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Bakugou was raised right, okay?
His parents made sure he was raised with manners and to respect people and personal space.
So somewhere, deep down, he knows he’s the one who fucked up when he flings the door open to Todoroki’s room without knocking and finds him splayed out on top of his bed, naked as the day he was born, dick in the palm of his hand.
Todoroki looks up at him, eyes wide in an expression of panic, a specific flavor of alarm that Bakugou has never seen on his face before. Bakugou notes the blush rising on his cheeks just as he’s slamming his eyes closed and flinging his hand across his face, just for good measure.
“Bakugou, I–” Todoroki says at the same time that Bakugou crashes into the doorframe with the force of his backpedaling out of the room.
“Fuckin’ christ, Half n Half,” Bakugou overcorrects from hitting one side of the doorframe and knocks into the other side before he finally, after way too long, slams the door shut, putting some much needed space between them. “Lock your fucking door!”
Bakugou hears shuffling on the other side of the door, hopefully Todoroki putting his damn dick away, and Bakugou takes a deep breath. He’s contemplating if he can book a last minute ticket out of the country when there’s a small voice directly on the other side of the door.
“It wasn’t what it looked like.”
Bakugou chokes at the absolute audacity. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He slides a little further down the door.
“Well,” Todoroki says, and Bakugou can’t believe that Todoroki’s tone is getting a little snippy in that way he does, petulant like the brat he can be. “You should’ve knocked, you can’t just barge into people’s rooms.”
“I didn’t know you were home, I thought you left with Deku this morning!” Bakugou runs his fingers through his hair. He knows his roommates’ schedules like the back of his hand. At least he thought he did. “Why didn’t you lock your door?”
He hears Todoroki huff through the door. “I didn’t think–I thought you were gone–” he stops in frustration. “Can I just open the door?”
Bakugou laughs incredulously, “You are asking me to open the door?”
There’s a beat of silence from Todoroki’s side of the door. “I see the irony of the situation.” Bakugou thinks he may actually scream. “Still, can I open?”
Bakugou flings the door open before Todoroki can ask again, or even worse, before he thinks Bakugou is mad at him and starts to get all sulky.
They stare at each other for a second, and Bakugou tries not to get so wound up about what he just walked in on. Sure, it’s not exactly weird and it’s a little surprising that this hasn’t happened before considering how many years they’ve been roommates. But still, he’s overheard or seen things he wishes he hadn’t from Kirishima and Deku, and they live here too, but he’s never thought of Todoroki in that light.
Well, that’s not exactly true. He’s definitely thought about Todoroki, but to have confirmation that he is, in fact, a sexual being is a totally different story.
Todoroki breaks him out of his pensiveness quietly. “I lied. It was exactly what it looked like.”
“No shit,” Bakugou barks a laugh, “yeah I know, I’m not an idiot.”
Todoroki huffs, eyes flitting around his room, “That’s what people usually say in embarrassing situations like this, is it not?”
Ah, shit. Bakugou runs his hand through his hair and looks off. Todoroki is still beet red, his hair is still messy, strands intertwined, and he shouldn’t feel bad, Bakugou’s the one who barged in without knocking.
“What are you doing jerking off in the middle of the day, anyway?” Bakugou sighs. “Get off before bed like a normal person.” Okay, that was a little harsh, but the question still stands.
Bakugou thought Todoroki was red before, but the way he flushes now makes him think he’s losing control of his quirk. “Izuku recommended this lubricant,” (here, Bakugou tries his ever shitting best to not think about Todoroki’s dick slick with lube) “he said it usually works for him to achieve cli–”
Bakugou cringes so hard he swears he can hear his bones snap.
Todoroki takes in Bakugou’s reaction before responding. “Ah, I see I shouldn’t have said that.”
“For future reference,” Bakugou presses the palms of his hands into his eyeballs, “don’t share people’s jerkoff habits without them being part of the conversation. Also,” he snatches his hands away to point an accusatory finger at him, “fuck you for making me think about Deku ma–” he gags, swallowing the rest of the words down, “fuck you.”
“Sorry, I still don’t fully get all the unspoken rules of,” Todoroki says, eyebrows coming together, “intimate matters.”
Bakugou tries to forget about Todoroki talking about ‘intimate matters’. “Why is this all happening right now? Why are we having this conversation?”
Todoroki definitely colors more, “Well, I wanted to ask you…” he pauses as if considering his words, “I haven’t… I’ve never…”
It takes a second for Bakugou to piece together everything that Todoroki seems to be struggling to say, and it feels like he’s been socked in the stomach when he puts it all together.
“What,” he wheezes, looking at Todoroki as if he can’t parse exactly what Todoroki is saying, “are you serious?”
Apparently this isn’t the reaction Todoroki wanted, because his face shifts from bashful to one that Bakugou’s quite familiar with being on the receiving end of: annoyance. “Well, I’ve never really wanted to before now.”
This doesn’t. This just doesn’t make sense; how can Todoroki have never…he dated Ponytail while they were still in school, and then there was that loud bald guy that he kept bringing over a couple years ago? Hell, he was almost positive that he and Deku had hooked up at one point. No, he didn’t ask because he didn’t want to really know, but he was sure.
All of these thoughts fly through his head and get jumbled up on his tongue, so that what actually comes out, bewilderment sounding harsh, “You’re twenty-seven, how have you not–”
At this Todoroki rolls his eyes and turns away, shoulders slumping. Shit, okay, that did actually seem to hurt his feelings, and that’s not what Bakugou really intended.
“Fuck, wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” Bakugou reaches out toward him, “I just meant…” He pauses, and the back of his neck is hot and Bakugou hates that, because he knows what he’s deliberately not thinking right now. “You’re not bad to look at,” Bakugou knows that’s the understatement of the century, but he plows on. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do of fucking course, I just thought that if someone hadn’t touched you yet, you would’ve touched you.”
Todoroki crosses his arms, and if someone pressed him, Bakugou would describe his expression as a pout, “I don’t see why it matters.”
“It doesn’t!”
“Obviously it does,” Todoroki says, “since you’re the one who’s most upset about it.”
Bakugou lets out a sound of frustration and grips his hair, “I’m not upset, I just.” He crosses his own arms and blurts angrily, “You deserve to feel good!” The words echo around him because Todoroki doesn’t immediately respond, eyeing him carefully, so Bakugou keeps mumbling, “I guess, if you want that.”
He clears his throat carefully. “What if…what if I do want that?”
Just then Bakugou realizes how he’s breathing heavily, how Todoroki’s looking at him, like he’s saying something more than what his mouth is saying right now. His voice is rough, low, “What exactly are you asking me right now, Icyhot?”
“Will you show me?” His eyes are round, looking at Bakugou with a depth of earnestness that Bakugou only knows from Todoroki, the way that he can ask for the most outlandish things so simply that only he can do. Bakugou would never admit that he gulps at the prospect, the idea of getting his hands on Todoroki after years of thinking-not-thinking about it.
But still.
“What the fuck,” Bakugou wheezes quietly, “you can’t just ask people to fuck you.”
The way Todoroki’s ears perk up would be comical if Bakugou wasn’t having a crisis right now.
“You’re gonna fuck me?”
“No! I mean, I–” Bakugou chokes.
“And why not?”
Bakugou closes his eyes for a second and prays to whoever or whatever may be listening. He takes a deep breath, “Because your first time should be with someone special, someone you trust.”
“Was your first time with someone special,” Todoroki asks. There’s no judgment there, no animosity, just pure curiosity.
Bakugou sighs again. Yes, it was, but not in the way Todoroki thinks. It was almost ten years ago with Mina because they were bored and curious and horny. It was also when Bakugou confirmed that, while he did have a nice time, he was definitely as gay as they come. Lots of learning happened that day but that’s neither here nor there.
“We’re not talking about me, Icyhot–”
“Besides,” Shouto interrupts. And he’s looking at Bakugou so intently, eyes skipping over his face and, Bakugou knows Shouto’s trying not to look at his lips, “you are special to me and I do trust you. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
“Oh my god, shut up, you can’t just say stuff like that,” Bakugou tries, but Todoroki’s chewing on his bottom lip, equal measures unsure and determined and it’s so earnest, so honest, that it completely upends Bakugou. He feels his resolve crumbling.
“Well, you’re being difficult–” Todoroki says, eyebrows pinching together in annoyance.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Bakugou interrupts and whoa, okay, he didn’t mean to say that but once it’s out it’s so obvious that’s what he really wants, as if his heart is just skipping along and his tongue is along for the ride.
“Okay,” Todoroki whispers, lips tugging up at the corners in a small pleased smile.
Bakugou smiles, shaking his head, “No, idiot, is that okay?”
“Yes,” Todoroki breathes, leaning forward ever so slightly into Bakugou’s space.
Then Bakugou leans in, palm caressing Todoroki’s cheek, and he kisses him. Holy shit, he’s kissing Todoroki, something he’s definitely not thought about for the last few years of his life. Todoroki is stiff, obviously not familiar with the more intricate details, but he’s got the best part down. He’s passionate, leaning further into Bakugou’s space, trying to get even closer until Bakugou finds himself stepping back and pulling Todoroki with him.
Todoroki’s soft, sweet, and when Bakugou’s tongue licks gently at his bottom lip Todoroki gasps, letting Bakugou in so easily. Bakugou sucks gently at his tongue and Todoroki outright shivers.
He pulls back, voice a little scratchy and a tiny bit out of breath, “Good?”
Nodding hard, Todoroki grips the front of Bakugou’s shirt and brings him back in. Bakugou laughs against Todoroki’s lips and dives back in. Bakugou kisses like he fights, determined, purposeful in the way he holds Todoroki close to him. He’s intent on being the best, which in this case means turning Todoroki into a puddle of goo. Before he can think any harder about it, he’s pressing Todoroki into his mattress. He thinks distantly about what exactly Todoroki was doing the last time he was on his bed, and that makes Bakugou dive deeper, kissing Todoroki harder. When his hand slides under the hem of Todoroki’s shirt, touching at the soft skin there a pleased moan rumbles from Todoroki and Bakugou thinks that might be the best sound he’s ever heard.
Bakugou’s not sure how much of the day they waste making out on Todoroki’s bed, but it’s time that couldn’t be better spent. Bakugou has Todoroki’s slim waist in his hands, gripping and pulling him closer. He readjusts so he can kiss down Todoroki’s neck, so he can lick against his collarbone, and gently slides his thigh between Todoroki’s thighs. He presses against the hardness there and the effect is immediate.
Todoroki lets out a moan, fingers digging into Bakugou’s back as he throws his head back. “Oh,” he whimpers and Bakugou unlatches himself from where he was working on a hickey in just enough time to see a plume of steam billow from between Todoroki’s lips.
Bakugou pulls back enough to grin into his skin and nips there a little just to see Todoroki shake, “That a good thing?”
“Please,” Todoroki urges, “Please touch me now. Katsuki, please.”
Oh. Oh, that does things to Bakugou, sends a shiver down his spine like nothing else.
“Say it again,” he says, licking a long stripe up Todoroki’s neck before capturing his lips, dipping his tongue deep inside.
“Please, Katsuki,” Todoroki whines against his lips.
Bakugou growls, leaning back only long enough to pull Todoroki’s pants and boxers down his legs before he’s diving in again. Todoroki’s twisting off the bed to dig the lube out of his nightstand where he must’ve tossed it earlier.
It only takes a second before Bakugou’s got his hand slicked up and reaches between Todoroki’s legs to grip him firmly.
“Ah,” Todoroki arches below Bakugou before thrusting into his fist.
Bakugou watches Todoroki like he’s his favorite TV show, watches the way his back bows as he clutches desperately at Bakugou’s shoulders. Todoroki whines and writhes beneath Bakugou, panting into his ear as he holds him close. He's so responsive, trembling and arching wherever Bakugou ghosts his fingertips. Bakugou pulls so he can see as much of Todoroki as possible, and notices that Todoroki’s got his lip bitten between his teeth.
Bakugou wants to hear everything, wants to hear the way Todoroki’s falling apart beneath him. “No, don’t do that,” Bakugou pushes Todoroki’s shirt up and off so he can press kisses into his sternum. “I want to hear you, louder for me.”
Todoroki releases his lip and his voice rises into the air above them, panting into the hot air, “Oh, Katsuki, please, please don’t stop, feels so fucking good.”
Bakugou bites the skin beneath him, groaning. God Todoroki winds him up so much, he can’t help but grind against his hip just a little, just enough to get the pressure off. Curse words sounds so good, so dirty, rolling off of Todoroki’s tongue, Bakugou drinks it up and thinks he could become addicted.
Todoroki’s jerking beneath him, his toes digging into his bedspread, as he moans out staccato ah’s, “Katsuki, I’m,” he trips over his words, eyes rolling back into his head as Bakugou pumps him steadily, squeezes under the head of his cock as he runs his thumb around the crown, “It’s so much, so good,” he whines, “It’s happening–”
“Fuck yeah, Shouto,” Bakugou whispers, pressing a hard kiss onto his cheek as he looks down between them, “Never, not gonna stop, wanna make you feel good,” Todoroki stiffens beneath him and Bakugou can see him teetering on the edge, about to fall into the deep abyss, “want you to come, wanna make you come, come on, come for me Shouto.”
Todoroki seizes, a groan that sounds like Katsuki’s name is strangled in his throat as he starts to come. A wet, white stripe lands across his stomach as he lets out a loud, shameless wail. Bakugou watches the way the pleasure rolls through his body and it’s so beautiful, Bakugou already knows he’ll never tire of seeing this visage, the sight of Todoroki out of his mind with pleasure, for the rest of his days. Pleasure looks so good on him.
Bakugou watches him relax, until he’s lying across the bedspread, panting toward the ceiling and eyes closed in repose. He gulps.
“Wow.”
Bakugou can’t help but snicker, “Good?”
Todoroki gives Bakugou a gentle, dopey smile. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for touching your dick,” Bakugou snorts, “It’s weird.”
Todoroki lets out a small laugh, still sounding out of breath. “Okay. If you give me a minute I can return the favor.”
Bakugou sucks his teeth, “What was that, like your first orgasm ever? Don’t worry about it.” True, his dick is so hard he could bend steel with it, but he wants Todoroki to be able to enjoy the afterglow for a while. He reaches down to where he tossed Todoroki’s shirt so he can wipe his hands off. He snickers at the look of disdain on Todoroki’s face.
“Ugh, sticky,” Todoroki complains quietly, hands waving a little at the mess still on his stomach. “Can you…it feels–”
Without thinking about it, Bakugou reaches for him, cleaning him off gently, easily, quietly. “I know about your texture thing. Next time I’ll have a wipe handy for you.” He’s tossing the dirty shirt towards Todoroki’s hamper when he feels Todoroki staring at him.
“Next time?” His voice is so quiet, almost as if he’s not sure he wants to be heard.
“Yeah, fuckin’ next time, you think I just go around giving out handjobs?”
Todoroki sits up and looks at Bakugou, hope warring with confusion on his face. “I just… I thought this was..” His voice drops quietly, nervously.
“No, idiot,” Bakugou retorts, “you’ve got it all wrong.” Bakugou thought it was obvious that this wasn’t just a quickie. A hookup. That’s never been his style and he thought Todoroki knew that, but maybe he assumed too much. Nervousness weaves its way into his voice. “Do you not want to do this again?”
“I do,” Todoroki breathes, standing up on his knees so he’s eye-to-eye with Bakugou, eyes shining, “I really like you a lot, Katsuki.”
“Tch, embarrassing” Bakugou grumbles, but the smile on his face betrays his true feelings. “Come here.”
He hooks his finger under Todoroki’s chin and pulls him into a soft, sweet kiss. He tangles their fingers together and squeezes. Todoroki tries to lean away and Bakugou chases it up with another gentle peck before speaking against his lips.
“Same.”