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It wouldn’t have been a problem if Midoriya weren’t so observant, Bakugou couldn’t get away with a single damn thing with the other’s eyes upon him. It might have felt predatory if Bakugou was capable of feeling any fear at all toward Midoriya, really though it was just annoying, he couldn’t do a goddamn thing without the other noticing. He couldn’t keep anything to himself around the other at all, which was an actual problem when it came to birthdays, white day and Christmas. It also meant that he couldn’t keep even the slightest thing that turned him on to himself, every tiny part of Midoriya he stared at the other would use against him.
Staring at the way the chopsticks disappeared into Midoriya’s mouth, wet shiny lips pursed around the utensils, if he wasn’t careful his palms would light up with explosions as he thought about what else he’d like to see disappear into Midoriya’s mouth. And of course those green eyes slid to him with that knowing glint, fist curling upon the table top as he turned his focus back eating his lunch.
“This food’s really good, Kacchan,” Midoriya beamed, drawing Bakugou’s eyes back to him before shoving too much food into his mouth.
Bakugou’s eyes widened at the sight, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he watched Midoriya smack his wet lips together, blood pooling viscously in Bakugou’s groin. He didn’t realise how hard he was holding his chopsticks until they snapped in his palm, this was kind of why he was only allowed to have wooden chopsticks. Really though, it wasn’t his thought that Midoriya’s lips were shiny and ridiculously kissable, they were so soft when they were upon him and he just couldn’t get the sensation out of his damn mind.
That wasn’t the worst part though, the worst part was the fact that Midoriya was holding out a brand new set of chopstick for him.
“I know you’re doing it on purpose asshole,” Bakugou grit out, eyes turning to slits.
“What, I’m just handing you-”
“Cut the shit Deku,” Bakugou barked, crushing what was left of the chopsticks into splinters in his closed fist as he slammed it against the table top, making the bowls atop it and Midoriya jump.
“Okay Kacchan,” Midoriya said amiably, chair scraping across the floor as he rose from the chair. He made his way in front of Bakugou, looming over the other. “What is it what you want Kacchan?” Midoriya murmured, face inches from the other’s, watching the way Bakugou’s eyes focused on his lips.
“I want you to put that mouth to better use,” Bakugou hissed through gritted teeth, fist curled in the front of Midoriya’s loose t-shirt.
Then Midoriya was upon him, lips crashing against Bakugou’s own, that soft but firm press that had him sinking into the back of the chair. The wet smacking grew louder as the other climbed up him, straddling him, the kisses between them were sloppy and desperate, which let on that Midoriya was feeling it just as much as Bakugou. If only he could decipher why, but most of the time he was preoccupied driving himself up the wall all over the other.
Bakugou grasped Midoriya's hips with a vice like grip, fingers tangling in the other's green locks, pulling harshly to the side to get better access of Midoriya's mouth. Teeth grazing and pulling at the plump flush of the other's bottom lip, nipping until Midoriya's breath came out in stuttered gasps. Thrusting his tongue inside, Midoriya gave as good as he got, hips grinding down and hands curled around the sides of Bakugou's neck with his thumbs running over the other's jaw. Bakugou vaguely wondered how long they'd been going at it, it could have been seconds and it could have been an hour, the passing of time lost all meaning when Midoriya's lips were upon his own.
Then Midoriya was standing, Bakugou shivered from the sudden lost, he didn't really have the time to dwell on the annoyance that it brought though not with the way that Midoriya was yanking on his wrist. Dragged away from the table, off down the hall, Bakugou felt drugged, felt as though he was being led to their bedroom by the tip of his dick.
Pushed down upon the mattress, Midoriya crashed down upon him as though he were shore and Midoriya the sea, mouth coming and going in waves and Bakugou returned his harsh grip to the other's body, grabbing whatever he could. Lapping at Midoriya's irritatingly soft lips, he wrapped his legs around the other's waist, caging Midoriya in with his body. Blunt nails raked over his scalp, making Bakugou hiss and arch his back off the bed. Pulling at Midoriya's shirt, aching to reach skin, to roughly press his calloused palm and fingertips to the other's back. Their clothes were beginning to irritate him to no end, he seriously considered burning them for a split second before he realised just how stupid that would be.
Seemingly reading his mind, Midoriya pulled back sitting atop Bakugou's hips as he slowly peeled away his shirt all the while staring down at the other, easily driving Bakugou round the bend. Eyes sticky upon the other's skin, Bakugou raked his gaze up the curling hairs of Midoriya's happy trail, to the other's naval and defined abdominal muscles, to Midoriya's carved chest, the soft slope of the other's neck that led up to that gentle jaw line. The second Midoriya's hair bounced free from underneath the shirt, Bakugou's mouth was latched to the other's skin, tasting Midoriya's heartbeat with his tongue and teeth. He worked his way back to Midoriya's mouth, back to those marshmallow soft lips, sighing as their mouth met and his hands pressed to the other's exposed skin.
Breathing harshly into each other's mouths, Bakugou just wanted to force a moan out of Midoriya's throat, hips rutting up against the other's. He could feel the beginnings of a smile upon Midoriya's lips, slowly curling across the other's face until he could no longer hold it in. Midoriya began to laugh in a gentle fit of giggles against Bakugou's lips.
"Sorry, sorry, but we're going to have take these off before we get any further," Midoriya smiled as though the sun shone out of his ass and he farted confetti or at least that was what Bakugou thought.
"Fine, just get the fuck on with it," Bakugou growled, tearing off his shirt over his head and throwing it the floor.
Midoriya stood from the bed, pushed his sweats down his thighs, what really got Bakugou about that wasn't the way Midoriya's erection bounced freely from the material or the other's strong muscular thighs, it was the fact that Midoriya hadn't been wearing any under wear at all. That meant that Midoriya had expected this to happen since the other had taken a shower, before they'd even had breakfast and that just made the whole thing worse.
Bakugou had never been any good at expressing his emotions, especially the positive kinds, it had really been the downfall of their relationship and he certainly hadn't been the one that brought them together. He was silently ashamed of that, but he'd made up for it with actions instead of words, what more did he need to say that couldn't be read in the way he continued to stand beside Midoriya.
Instead of saying anything sappy about the way Midoriya had been so eager to get him on his back, Bakugou rose up onto his knees and slowly undid his belt. Pushed his jeans and boxers down as Midoriya watched, eyes heavy on the sharp cut of his pelvic muscles. Kicking his clothes to the ground, his belt clattered to the floor and took everything else with it.
He laid back against the sheet, sensitive to the gentle touch of the fabric, it felt good against his skin.
"You just gonna stare or what?" Bakugou bit out, brows furrowed as he stared up at the other.
Midoriya padded toward him wordlessly, mattress dipping under the man's weight and Midoriya was soon looming over him again. Emerald eyes alight with desire, lips tantalizingly close to Bakugou's own.
"Is there something you'd like me to do Kacchan?" Midoriya asked innocently, head tilting slightly away from the way Bakugou leaned up toward him.
"There are a million fucking things I want you to do with that mouth and none of them are talking," Bakugou ground out, hand wrapped around the other's upper arm. Snapping his head up to kiss Midoriya only to have the other move away every time, from an outside perspective it would have looked like he were trying to bite Midoriya.
"Like what? How am I supposed to know what you want without you telling me?" Midoriya asked, smiling softly as he pushed Bakugou's knees apart, settling between them. He leaned further away from the other's mouth as he ran his hands down the inside of Bakugou's thighs.
"Kiss my ass Deku," Bakugou snapped, writhing and shifting as he tried to reach Midoriya's mouth again.
Midoriya's face disappeared between Bakugou's legs, legs bent over the other's shoulders, soft green hair gently caressing his inner thighs. Strong hands lifting him up and folding him in half, tongue swiping against Bakugou's asshole, the saliva cooled quickly upon his heated skin. The sensation made him shiver, fists thrust down to the mattress, grasping at the sheets as Midoriya's tongue delved inside him.
Things weren't exactly going his way and of course it got on his nerves, but he couldn't deny that he liked the way things were going. He hadn't actually meant it literally, but once Midoriya got an idea in his head there was no stopping the other.
Tongue slowly slathered against him, touch firm and it left Bakugou aching for more, it was just this side of not enough. Blindly, he reached around the edge of the bed, hand slapping upon the bedside table, fingers grasping for the bottle of lube.
Lips pressed into a thin line as he forced the whimpers to stay in his throat, he didn't want to be the first to break. Finally, his fingers curled around the bottle and he thrust it against the other's head. Green eyes and slick wet lips, Midoriya looked up at him and took the bottle from his hand with a sharp smile. Shivering as the cool liquid was slathered upon his backside, Bakugou hissed out a broken noise as Midoriya's finger slipped inside him.
"Don't fucking tease me Deku," Bakugou bit out in warning, even though it was basically all the other had done to him that morning.
Midoriya simply smiled wider as though he hadn't realised Bakugou's torment, the other had a sadistic streak that rarely came out in any other situation, the way Midoriya would pry someone wide open all the while meaning well. Mostly though, it was reserved for their bedroom and Bakugou.
"I'm just using my mouth like you wanted me to Kacchan," Midoriya breathed and it swept over Bakugou's aching erection, drawing both their attention to it.
Fingers deep inside him, twisting and stretching, Midoriya began to litter the head of Bakugou's cock with kisses. Then that wicked tongue was upon him, lapping at the head, playing with the slit, Bakugou was certain that Midoriya's mouth was made for blowjobs. Tongue flat upon the shaft as Midoriya's mouth descended upon him until the other's nose was against his groin, Bakugou could no longer hold in the noises anymore, head thrown back as he groaned through gritted teeth.
His thighs twitched, legs down Midoriya's back, heels pressed to the small of the other's back, toes curling against Midoirya's skin. Bakugou pressed his ass into the mattress along with his shoulders, back arching off bed every time his cock brushed against the roof of Midoriya's mouth. His insides tightening around the other's fingers, he hated the way his body betrayed him, telling Midoriya all the things he didn't want to say.
Midoriya left him for a moment, cold and shaking, before once again looming over him, cock brushing against his asshole. If he hadn't lost his mind already, he was about to, Midoriya pressed inside him slowly. Achingly stretching him wider, filling Bakugou to the brim, Midoriya sighed, head lulling gently, once fully sheathed in him.
Chest heaving, he watched the way Midoriya's arm shook to hold the other up. Their eyes locked and Bakugou hated these moments the most, hated the way he felt completely torn open for Midoriya to see, exposed and naked in more than one sense.
Then Midoriya's mouth was against his throat as the other began to thrust in and out of him, the sensation was bittersweet with the way Midoriya kept almost grazing his prostate. Fingers clawing at the other's skin, tangling and pulling at those green locks, panting as they found a rhythm. Nipping at whatever patch of skin his mouth could reach, nails scraping against Midoriya's back. The quiet keening noises that whimpered out of the other's mouth were twisting knots into his gut, made things crawl up his throat, broken moans snapping out of his mouth.
Midoriya's palms came to the back of Bakugou's thighs, bending him in half, pushing his knees to his chest. Pre-cum and sweat mixing on his abdomen, nails digging into Midoriya's knee, the only part of the other that he could grasp. Twitching and gasping with every full press to his prostate, Bakugou felt as though he was losing his grip on reality, eyes caught on the way the morning light bounced off of a bead of sweat trailing down Midoriya's chest.
"Make me cum you piece of shit," Bakugou bit out, voice void of all bite, more of a plea than a demand.
Palm and fingers curled around him as Midoriya began to fist his erection, Bakugou snapped his jaw closed and huffed air through his nose. He focused on the rhythmic groans that fell from Midoriya's open mouth, hips slapping against the curve of his backside as his prostate was abused over and over again.
Mouth going lax as the rest of his body went taught, legs straightening as his toes curled sharply. Body seemingly about to snap as cum streamed from his cock, Midoriya was still moving against him, harsh and unruly. Midoriya chased his orgasm as Bakugou came down, twitching from the oversensitivity of his body. It only took a few more thrusts until Midoriya was cumming too, groan forced at the juncture between Bakugou's shoulder and neck, burying himself against the other.
They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath while still entwined, Midoriya's fingers carded through Bakugou's ash blonde hair. Fringe matted to his face, Bakugou watched the lopsided and warm smile that spread across Midoriya's face as he thought that he didn't deserve this kind of sickly sweet hell.