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It started with Todoroki realigning Bakugo’s left shoulder.
Truthfully, he’d just become distracted by the clicking and rolling of Bakugo’s arm in his peripheral vicinity and wanted it to stop.
It took a bit of indignant back and forth, but eventually Bakugo allowed the help. And when he did, Todoroki was taken aback by how tight the muscles under his hands were. So he generously pressed his thumbs into a nearby pressure point to loosen them.
When he commented on it, Bakugo replied slowly, “I make explosions with my hands.” He held them up to demonstrate, like he was talking to a child. “Of course my back and shoulders are gonna be fucked from the kickback.”
“Oh. Do you want me to help?”
“No, I don’t want you to fucking help.”
“But you let me help with your shoulder.”
“That’s different,” Bakugo muttered.
“I don’t think it is.”
“Fucking drop it, half n half.”
“Ok.”
+++
But after a couple weeks, with his shoulder out of place again, Bakugo relented.
“And you can go ahead and poke at whatever else your weird ass feels like fixing, if it’ll help with my quirk,” he said, as if he was giving Todoroki a gift or something. The loudly stated and predictable condition was that Todoroki did not breathe a fucking word of it to anyone else.
Todoroki wasn’t normally the type to needlessly put his hands on people, so he had never done this for another person before, but he was surprised to find himself actively curious as his fingers prodded around.
He found it satisfying and strangely calming as he went on, feeling Bakugo’s body gradually relax under his fingers, feeling joints slide back into their rightful places, feeling muscles and knots loosen. And by the time Bakugo told him “alright, alright that’s enough,” his voice was noticeably softer, like all the bite had been taken out of it. His face was, too. His whole body, really.
It was an interesting thing to witness.
+++
It became a thing. A secretive little ritual. Awkwardly initiated at first, but more casual and almost routine as time went on.
Oddly, Todoroki came to look forward to it.
He normally elected to spend his free time alone and quietly, but there was something intriguing and borderline enjoyable about wearing down Bakugo’s irritable and tense facade.
And there were rare moments--when he worked a particularly troublesome or relaxing spot--when he managed to coax out some tiny (though usually aborted) reaction.
He forced his hands not to still the first time Bakugo hissed. Forced his grip not to tighten the first time he groaned. Forced himself not to stare the first time his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted, just a little bit.
He began to chase those reactions like a prize.
+++
Today, they were in Todoroki’s studio at Endeavor’s agency, both spending the night in their respective dorms there due to an early mission the next day.
“Tilt your head back,” Todoroki requested, fingertips resting at the nape of Bakugo’s neck.
Not that long ago, he would have been shocked if that command was met with anything other than violent objection, but now Bakugo complied without a single word, raising his chin a bit.
“All the way,” Todoroki specified.
“What?”
“There are pressure points here,” Todoroki touched two fingers to the base of Bakugo’s head, “But I can’t get to them unless the muscles in your neck are relaxed, so you have to tilt your head back. Unless you want to lie down.”
Bakugo sighed and let his head fall back.
Honestly, he probably would have put up more of a fight if the prospect of lying down didn’t make the request seem so tame by comparison. Todoroki had gotten relatively good at navigating things like that when he knew he was toeing a boundary.
“This is fuckin’ weird,” Bakugo grumbled--his head literally held in Todoroki’s hands--but there was no bite in it.
Bakugo couldn’t see Todoroki’s face like this, since he was standing behind the chair, and that was the only reason he got away with the amused smile that crept to his face in response. Admittedly, it was pretty fucking weird, but mostly just because Bakugo was allowing it to happen in the first place.
From the nape of his neck, Todoroki raked the pads of his fingers up until they were just past Bakugo’s hairline. He pushed up and let the weight of his head rest on his fingertips, pressing into the trigger points there.
Bakugo’s lips parted, taking in a surprised breath of air as his eyes widened. Todoroki was so pleased with himself he almost mimicked the reaction, but managed to keep his face neutral. He rarely got to see any reaction, especially while out of eyeshot, so he allowed himself to stare candidly.
“What the fuck does this one do?” Bakugo asked, Todoroki’s fingers still pressed against the trigger point, “It feels like you just unlocked my jaw.”
“I did, essentially. You grind your teeth a lot.”
Bakugo shifted a bit so he could make eye contact. He must have noticed Todoroki staring, but he didn’t mention it.
“Does that even do anything to help with my quirk?”
“Probably not.”
Bakugo sat up and turned. “Then why the fuck are you bothering with it?” Despite the cursing, there was no edge to his voice.
Todoroki blinked at him. And then blinked at his mouth.
“There are other pressure points that can help too. I can show you so you can do it yourself.”
Bakugo shifted his jaw a bit and rubbed his fingers over the joint, considering.
“Or I could do it for you.”
Bakugo sighed and waved his hand impatiently. “Fuck it. Go on and show me then.”
Todoroki indicated a couple pressure points with a brief explanation. When he was finished, Bakugo brought his fingers up beside his ears to try it on himself, but the placement was a little off.
“No.” Todoroki replaced Bakugo’s fingers with his own . “Like this. You have to open your mouth.”
Bakugo eyed him suspiciously but relented.
“More. There’s a depression here.” As he said it, Todoroki took one of Bakugo’s hands and held the index finger over his own cheek, then opened and closed his mouth to demonstrate. Bakugo looked down at it.
“...Uh-huh.”
“So.” Todoroki released his hand, reaching out to touch both sides of Bakugo’s face, urging him to try again.
Bakugo opened his mouth, and as fingertips pressed into the pressure points, he groaned, face contorting in a mix of relief and mild discomfort.
Todoroki suddenly found his eyes fixed on Bakugo’s mouth and its proximity to his fingers. He swallowed.
Despite the fact that Bakugo could easily find the other pressure point on his own, Todoroki found himself sliding his fingers down under his ears, pressing lightly just behind his jaw.
“The other one is here,” he said, voice quieter than he’d intended.
Bakugo’s mouth didn’t need to be open to access this one, so Todoroki gently pushed it closed with his other hand. He paused when Bakugo licked his lips.
There was no reason to keep his hands where they were now that he’d finished demonstrating, but he didn’t move them. Bakugo was uncharacteristically quiet and Todoroki looked up to meet his gaze, prepared to be admonished.
Bakugo looked back cautiously, but didn’t move away. The muscles against Todoroki’s fingers tightened as he clenched his jaw.
Thoughtlessly, Todoroki dragged his thumb up from under Bakugo’s ear, soothing along the muscle. He wanted to see Bakugo’s face relax again. Wanted to see his lips part, the little flash of his teeth.
It was a finger grazing over the shell of his ear that did it--a quick breath inhaled through parted lips.
Todoroki looked up and realized too much detail was visible in Bakugo’s red irises, that he was closer than he was before, that if he moved just a bit more, he could feel the next breath Bakugo took against his lips. He stroked over Bakugo’s ear and touched a thumb over his mouth.
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, mouth pulling into a grin as he stuck his tongue out, just far enough to lazily drag over the pad of Todoroki’s thumb.
Before Todoroki could eagerly replace the digit with his mouth, Bakugo was standing, gripping a hand in his hair and holding his head in place as he leaned in.
“You wanna tell me now why you were bothering with my fucking jaw, halfie?” he asked against Todoroki’s lips, voice low and threatening.
“I wanna fuck y-”
Todoroki was cut off by Bakugo abruptly closing the distance and pressing their lips together.
Immediately, reflexively, Todoroki brought his hands to the sides of his face, holding him there for fear that Bakugo might change his mind and pull away. But Bakugo just hummed and tilted his head to lean in deeper. He stepped backwards, pulling Todoroki along, until he hit the desk behind him, pausing briefly to hop up onto the edge of it.
Truthfully, Todoroki hadn’t put much thought into what kissing Bakugo would be like before this moment. He hardly thought of Bakugo as the type to kiss at all, actually. Or if he did, he’d half expected it to hurt. For it to be harsh and mostly teeth and for Bakugo to aggressively push and pull.
He was pleasantly surprised, then, that Bakugo kissed him languidly. Thoroughly. Slow, heavy, deliberate movements that matched Todoroki’s pace until he was gasping into his mouth.
Bakugo hummed against Todoroki’s lips. He slipped a hand under his shirt and roughly pulled his hips forward so they were flush against each other. He squeezed his thighs together on either side of Todoroki and canted his hips. The resulting grind had him groaning and impatiently pulling Todoroki’s shirt up. They broke away from each other for a moment to take it off, wordlessly ridding Bakugo of his tank top as well. When they kissed again it was more urgent, hands grabbing and pulling and hips grinding.
Todoroki hooked his fingers under the waistband of Bakugo’s sweatpants and underwear but didn’t move them, wordlessly asking permission. He felt Bakugo shift against him to wriggle them down his thighs and backed away so he could pull them the rest of the way off. Tossing them aside, he allowed his eyes to rake over all the exposed skin in front of him, swallowing eagerly and reaching out to stroke his finger along the side of Bakugo’s perfect pink cock.
“How long you gonna stare, half n half?” Bakugo asked, though he leaned back in an obviously unbothered display.
“Just a little longer,” Todoroki replied, slowly pulling the foreskin down and exposing the shiny head. Bakugo rolled his hips up in encouragement.
Todoroki took another moment to watch his hand slowly work him over. It was hard to look away from the shameless, lazy thrusting of Bakugo’s hips, but the desire to put his mouth there was stronger than the desire to keep watching.
He leaned forward and kissed his chest, licked the flat of his tongue over one of Bakugo’s equally pink nipples. He’d thought Bakugo might slap him for it, but he arched his back and grabbed a fist full of Todoroki’s hair instead, sucking in a hissed breath. Once he was satisfied with how hard and sensitive the bud under his tongue had become, he shifted over to the other one. But he was becoming impatient and didn’t stay there long. Bakugo was too, if the downward pushing on his head was any indication.
Bakugo leaned back farther as Todoroki kissed and licked down his abdomen, the hand in his hair tightening when he finally swiped his tongue over the weeping slit of Bakugo’s cock.
“Mmf,” he hummed appreciatively, pushing Todoroki’s hair out of the way so he could see him taking the head into his mouth, “make your mouth hotter.”
Todoroki pulled back and did as he was told, adjusting the temperature to make sure it didn’t burn. He leaned forward again and let some of the heated saliva drip off his tongue and onto the head of Bakugo’s cock.
“Oh fuck” Bakugo cursed, clearly not prepared for the sensation. He laid down fully on the desk and bucked his hips, yanking Todoroki’s head down.
Todoroki collected the spit that was dripping down with his tongue. Bakugo shivered violently underneath him and Todoroki held him steady with his cool hand at his hip. He held Bakugo’s cock with the other and lowered his mouth over it.
“Fuck, half n half,” he cursed reverently, holding Todoroki’s head in both hands as he slowly thrust into his mouth.
Todoroki groaned around him and pulled off to ask, “So can I fuck you?”
“Eat me out like that first,” Bakugo rasped.
That was a very easy decision and a fair compromise.
Without saying anything, Todoroki pulled the desk chair over and sat on it, pushing Bakugo’s thighs up and out of the way and urging him to hold them there. Todoroki wasted no time before spreading him open with his thumbs and licking over his hole, dragging his tongue all the way up to his balls.
He spit over Bakugo’s taint, let it trickle down over the rim before rubbing and shoving it in shallowly with the tip of his finger. Bakugo moaned shakily when he sucked and licked his inner thighs, moving gradually toward the center. Once he got there, he shoved his tongue inside immediately. Bakugo choked on a lewd sound and writhed, like he didn’t know whether the temperature and sudden intrusion were too much. The sound made Todoroki’s cock twitch and he pressed his palm against it through his jeans.
The sounds kept spilling out once he started, Bakugo seemingly overwhelmed by the borderline uncomfortable heat as Todoroki fucked his tongue in and out. He’d let go of one of his thighs to grip Todoroki’s hair.
Todoroki sucked over the hole and then shoved two fingers inside, thrusting and scissoring them to stretch Bakugo so he could fuck his tongue in deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Bakugo cursed.
Todoroki felt his hole flutter under his tongue, felt Bakugo’s hips stutter as he let out a surprised, high breath of air and then went completely still, holding Todoroki’s head in place with his hand pulling painfully at his hair.
“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
And Todoroki didn’t. He didn’t pull back until he heard Bakugo breath out again and start to twitch with oversensitivity.
He stood up to look at him, Bakugo’s legs going limp immediately without either of them propping them up. He had his forearm draped over his face as he panted, come splattered all over his abs and chest.
Todoroki pulled his arm away to look at his face. Bakugo allowed it, catching his breath and then grinning at him sharply, apparently totally unconcerned that he’d just come before the main event.
“You get a lot of practice with that, you freak?” he asked, swiping his fingers through some of the mess on his stomach and smearing it over Todoroki’s mouth.
The question seemed rhetorical, so Todoroki just licked his fingers clean instead of answering, then bent down to lick up the rest.
If kissing Bakugo before had felt languid, this was something else. Syrupy and lazy and indulgent as Bakugo licked into all the crevices of Todoroki’s mouth--like he wanted to taste every bit of himself left there.
“Why the fuck are your clothes still on?” he asked, voice gravelly, as he rubbed his naked thigh against Todoroki’s jeans.
“Do you still want..? After-”
“What, you think I’m gonna be all tired? From that?” he scoffed, pushing Todoroki’s chest so they were both upright. “Take your fucking pants off halfie.”
He watched appraisingly as Todoroki took the rest of his clothes off. When he moved forward, Bakugo brought his foot up to stop him.
“Sit.”
Todoroki did, but Bakugo didn’t remove his foot right away, sliding it down instead and pressing the ball of it against Todoroki’s cock. Todoroki had never even considered being into that before, but his head immediately tipped back in a moan at the treatment.
“Fuckin’ pervert,” Bakugo scoffed at him and pulled away, “You have lube anywhere in here, halfie?
Todoroki leaned forward and pulled out a bottle from the second drawer of his desk.
“Where do you want to do this?”
Instead of answering, Bakugo slipped off the desk and took the bottle from Todoroki’s hand. He squeezed some into his palm and stroked it slowly over Todoroki’s cock while leaning down to kiss him, tilting his head up with a hand on his chin. He stopped the second Todoroki groaned, pulling back and wiping his grinning mouth with the back of his hand. Then he walked over to the bed and sat on it expectantly, all careless confidence.
Todoroki followed, leaning over to crawl on top of him, but Bakugo flipped them before Todoroki could even think to protest. With a hand on his chest, he straddled Todoroki’s hips, grinding over his dick.
“You comfortable, halfie?” he asked casually.
Todoroki looked him up and down. “I think so,” he answered, stroking Bakugo’s cock back to full hardness.
Bakugo huffed out a little noise of acknowledgement and lined himself up, sinking down on Todoroki’s cock without further prelude. He swiveled his hips a bit before lifting them up, pulling almost all the way off before sinking back down again.
Bakugo didn’t give him any time to get used to the tight heat before riding him smoothly.
He shoved Todoroki’s hand down between them. “Hold it,” he said roughly.
With Todoroki holding the base of his cock in place, Bakugo repeated his earlier action--lifting up this time until just the very tip remained before sliding back down all the way.
Todoroki let out a shuddering “oh” as he watched, transfixed.
Bakugo kept it up, fluidly and thoroughly fucking himself until Todoroki’s head tipped back, so overcome with pleasure he went totally quiet.
Finally, Bakugo pulled Todoroki’s hand away to sit at flush against him, grinding shallowly. He brushed a thumb over Todoroki’s nipple, leaning on his pinned wrist with the other hand.
“You’re pretty quiet. Am I boring you, half n half?”
Todoroki pulled Bakugo down to kiss him.
“You’re very good at that.”
Bakugo huffed out a laugh.
“Am I gonna make you come?” he teased.
“No.”
“Oh?” Bakugo asked. He climbed off and laid back on the other side of the bed, pulling Todoroki along with a hand on the back of his neck. “Show me how you come then,” Bakugo directed, a challenging glint in his eyes.
“Turn over.”
Bakugo pulled him down to kiss him hard--pulling his bottom lip between his teeth--before complying, shifting around onto his hands and knees.
Todoroki pushed in slowly until he was fully seated, the angle deeper than before. He soothed his cool palm over Bakugo’s toned back and ass and spread him wider, gazing hungrily at the pink rim stretched around him. He gripped Bakugo’s shoulder with his other hand, massaged his thumb over the nape of his neck briefly, before pulling out and slamming back in.
“Fuck, just like that” Bakugo breathed.
Todoroki fucked him hard, yanking him back in time with his thrusts.
Bakugo’s breaths started snagging until each exhale was dripping with some colorful noise or curse. He dropped his head onto his forearm and reached down to stroke himself. Todoroki knocked his hand away and replaced it with his own.
“Your other hand. Fuck. Use the cold one.”
Todoroki complied. And just wrapping his chilled fingers around the head had Bakugo choking out a sob, the shock of cold making him clench around Todoroki.
“Bakugo,” Todoroki hissed, trying to hold back his orgasm, “where do you want me to come?”
“Don’t pull out,” Bakugo rushed, “Don’t pull out, I’m almost- Oh fuck I’m coming.”
Todoroki cursed as he allowed himself to let go as well. He soothed his heated palm over Bakugo’s back again as he spilled inside, his cool hand continuing to slowly milk him.
“Oh fuck it’s so hot,” Bakugo groaned at the overheated slide. The slow, wet sound of it was somehow more lewd than the harsh slapping had been. “Fuck, that’s disgusting. Oh, don’t stop.” His fists clenched and unclenched over the pillow underneath him.
Todoroki’s hips were already stuttering out, but Bakugo continued to fuck himself over his come-slick cock until Todoroki gripped his hip to stop him, groaning in oversensitivity.
Bakugo was panting after his release, but a low, airy chuckle worked its way out as he caught his breath. He pulled away and Todoroki sighed in relief. But in the same moment, he was being roughly sat down.
Bakugo straddled his thighs and reached between them, two fingers sliding up the underside of his painfully sensitive cock. Todoroki hissed through his teeth at the overstimulation, too overcome with it and hazy in post-orgasm to bat his hand away.
“I thought I said ‘Dont. Fucking. Stop.’” Bakugo growled, punctuating each word with a slow tug.
“You fucking came alr-” Todoroki started to grit out.
Bakugo cut him off with a deceptively tender kiss.
“I fucking what? ” Bakugo said with mock sincerity. “I don’t know what that has to do with it.”
Todoroki didn’t know why he wasn’t shoving Bakugo off. He felt pinned, panting open-mouthed, thoughts blurring from the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
“Oh. Does it hurt? Do you need me to stop?”
Todoroki’s breath snagged on a soft sound.
“Just say ‘I’m a shitty fucking top’ if you want me to stop.”
Todoroki groaned.
“That’s all you have to say and I’ll stop.”
Todoroki gripped Bakugo’s thighs so harshly he was sure there would be bruises. The pace of his hand was steady, teasing, slow, borderline horrible, and yet torturously good somehow.
“Bakugo…” he breathed out.
Bakugo gripped his chin, forcing him to meet his mocking gaze.
“You gonna listen next time I tell you not to fuckin’ stop?” he asked, rubbing his thumb ungently over Todoroki’s lip.
Todoroki nodded, shivering involuntarily. It was normally effortless to maintain his composure, but it felt so far out of his grasp at the moment that he didn’t even attempt to hold on. His head dropped to Bakugo’s shoulder as he continued to tremble.
“Good,” Bakugo said casually, “You think I should stop now then? Or should I make you come again?”
Todoroki had absolutely no fucking idea which of those options was worse. Or better. The distinction was blurry.
“I can’t-” he choked out, unsure what the rest of the sentence was going to be, if he’d been able voice it.
Bakugo pulled his head away from his shoulder, brushing his hair away from his face and kissing him. Todoroki didn’t have the capacity to reciprocate, but Bakugo licked into his mouth regardless. For such a comparatively innocent action, it was the most obscene, strangely dominating thing anyone had done to him. Todoroki whined into his mouth.
Bakugo kissed along his throat, licking his sensitive Adam’s apple. Everything felt oversensitive and raw, just at the edge of his limit and toeing the boundary.
“‘Course you can,” Bakugo said before sucking a nipple into his vicious mouth.
Without stopping the ceaseless movement of his hand, he slipped from Todoroki’s lap and settled in front of him.
“This what you like?” he asked, and then met Todoroki’s glazed eyes as a thick line of drool ran off his tongue and over the head of his cock.
He grinned viciously as Todoroki threaded shaking fingers through his hair. He let the spit trickle down over his fingers and took the head into his mouth.
Todoroki slumped forward, his whole body going slack and simultaneously taught at the sensation. A weak, breathy sound left his lips.
Bakugo licked and sucked at him very slowly, just over the tip, while his hand worked the shaft with the same sluggish pace. The sensation magnified excruciatingly until Todoroki felt the tormenting buildup of a forced orgasm approaching.
“I’m- I’m-” he tried to warn, voice failing.
Bakugo slowly lowered his mouth over the length of Todoroki’s cock. In the same moment, Todoroki was groaning, strained and drawn out, as he came, throbbing agonizingly into Bakugo’s gently sucking mouth. His hips jerked involuntarily, trying to buck up and get away from the sensation at the same time.
“Please stop. Please stop please stop,” he breathed as the waves of release became unbearable, almost panicked at the prospect of Bakugo’s mouth on him for a second longer.
Bakugo graciously pulled away as soon as Todoroki spoke, just holding him and letting the rest of his searing come coat his tongue.
When it was over, Todoroki continued to shiver, sounds close to whimpers catching on the end of his panting breaths. His nerves rang so shrilly he could barely hear himself.
Bakugo gently laid him back as he continued to come down, petting his hair and kissing the side of his face softly. It took him a while to realize he was talking, cooing in a tone that was so soothing it seemed impossible to be coming from Bakugo.
“...that’s it. That’s it. Good. You’re ok.”
When Todoroki finally came around, breathing evening out, he realized Bakugo had also covered him with the thick comforter. He suddenly felt deliriously comfortable.
Bakugo looked him over. “You good, half n half?”
“That… was fucked up,” he answered lethargically.
Bakugo’s brows furrowed. His thumb stopped where it was soothing over Todoroki’s temple. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? I would have, you know.”
“No, I didn’t want you to,” he said honestly, eyelids falling shut. He hummed a small, contented noise when Bakugo kissed him. He could feel the grin against his lips as Bakugo stroked along his ear.
“I shoulda had you fix up my jaw a long time ago.”