of the staircase. A gruff exchange and a series of nods, the guard had Kirishima pulling open the door with a wide smile and pushing Bakugou past the dark entry way. It was like being hit by a crashing ocean wave. Blinking, Bakugou was pushed into neon blue, purple and green strobing lights pulsing in time to overwhelming house music. The bass pulsed through his whole body, shaking from the floor up in to his chest pressing inwards with every beat, clamping his heart. As if cresting the wave, Kirishima grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward. He rushed them to some open bar stools seated at an elegant bar that stretched the expanse of the left wall of the club. Tumbling into the seat Bakugou’s eyes skimmed over the attractive bartender in all black, matching the other two behind the bar serving the guests. A gin and tonic was placed before him, Kirishima was already paying the man. It was as if he was drowning in the sheer pressure of the club, and his drink was his oxygen. Taking a breath, and a drink, Bakugou found himself finally able to look around the club. It was packed. Of course Mina wished him luck, this was exactly the type of place he hated. Excessively loud music, flashy lights, and swarms of drunk, stupid people. The dance floor heaved under the weight of the crowds movements, moisture collecting in the air from human perspiration. Disgusting. Occasionally the bodies would thin out enough as Bakugou surveyed the club. The wall opposite the bar was lined with secluded green booths crowded with intoxicated patrons in expensive-looking clothing. Purple light illuminated couples shamelessly grinding on each other in the booths, lips locked, grasping at their stupid clothes. “Fuck, get a room,” He mumbled to himself turning back to the bar and finishing his drink. Bakugou ordered another gin and tonic, distracted by his thoughts on how horribly shameless everyone was, including his friends earlier that night. Kirishima nudged him with his elbow. “Oi, Bakugou,” He reached over and pulled Bakugou’s beanie over his bangs. “Keep your hair covered, you don’t want to be recognized here.” Bakugou briefly noticed Kirishima’s hair wasn’t in his usual spikes, instead the strands pulled into a loose bun. It wasn’t unusual when going out lately, but to have him mention it set Bakugou on edge. “What do you mean I don’t want to be recognized here.” Bakugou glared up at his taller friend. “Uh well, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet…” Scratching at the back of his head, Kirishima paused to pick up his drink again. “Kiri. What is this place?” Bakugou demanded, glancing around the club again, noticing a hallway at the back wall he didn’t spot before. An older, curvy woman sat in front of the hallway with a clip board. Kirishima’s voice brought his attention back to the bar. “It’s… it’s a S&M club.” “What?!” Bakugou sputtered around his drink, alcohol desperately trying to escape his mouth. “I mean, I thought it was obvious. Sorry.” He heard Kirishima’s apology as if it was at the end of a tunnel. Bakugou looked back out to the club as if his eyes were finally opened. Those stupid outfits were adorned with leather straps and spikes. Eye widened at the figures on the dance floor, over half of them were in some kind of bondage gear. Who the fuck needs that many straps on their boots? No wonder Kirishima was excited to come here, he would fit right in if he was wearing his hero outfit. Bakugou’s face turned a deep red, fortunately disguised by the green flashing lights. He quickly finished his drink, slammed it down and stood to leave. Kirishima was too fast though, grabbing his wrist and holding Bakugou in place. “Aren’t you at least a little bit curious?” Ah, there they were. Those fucking puppy eyes Kirishima was famous for. He almost never used them on Bakugou, and of all times for him to use them - it had to be to convince his best friend to stay at a damn sex club. He sat back down with an exasperated huff. “Ok, fine Kiri.” He ran his hands through the blonde hair peeking from his beanie. “how does this work then?” He was stuck here until Kirishima decided to leave anyway. “Well, see that pretty lady back there?” He pointed openly at the curvy woman with the clip board. “You go chat with her to either reserve a room with someone else, or she’ll help pair you with someone aligned with your needs.” “Uh, needs?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow “Yeah, like… your kinks or whatever. There’s a list on the paper you gotta fill out.” How he can say such things so simply, Bakugou wonders. He orders more gin, this time without the tonic. “Look Bakugou, I’m gonna go mingle and maybe check out a room. If anything we can leave in an hour if you still aren’t feeling it, ok?” Bakugou grunted a response as Kirishima squeezed his shoulder and disappeared into the sea of bodies, leaving Bakugou to scowl into his drink. What harm would it be to go back there? No one here but Kirishima knows who he is. He slammed his drink down and pressed his hand onto the smooth bar to push himself up and away towards the back of the club. Face to face with the hallway guardian, his arms crossed, he glowered at the woman as she looked him up and down. “First time, sweetheart?” “Heh, maybe.” He held out his hand to receive that dumb, sacred paper and pen from the smirking woman’s clipboard. Retreating to press his back against the wall of the club he skimmed over the form. A blissed out couple said their slurred goodbyes to the woman as they tumbled to the exit, a radio call for clean up followed a cheerful wave. The list was pretty standard, a list for likes and an identical list for dislikes with small check boxes next to each row. Gender preferences, Sub/Dom, sadism and masochism, all of the usual were included as expected. Then, by surprise, a certain check box caught his attention and his eyes went wide. Bakugou never thought one of his favorite fantasies would be so blatantly staring back at him. His hand trembled slightly hesitating as his mind dared him to check the box. Clutching the paper he pressed his pen down and then shoved the form in to the woman face. Laughing brightly at his abrasive behavior, she skimmed the lists her smile widening. “Mmm, you’re in luck today mister moody! There’s already a perfect match waiting in room four. Here is their list, get familiar with it. If you accept, memorize their safe words and boundaries then sign the consent form.” Bakugou slowly took the form from her. There was no name on the list of course, not that it mattered when being anonymous was part of the plan for the night. His heart started pumping rapidly as he read down the sheet. This had to be a joke, there was no way someone could line up this perfectly with him. He signed the paper, noting the red/yellow/green safe word system indicated and took one last moment to memorize the neatly checked boxes. “Room four, huh…” The paperwork process only took a few minutes but it felt as if years had been shaved off of Bakugou’s life span. He slowly turned to walk down the red lit hallway, palms sweating. A room on the left with a plain black door hosted a metal engraving of the number four. He paused to brace himself, taking a deep breath, the air smelled of smoke and disinfectant. Before he could let himself think he rapped his knuckles against the black door twice, but over the thrumming music from the club he heard no response. Time seemed to stall as he grasped the cold doorknob and pushed the door open.He slipped inside letting his eyes adjust to the dim blue light that bathed the room. The cement floor felt cold through his thin shoes and the walls felt damp giving a musty quality to the air. Shutting the door behind him, the room was quiet. Only the vibrations from the club and his own thudding heart permeated the still environment inside the room. A low wooden table with half open drawers filled the center of the room. A Saint Andrew’s cross was nestled in between rows of flogs, whips and other gear hanging from the wall. A lone suspension ring hanging from the ceiling gleamed in the blue light - but none of that mattered.The only thing Bakugou could focus on was the lean, shirtless figured draping himself over an oversized wooden chair. Their mouth agape, mismatched eyes staring straight into Bakugou’s crimson ones. His throat tightened up.“No fucking way.”
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“What the fuck are you doing here Half and Half?” “I could ask you the same thing.” Todoroki was back to his usual stoic expression, head tilted to the side, eyes never leaving Bakugou’s. “No, no fucking way. I’m not doing this. I’m out.” Bakugou sputtered and put his hand back on the doorknob. In a flash, Todoroki had sprang from the chair and crossed the room to where Bakugou was standing. Just inches away, he stared the blonde down, challenging him. “You signed up for this, you know.” Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes widened trying to process the range of emotions swirling within the bi colored eyes. Anger, surprise…oh, lust - Interesting. He swallowed. Unblinking, Todoroki scoffed, “You too afraid?”. “No! Fuck you. I just thought the point of this shit was to be anonymous.” Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed together, squinting, his crimson eyes alight. Todoroki took a small step towards Bakugou putting a hand on either side of his former classmates head. “It’s anonymous if you don’t tell anyone, Ba-ku-gou.” He crashed forward pressing Bakugou’s lips to his. How many times that night would Bakugou drown? Todoroki forced them to move in sync as a groan escaped Bakugou; he had succumbed to his fate. Clutching on to Todoroki’s hair like a lifeline, Bakugou reprimanded his own body for responding so quickly to the too hot, too cold, tongue forcing its way between chapped lips. The red silk between his fingers, almost black under the bath of blue light, tangled between Bakugou’s rough hands, suddenly slipped away, taking with it the heat pressed against his body. He was weak at the knees as Todoroki quickly turned away from him, casually striding over to the table in the center of the room. He began to pull the contents in the drawers out as Bakugou slumped against the wood, the vibrations pulsing through the door not helping his heart’s erratic pace. Resting his head back against the black wood, the vibrations suddenly seemed miles away as his gaze focused on Todoroki. Fuck, he aged well. Bakugou caught himself thinking. He had only seen photos of the allusive Hero Shouto since they signed on with Endeavor Agency, having disconnected with the rest of the class after graduation other than Deku. Fucking Deku’s been holding out on him, hasn’t he. Keeping Todoroki far from Bakugou’s grasp only to find him here of all places. What are the odds of that, ending up here after so many years? Bakugou couldn’t keep his eyes from sliding down the muscular back. He admired how Todoroki’s pants hung low around his hips slightly straining as he pulled things from the drawer, blue light bouncing off the curves of his lean back muscles. Mouth dry, he pushed himself away from the door. Throwing his jacket and beanie into the corner he strode to where Todoroki was bent over the table still. Rough fingertips connected to Todoroki’s waist causing the taller man to jump slightly before relaxing into the welcomed touch. Bakugou slowly, gently, circled his hands about Todoroki’s thick waist, fingering under his pant line, enjoying the rub of the stiff fabric on his thumbs. Bakugou’s breath hit Todoroki’s back in hot puffs as he smoothly popped the pant’s button open. Clamping down on to Todoroki’s hips, he spun him around to face him and sat him firmly down on the table. A small whine escaped Todoroki’s lips, fueling Bakugou’s increasing desire. “Hands up.” Came Bakugou’s command. A glare in response, hands still on the table. “You’ll have to try harder than that.” Bakugou surged forward slipping a hand down Todoroki’s pants while grabbing a fist full of fine hair, yanking his head back to expose throat. For a moment his breath hot and wet struck Todoroki’s throat, his body rigid. Bakugou’s voice came as almost a growl, velvet and gravel, right in Todoroki’s ear, “Hands up, Shouto.” Hand lifted above his head, goosebumps traveling down his neck and arms. Todoroki complied. The weight of those dominating, crimson eyes pinned him down. Bakugou removed his hand from Todoroki’s pants to grasp at a hank of soft, brown rope by his side. “Don’t move.” His voice softer, grumbling in his chest. His eyes never leaving the mismatched ones in front of him. Shifting his weight he climbed up on to the table, a strong thigh pressing against each side of Todoroki. Bakugou released his grip on Todoroki’s hair to run his hand from hip, to ribs, nails raking against the skin leaving soft pink lines behind. Finding and pinching a pierced nipple (Todoroki was full of surprises now, wasn’t he?), up to the wrists still hovering above his head. He grasped the wrists tightly while flawlessly whipping the rope out to his ride, unraveling the hank to let the rope snap crisply in the air. Todoroki’s heart jumped at the sound in expectation. Bakugou leaned forward on to his knees while lifting the wrists up forcing Todoroki’s body flush with his. Cheek pressed against torso, Todoroki felt his face heat up at the sweet, smoky smell radiating off of Bakugou’s clothes. Bakugou momentarily released the wrists to wind the rope around them, wrapping several times then securing the knot. Checking the tightness and comfort of the tie and deeming it safe, Bakugou yanked upward, and hard. A whine caught in Todoroki’s lips, he felt his spine straighten and his shoulders strain. His face forced to slide up Bakugou’s torso, the cloth of his t-shirt rubbing his nose, embedding the smell of toasted caramel in his nostrils and his memory. “You like that don’t you, you slut?” A second whine this time through parted lips as Todoroki cast his eyes downwards, embarrassed at the surge of arousal sweeping his gut. Grabbing Todoroki’s face with his free hand, Bakugou admired the watery eyes avoiding his gaze and how they perfectly offset the deep blush gracing his cheeks. Smirking, Bakugou climbed off the table. Letting Todoroki’s bound hands fall to his lap, Bakugou put the rope in his teeth and set about making a show of unbuttoning his pants with both hands. Shrugging his pants down in front of a wide eyed Todoroki, Bakugou slipped his cock out from his boxers, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Mouthing his words around the rope, “See what you’ve already done to me?” He spat the rope out and grasped it with his right hand. He yanked on the rope, first upwards to lift Todoroki off of the table, then down to bring him to his knees in front of Bakugou. His free hand cupped Todoroki’s chin tilting his head up to meet Bakugou’s piercing gaze. “You want to taste me, don’t you whore?” Todoroki nodded quickly responding without thought as his eyes cast downwards again, flushing an even deeper red. “…Yes.” Todoroki’s eyes stayed fixed on the ground in front of him. “Yes what?” The growl came a little louder. “I want to taste you,” Lust blown pupils slinked upwards, “Katsuki.” Bakugou’s heart stuttered hearing his name rolled off that sweet pink tongue so easily. Before he could catch his breath, the same tongue swiped up the base of Bakugou’s cock to the throbbing tip. Pressing the tip of his tongue to Bakugou’s slit, Todoroki gathered the pre-cum dripping there with an appreciative hum before engulfing Bakugou into his cold mouth, his warm lips wrapped around his girth. “Ah-Fuck!” The shock of pleasure nearly caused Bakugou to double over clutching Todoroki’s fine red and white hair with a vicious grip. A low moan emitted from his belly, as Todoroki scraped his perfect teeth lightly over the head. How does he know exactly how I like it? The fleeting thought crossed Bakugou’s mind before Todoroki hollowed out his cheeks and slid Bakugou out of him with a lewd pop. Todoroki’s breath was cold as it washed over the sensitive skin, his lips swollen red with a single strand of saliva connecting him to Bakugou’s tip. Bakugou swept down as if to catch the spit from Todoroki’s before it fell away and plunged his tongue deep into the other man’s mouth. He groaned at the taste of himself captured within the shared heat. Pulling away, his lips hovered closely, a small puff of breath hovered in the air between them before the grip around Todoroki’s throat tightened. He was lifted to his feet. Head dizzy, Todoroki obeyed the silent demand, following Bakugou’s direction towards the corner of the room. “Back on your knees.” Bakugou snapped like a short laugh before releasing his grip. The sudden lack of support caused Todoroki to fall to the ground, gasping for air, his bound hands barely catching his fall. Panting and sweating, he pushed himself on to his knees to defiantly stare at the blonde who he noticed with irritation, was still clothed. Stepping forward Bakugou grabbed the rope again to hoist it above Todoroki’s head and looped it around the suspension ring above them. Securing it in place, he stepped back to admire the absolute wreck that was Todoroki Shouto. His knees were scraped from the cement floor, drool slipping past his kiss bruised lips, and most of all - those eyes. Todoroki’s eyes usually mismatched in color were two perfect circles of lust-blown black. He deserves an award for those eyes, Bakugou swore to himself. He shrugged the rest of his clothing off, tossing them in to a different corner of the room. Rounding back to his bound toy of the evening, he ripped their pants and boxers down and off, leaving a perfect body exposed for the taking. Todoroki hissed as his hard member hit the cold air of the room. Apparently, Todoroki was not done surprising for the night, there were four, no five, gleaming metal bars struct through the soft flesh of his dick. Bakugou was sure his eyes matched Todoroki’s lust blown ones after viewing the absolute feast presented before him. He couldn’t resist grabbing and gently tugging at the prince albert at the tip of Todoroki’s length. A loud gasp followed by a low moan rewarded him for the touch. “Fuck, shit you’re something else Todoroki. How long have you had these, you kinky bastard?” He thumbed over the ridges of the jacobs ladder near the base of Todoroki’s cock. Arousal beaded at Todoroki’s slit as he shuttered at the touches.” “Ungg - a few years.” “Wait, that means you had these when we were at UA?” Bakugou took Todoroki fully into his grasp and intensifying the teasing. Panting, Todoroki nodded and flushed a deeper red, “Some of them yes.” His voice strangled as Bakugou worked him faster, rougher. Bakugou carefully watched the reactions before him as his hand moved with the piercings, noticing when Todoroki’s breath would hitch just right. Bakugou wanted him to loose control and would do anything in his power to cause that. His voice a purr, layering thick, “Do you want more, Shouto?” Todoroki could not bite back the loud moan escaping him as his hips bucked forward, spilling his seed into Bakugou’s hand. “I’d say thats a yes.” Todoroki slumped forward letting all his weight rest through the ropes holding him up, his heart pounding in his throat. He had never came that quickly before; what was wrong with him? It was just a hand job. No one should be able to get under his skin that easily, it was humiliating. He was snapped out of his thoughts as a metal tray was loudly placed next to him, a collection of packaged materials resting inside. The sight did nothing to calm down his racing heart. “Shouto, look at me.” Bakugou lifted Todoroki’s chin to meet his gaze. “Tell me if it gets too much, ok? Remember your colors?” The look Bakugou was giving him confused Todoroki, it was more than lust - it was genuine concern in those crimson orbs. Todoroki nodded “I understand.” His breath caught as he heard packages being unwrapped before him, Bakugou placing the supplies back in organized lines on the steel tray. Bakugou’s attention focused on the task at hand. He ripped open an alcohol wipe and began cleaning Todoroki’s chest in small circles. The gentleness of the touch caused a lump to form in Todoroki’s throat, a swell of emotion swam beneath his eyes. He pressed his eyes closed to fight to onslaught of raw emotion and gasped when a spot under his collarbone was pinched with Bakugou’s fingers. “Shouto, Breath in with me.” A sharp point pricked the sensitive flesh of his chest, “Breathe out.” The needle passed through the skin in one smooth motion. Todoroki’s eyes flew open as his vision turned white. Throwing back his head gasping, shuttering as the pain rushed endorphins through his body. “Good boy, next one” A pinch, a breath in and out as a second needle passed through the skin a bit lower than the first. Todoroki grimaced with a whimper. “Color?” Through a pant, “gre-en”. A pinch, then another needle was shoved a little lower on the chest. Todoroki could feel a small trickle of blood trailing down his chest and onto his ribs. His body responding in waves of pleasure, his length hardening again. “Come on Shouto, we’re no where close to being done.” In quicker succession three more piercings were placed on his left pectoral, making a graceful arch with the needles tips pointing directly to his nipple. Todoroki gasped, stunned at the precision of the spacing and the depth, it was perfect. “Katsuki, more.. please.” Todoroki gasped out, tears threatening to slide out of the corners of his eyes. Bakugou hummed, pleased with how Todoroki begged for more. Cupping his face he placed a gentle kiss on Todoroki’s lips feeling the temperature flip from hot to cold with each beat of his heart. Leaning back he admired the determination and lust within Todoroki’s eyes as tears threatened to leak from the corners. Bakugou leaned forward to pinch below the right collarbone. With each pinch and slip of the needle Todoroki’s vision exploded into fireworks, the pain elevating him into a state of euphoria. If Bakugou was drowning, Todoroki was flying. His cock now painfully hard, pre-cum dripping down to splash along side small droplets of blood. By the last piecing in the arch Todoroki was shaking and groaning, the threatening tears darkened the cement in spots next to cum and blood. Through choked sobs he begged for more. Bakugou grabbed Todoroki’s face between both of his hands. “No, no more. You’ve had enough.” Todoroki babbled back pleading for more as Bakugou backed away and popped the cap on a bottle of lube. “I said no, Shouto. You’ve had enough, it’s my turn.” He sat down in front of Todoroki a leg on either side of the mess Todoroki had made. Pouring a generous amount of lube on his own fingers before reclining back and pressing a finger inside of himself. “Watch me.” Bakugou locked eyes with his partner as their eyes widened at the erotic display of Bakugou fingering himself. Choking on sobs he was forced to watch a panting Bakugou on the ground slipping a second finger inside of himself, unable to reach him with bound hands above his head. He could do nothing but moan at the beautiful sight. Hitting the right spot inside himself, Bakugou threw back his head and loudly mewled stretching a third finger inside, growing more impatient. His tongue lolled out of his mouth panting as Todoroki followed every move with rampant attention, cock twitching with every whimper Bakugou emitted as he fucked himself on his fingers. “Ah, fuck!” It wasn’t enough, Bakugou needed more. Reaching for the last package prepared for Todoroki, he ripped it open with his teeth grabbing it out of the packaging and rolled a condom down Todoroki’s weeping length. Todoroki gasped at the contact as his heart jumped at the attention from his blonde god. Rendered completely speechless in shock at his luck, Todoroki leaned forward, feeling the heat radiating off of Bakugou’s body. Sweat stuck between their bodies as Bakugou climbed on to his lap. Bakugou lined himself up so Todoroki’s pierced tip gently pressed against his entrance. “You ready?” “Ah, fuck yes… please.” Bakugou slowly sunk down to take Todoroki in, feeling the first, then second piercings press and enter past his rim. He tried not to immediately orgasm as the erotic feeling of chilled metal rolled into his body. He sank lower to take the last three piercings inside of him, completely seated on Todoroki. both men moaned as building heat passed between them. Bakugou reached up to grab on to Todoroki’s cold, bound hands, using them to lift himself up slowly. Each piercing slipped past his rim in agonizing pleasure before slamming back down making Todoroki scream out, tears streaming down his cheeks. Bakugou picked up a violent pace using Todoroki’s bound hands, his shoulder, neck, and hips to balance himself in place. Bakugou didn’t ignore a single inch of skin on Todoroki, hands grasping all the skin he could reach as his body slammed down filling himself. He was absolutely unable to resist touching his perfectly bound package everywhere. He grazed across the fresh piercings on Todoroki’s chest with his finger tips, the sensitive skin causing Todoroki to cry out obscenities and words of praise for Bakugou, begging for more. Clinging to his partner Bakugou stole kisses enjoying the rapid changes between hot and cold he found deep inside Todoroki’s yearning mouth. Bakugou gripped Todoroki’s hips tight enough to leave bruises and held him firmly in place. “Shouto, be still.” Todoroki immediately stopped, subservient to Bakugou’s commands. Sliding Todoroki out of himself Bakugou stood and placed his cock against Todoroki’s slick lips. Without needing to instruct him, Todoroki hungrily lapped around Bakugou’s cock nipping at the length then applying a cold tongue to ease any discomfort. “Ah, fuck yes. Keep doing that”. Bakugou loosened the rope at Todoroki’s wrists easily and slipped his cold hands from the binding. He rubbed circulation back into Todoroki’s pale palms as he felt the lewd slurping of lips around his cock. A satisfied moan reached his lips as Todoroki hummed in gratitude around his girth. Releasing Todoroki’s hand, they slowly floated down to his sides. “Fuck me” A simple command, said without the nervousness that Bakugou felt. He knew Todoroki could see it in his eyes. Todoroki reached for him slowly, hands shaking. “Do it.” Growled Bakugou. All hesitation left as Todoroki slammed Bakugou down. He fell face first on to the table, pulling hips up to meet with Todoroki’s. Forcefully sliding his cock deep inside of Bakugou he held Bakugou’s head down onto the table, cheek pressing against the wood of the surface. “Whatever you want, Katsuki.” Just a whisper in Bakugou’s ear as he leaned over the bent figure, slamming himself into Bakugou’s tight heat relentlessly. Grabbing Bakugou’s shoulders he lifted him up, making Bakugou’s back into a deep arch, angling him just right to hit his prostate with every push in. Tweaking at his nipples and biting at his neck, Todoroki marked him, leaving a satisfying purple bruise behind. Bakugou did not know anymore who was screaming the mix of obscenities, cries to god, and maybe a name as the pressure built rapidly and burst forth. A final broken yell, “Shou-to!” Bakugou’s vision filled with bursts of light, his semen covering the table in thin ribbons. A harsh shutter of Todoroki’s hips signaled him following close behind as overwhelming waves of heat pulsed from Todoroki deep inside of Bakugou. A low shuttering moan, then just panting. “Hngg… Todoroki. Get off of me, I’m laying in my own cum.” “Hah, ok. Sorry.” Todoroki pulled out of Bakugou slowly (those damn piercings shouldn’t still feel so good.) Bakugou sat up grabbing a nearby towel to wipe himself off and clean his hands. “Let me see your wrists”. Todoroki looked up, surprised after disposing of the condom. “Dumbass, stop looking at me like that. Come here.” Bakugou grabbed Todoroki’s wrists and inspected them. “Good, nothing that won’t heal in a day. Thanks for not struggling too much, I wouldn’t want long term damage” he said more to himself than his counterpart. Todoroki blushed deeply shocked at the care, too stunned to say anything in response. “Sit down Half and Half, we have work to do.” Todoroki bristled at the use of the old nickname having gotten used to the cries of “Shouto!” but sat down regardless. Bakugou had brought his clothes to him and started dressing Todoroki, sliding his boxers on, then his pants buttoning them for him. Taking a fresh soft towel and a new alcohol wipe he set to work removing the piercings made earlier, cleaning each one mumbling apologies when Todoroki hissed at the stinging alcohol. The soft towel removed any remaining blood from his torso. “You, you didn’t have to do that.” Bakugou glared at him through the brim of his bangs. “What the fuck do you mean?” came a snappy response. Todoroki’s eyes dropped to the floor, “Just, no one has ever done this part for me before.” “Well thats pretty fucked up don’t you think?” Bakugou threw the towel to the side. “Don’t let people treat you like that, you fucking push over.” He turned his back to Todoroki to put on his own clothes. “…You deserve better than that.” If Todoroki could be killed by blushing, Bakugou would have sent him to hell hours ago. “Ah, Bakugou.. Um, I’m here most Saturdays, you know.” Shrugging on his jacket and beanie Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, an amused glint in his crimson eyes. Throwing open the door, the music from the club drowned out his next words, “Yeah. See you around.” Bakugou shook his head as he made his way through the dance floor, trying to compose himself after everything that just happened. He looked for a familiar head of fire red hair. Thank fuck Kirishima had grown into a literal monster over the last few years, he wasn’t hard to find standing a head above most everyone else. Bakugou interrupted his sloppy grinding on a girl half his size, Bakugou nudged him in the ribs. “I’m leaving, coming with me?” He shouted over the blaring music. “AH BAKUGOU! DID YOU HAVE FUN?” Kirishima screamed at him much louder than was needed. Bakugou grimaced at his drunk friend and pulled him away from the girl, muttering an apology. He pulled his best friend past the side eyes of the bartender, out the dark entry way and into the chill of the night. The autumn breeze was exactly what Bakugou needed to reset his mind and focus on the walk home, sobering up his body and mind immediately. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it. Shame the cold didn’t work so well for Kirishima, the man pestered Bakugou the entire walk home to spill what happened. Bakugou remained silent. Like he would ever tell his best friend anything about his sex life, especially if it involved fucking Todoroki Shouto. The next morning Bakugou woke up, swaddled in his bed, warm but sore in all the best ways. Memories from last night flooded him with a groan, heat pooling in his belly. “Really, fucking IcyHot. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much.” mumbling to himself, he picked up his phone to check his messages. One from Mina asking how he liked the “club”, earning an eye roll and a snarky response. Another from Kirishima still begging for details, God he wont let go of this will he. He needed to get his friend laid for fucks sake, maybe then he would stop butting into Bakugou’s private life. The last was an unknown number… just an image. Fully awake now Bakugou opened the message. A single photo of a perfect chest, beautiful purple bruises in sweeping arches spotting in stark contrast against the porcelain skin. Bakugou’s throat instantly went bone dry. “Ah… Fuck.” ____________________________Here have a sketch of pierced Shouto <3