[ It feels like there should be something else, something more he can do - but he won't press it again. He definitely gets the sense that he's done enough inadvertent damage by this point. So he helps get the food out, handing... his own body... a pair of chopsticks. This is not at any point going to stop being weird. ]
Okay, this one's the spicy one... you try the regular one. If that's good, I'll try this. If not then we can switch.
[ He narrows his eyes, in a look that would have been fairly flat on his own face, but he's pretty sure if he looked in the mirror right now he'd see one of those surprisingly adorable round-cheeked pouty faces Bakugou likes to pretend he doesn't make. ]
I just don't want you burning my tongue. I need that back.
I think you'll find you're doing the blushing. My face is just capable of expressions other than 'fuck you', which is probably what's so strange to you.
[ He has the box containing the spicy yakisoba in his lap, and thinks he could probably get away with eating it in this body - but after a lifetime of thoroughly not enjoying burning his tastebuds off, he's hesitant. Pokes at it with his chopsticks idly instead. ]
Speaking of things you'll need to get used to - don't hit my head on anything.
[ 5cm isn't a huge height difference, but it's not nothing. ]
[ He'll have to get used to the idea first. The notion of a trans boy being in another body, a cis body, is already fucking wild. The fact that it's his crush is....
Something else.
Shinsou's own phone (in Bakugo's possession) gets a text. ]
It's from Loudmouth.
[ Which is to say Mic. He reads it over. ... And blushes even deeper. ]
He said depending on the quirk prolonged physical touch might make it happen too.
[ His eyes widen a fraction, and now he can feel this body flush pink too. Honestly his first thought is he did that on purpose. He doesn't really think Mic would suggest something like that if there wasn't actually a chance it would work, but all the same.
A chuckle, and he sits back a little. It's bizarre saying this to what looks like himself, but oh well. ]
You can hold my hand if you want to. Unless that's not enough.
He takes a second to decide how to handle that. He... seriously wants to hold his hand?
Pressing the issue, he already knows, will likely just make him try to backpedal his way out of it. And... well, he can't say he doesn't want to himself. So instead of saying anything, he simply offers his hand.
I mean, in a sense, you are holding my hand. I'm just doing it for you.
[ It does feel weird, though. Lacing their fingers together and despite the feeling of another person, knowing he's still just... touching himself from the outside. Maybe if he doesn't look, he can just pretend..? ]
There are... a fair selection of mental images that spring immediately to mind at that. Moments from those dreams he has, that he knows now haven't been entirely accurate but can't find it in him to care much. The parts he's always found most attractive - those red eyes that try to demand what are you gonna do about it but half the time seem more to ask please do something about it; the lines of his neck that it seems a crime that nobody is sinking their teeth into; his thighs that always seem like they'll be soft to the touch despite the hardness of the rest of him... those things are all still there. Still the same.
[ Fuck. He wants him so bad. He's always wanted him so bad. To be fucked and getting to look at that chest and his hair and-- But it wouldn't be him that he did anything with...
Who gives a shit. Fuck, if he says yes, this might be his only time to actually get to fuck someone with a dick so he might as well go for it, right? ]
[ That... is something of a snag. So his options right now are either not do this right now, and after that who knows whether or not it'll end up happening at all, or switch things up for a change. ]
... Not normally a bottom, but I imagine your body would probably disagree with me there.
[ Fuck it. Call it research or something. ]
Guess there's a first time for everything.
[ He doesn't even let go of his hand - just uses the other one instead to grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. If he closes his eyes then maybe... ]
[ Fuck. He closes his eyes right away to imagine it's the other way around. His hands don't hesitate for a second but. Ugh. Those are his abs he's touching. And he knows it. The shape is so familiar.
He pulls away from the kiss with a bite to his lip to mumble. ]
This sucks. I don't want to just touch myself...
[ But he is going to come up and graze his nipples from under his shirt because he knows those are sensitive. ]
[ That touch drags a gasp out of him that he didn't expect - okay, that's definitely something to keep in mind. Honestly, his immediate thought is that he kind of just wants to keep touching them himself, in full agreement that he'd much prefer to touch this body than his own. But at the same time, he's realising now that this could actually be interesting. Finding out from the source what kind of buttons to push later.
Well, what physical buttons. It's already fairly clear what his layout of mental ones looks like. ]
Then don't.
[ He takes hold of both of Bakugou's wrists (they shouldn't feel as thin as his are - even not looking at them, it's annoying) and pulls his hands away, up, climbing into his lap as he pins them to the wall behind. He's got better brute strength this way, at least. That's a potential upside. ]
[ Alright. So it seemed like some of what he wanted was purely psychological. Because the idea of his hands being over his head, out of his control, was fucking hot as fuck.
He realizes, too, that he's getting hard just from this. ]
Fuck is it always this easy...?
[ He's genuinely asking. And immediately grinding into him because it feels good. ]
[ There's a little smirk on his face that probably looks a little more menacing than it should with these features. He'd been fairly sure that would do it. Good to know his intuition wasn't off. Part of him wishes he had something up there to tie his hands to - but maybe that's a little much for a first time.
He rocks back against him, and it's definitely a little weird, but after a couple of experimental little movements he finally works out how to roll his hips so that it feels good. ]
[ He's gonna keep his eyes closed because then he can imagine Shinsou doing all this. Fuck. Oh god fuck he wants him. ]
You better have a fucking condom in here.
[ He fully plans on fucking his brains out while he has the chance. He moans a little louder and he hates that it doesn't sound like himself. He wants to be fucking Shinsou... This shit needs to hurry up. ]
[ He keeps rolling his hips against him like that, kind of enjoying the weird way it feels, even if it does feel like he's got to be surprisingly precise about where exactly it feels good. Leans forward and moans lazily into Bakugou's ear, trying to sort it into the right voice in his mind, and kisses a spot on his neck that he's fully aware makes him shiver. ]
There's one in here somewhere. Could probably be convinced to find it...
[ Jesus. He actually yelps, that was so unexpected and so much out of nowhere. He thought he'd about gotten it, worked out where it felt good, but apparently he had no idea. Well shit, it's not like he's ever had reason to consider AFAB anatomy before. How the hell did he manage to get so turned on and barely notice? Seems a real pain not to have the alarm system attached. ]
You motherfucker...
[ His hands fall a little slack around Bakugou's wrists and he doesn't move for a moment, body instinctively wanting to chase that pleasure, but if he wants to do this - and god, he definitely does...
He keeps picturing what he must look like right now, and that's really not helping, so with a low growl in his throat he forces himself to get up. Grab his wallet and the single condom in there (thanks, dad - guess which one) and throw it at his own stupid body.
Maybe he's a little more emphatic about it than he needs to when he starts to pull his clothes off and dump them in a heap on the floor. ]
[ Bakugo smirks and he knows that he looks way more creepy than usual in Shinsou's body. But he doesn't care. They're gonna fuck. He's thought about this so many times, using a hairbrush handle and hoping to see purple bobbing up and down above him. It's literally the only reason he even keeps a hairbrush anymore.
But now he gets to do the fucking. And he starts to shed his clothes. Bakugo looks down and... fuck.
Fuck that's... good. That'd be so filling and... he reaches down to stroke it. It feels good and weird. So this is what it was like huh. To have a dick. Almost exactly like he imagined. ]
I have no idea how to put that thing on.
[ Because he only halfass paid attention to Midnight. ]
[ That's honestly fair. Hitoshi literally didn't care to know where the clitoris even was until about ten seconds ago, so. He actually chuckles a little, because he didn't think of it. ]
I'll do it.
[ It just makes the most sense. He kicks Bakugou's clothes to the side and climbs back onto the bed, grabbing the condom to tear it open. He puts it on him with perhaps a little more contact than strictly necessary - it's actually kind of interesting seeing himself from this angle. Holding himself in his hand from this side. He presses a thumb to the sensitive spot just under the head, rubbing slow circles into it as if he doesn't know full well how maddening that is.
Well, if Bakugou really is only getting to experience this today, then might as well give him as much of the experience as possible. ]
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[ It feels like there should be something else, something more he can do - but he won't press it again. He definitely gets the sense that he's done enough inadvertent damage by this point. So he helps get the food out, handing... his own body... a pair of chopsticks. This is not at any point going to stop being weird. ]
Okay, this one's the spicy one... you try the regular one. If that's good, I'll try this. If not then we can switch.
[ He narrows his eyes, in a look that would have been fairly flat on his own face, but he's pretty sure if he looked in the mirror right now he'd see one of those surprisingly adorable round-cheeked pouty faces Bakugou likes to pretend he doesn't make. ]
I just don't want you burning my tongue. I need that back.
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He takes the chopsticks and feels himself blush. ]
Is your pale ass always this easy to blush?
[ He's just gonna keep going and pretend he's not thinking about how fucking hot it is that he could look at whatever he wanted. ]
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[ He has the box containing the spicy yakisoba in his lap, and thinks he could probably get away with eating it in this body - but after a lifetime of thoroughly not enjoying burning his tastebuds off, he's hesitant. Pokes at it with his chopsticks idly instead. ]
Speaking of things you'll need to get used to - don't hit my head on anything.
[ 5cm isn't a huge height difference, but it's not nothing. ]
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[ He'll have to get used to the idea first. The notion of a trans boy being in another body, a cis body, is already fucking wild. The fact that it's his crush is....
Something else.
Shinsou's own phone (in Bakugo's possession) gets a text. ]
It's from Loudmouth.
[ Which is to say Mic. He reads it over. ... And blushes even deeper. ]
He said depending on the quirk prolonged physical touch might make it happen too.
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A chuckle, and he sits back a little. It's bizarre saying this to what looks like himself, but oh well. ]
You can hold my hand if you want to. Unless that's not enough.
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And what if I do.
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He takes a second to decide how to handle that. He... seriously wants to hold his hand?
Pressing the issue, he already knows, will likely just make him try to backpedal his way out of it. And... well, he can't say he doesn't want to himself. So instead of saying anything, he simply offers his hand.
Here. If you want it, take it. ]
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But he does have to voice one opinion. ]
This is fucking stupid. I wanted to hold your hand, not mine.
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[ It does feel weird, though. Lacing their fingers together and despite the feeling of another person, knowing he's still just... touching himself from the outside. Maybe if he doesn't look, he can just pretend..? ]
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Guess it's close enough.
[ But okay. Time to really test the waters. ]
Might have to make up for it later.
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[ Hey, he can't say he'd mind. ]
Didn't have you pegged for the soft type.
[ That's a lie, he absolutely did. Nobody can be as tense as that all the time in front of people and then not need to let go of it in private. ]
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[ Fucker.
... But there's your offer. ]
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There are... a fair selection of mental images that spring immediately to mind at that. Moments from those dreams he has, that he knows now haven't been entirely accurate but can't find it in him to care much. The parts he's always found most attractive - those red eyes that try to demand what are you gonna do about it but half the time seem more to ask please do something about it; the lines of his neck that it seems a crime that nobody is sinking their teeth into; his thighs that always seem like they'll be soft to the touch despite the hardness of the rest of him... those things are all still there. Still the same.
God, he still wants him. ]
Not yet, at least.
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Who gives a shit. Fuck, if he says yes, this might be his only time to actually get to fuck someone with a dick so he might as well go for it, right? ]
Guess if we did it now, I'd be doing the pegging.
[ Your move. ]
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... Not normally a bottom, but I imagine your body would probably disagree with me there.
[ Fuck it. Call it research or something. ]
Guess there's a first time for everything.
[ He doesn't even let go of his hand - just uses the other one instead to grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. If he closes his eyes then maybe... ]
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He pulls away from the kiss with a bite to his lip to mumble. ]
This sucks. I don't want to just touch myself...
[ But he is going to come up and graze his nipples from under his shirt because he knows those are sensitive. ]
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Well, what physical buttons. It's already fairly clear what his layout of mental ones looks like. ]
Then don't.
[ He takes hold of both of Bakugou's wrists (they shouldn't feel as thin as his are - even not looking at them, it's annoying) and pulls his hands away, up, climbing into his lap as he pins them to the wall behind. He's got better brute strength this way, at least. That's a potential upside. ]
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He realizes, too, that he's getting hard just from this. ]
Fuck is it always this easy...?
[ He's genuinely asking. And immediately grinding into him because it feels good. ]
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[ There's a little smirk on his face that probably looks a little more menacing than it should with these features. He'd been fairly sure that would do it. Good to know his intuition wasn't off. Part of him wishes he had something up there to tie his hands to - but maybe that's a little much for a first time.
He rocks back against him, and it's definitely a little weird, but after a couple of experimental little movements he finally works out how to roll his hips so that it feels good. ]
I feel like part of it is just you, though...
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You better have a fucking condom in here.
[ He fully plans on fucking his brains out while he has the chance. He moans a little louder and he hates that it doesn't sound like himself. He wants to be fucking Shinsou... This shit needs to hurry up. ]
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[ He keeps rolling his hips against him like that, kind of enjoying the weird way it feels, even if it does feel like he's got to be surprisingly precise about where exactly it feels good. Leans forward and moans lazily into Bakugou's ear, trying to sort it into the right voice in his mind, and kisses a spot on his neck that he's fully aware makes him shiver. ]
There's one in here somewhere. Could probably be convinced to find it...
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He shifts his hips just a bit to start grinding against his clit directly. There. Now try to escape that, motherfucker. ]
Think you remember now?
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You motherfucker...
[ His hands fall a little slack around Bakugou's wrists and he doesn't move for a moment, body instinctively wanting to chase that pleasure, but if he wants to do this - and god, he definitely does...
He keeps picturing what he must look like right now, and that's really not helping, so with a low growl in his throat he forces himself to get up. Grab his wallet and the single condom in there (thanks, dad - guess which one) and throw it at his own stupid body.
Maybe he's a little more emphatic about it than he needs to when he starts to pull his clothes off and dump them in a heap on the floor. ]
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But now he gets to do the fucking. And he starts to shed his clothes. Bakugo looks down and... fuck.
Fuck that's... good. That'd be so filling and... he reaches down to stroke it. It feels good and weird. So this is what it was like huh. To have a dick. Almost exactly like he imagined. ]
I have no idea how to put that thing on.
[ Because he only halfass paid attention to Midnight. ]
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I'll do it.
[ It just makes the most sense. He kicks Bakugou's clothes to the side and climbs back onto the bed, grabbing the condom to tear it open. He puts it on him with perhaps a little more contact than strictly necessary - it's actually kind of interesting seeing himself from this angle. Holding himself in his hand from this side. He presses a thumb to the sensitive spot just under the head, rubbing slow circles into it as if he doesn't know full well how maddening that is.
Well, if Bakugou really is only getting to experience this today, then might as well give him as much of the experience as possible. ]
That feel like it's on right..?
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