[ 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. ]
[ He gasps out before he can stop himself and covers his eyes with his arm. ]
Fuck...! Shut up! Okay just.
[ That felt good. So good. Holy shit he wanted nothing more than to ride this dick and feel how good it was and fuck he wished he could without a condom. Good. So good. ]
Just get on...
[ He's almost begging at this point. His hands move to sit on his hips and start to feel up his abdomen and to his chest because he's always wanted to be touched there... ]
[ It's honestly a little annoying not to be familiar with the weak spots that come with this body. It's so honest about it in a way he never expected Bakugou to be, and he finds himself just wanting to lean in to every touch, to sigh and melt into it and just let it happen. But his own nature fights with it, because that's not how he operates.
Good to know, he supposes, for later.
He wonders if he's ready. He's not used to not having to think about preparing for it. He feels... swollen, and wet, and it's weird. He bites his lip, concentrating as he finally lets himself climb back into Bakugou's lap (eyes down, not on his face, it'd cross the line into too weird to look at his own eyes right now). One hand on his shoulder, the other reaching down to align them so that he can start to sink down onto him. Slowly. Very slowly. Brows knit, he grunts, chewing on his lower lip again. It doesn't hurt, really, but... it's a lot. Whether that's the body's lack of experience or his own, it's hard to say. ]
[ He's tight and warm and fuck. Fuck! He's going to have to grip onto him and breathe deep before anything can happen. It feels good. But. It's not what he in his mind wants. So. Maybe his body was alright after all.
It definitely wasn't what he wanted, but it was also what he needed in that moment. The two of them to just fuck. No. Okay. Breathe. ]
Does it hurt? Everyone says it would hurt but I've probably fucked myself enough times...
[ Finally their hips meet, and Hitoshi sits still for a moment, letting his mind wrap itself around the reality of being penetrated. It flashes through his mind, being asked at some point by someone (who meant well, and didn't realize how annoying they were being - so possibly Tetsutetsu) how he knows he's a top if that's all he's ever done. Well, he supposes, now he can 'officially' know.
It does feel good, though. More so as he tries an experimental little rock of his hips. He can enjoy it, even if it's not what he wants. ]
Not really. It's just kind of... a lot.
[ He's starting to find a rhythm now, easy but not so painfully slow. This body definitely likes it, feeling full like this, and he can deal with that. ]
[ It's not what he wants either. The sensation of him having a dick was... something. It was something he appreciated, being able to move his hips like this and feel something there. That was nice. But the act of penetrating. That isn't what he wanted. And he hated that he was looking up at himself. It actually helped to keep this feeling good without him coming. ]
I was gonna ask if you had more than one condom but with you going this slow...
[ Of course, he had to taunt him. Tease him. His body was just moving and feeling things out and trying to shift in ways that should make sense that he knew would stimulate his body. His hands never left his hips or thighs or chest or... any part of him. ]
[ Hitoshi blinks. He'd meant to say 'shut up', because obviously, but the words won't come out. He keeps moving, rocking because he's gotten into the rhythm of it now and it's become kind of mindless - but he finds suddenly he's having a hard time concentrating on it. Or on anything. ]
Sh-uh...
[ He presses his forehead to Bakugou's shoulder, his own pale skin and sharp collarbone meeting him there, but more and more it's becoming difficult to get this body to respond at all. Thinking feels like reaching through sand, through mud, and it's not really like passing out because he's done that before and he knows what it feels like - he's still there, just...
He blinks. Blinks again. His field of vision swims and the next thing he knows, he's looking at... Bakugou. Not himself with Bakugou inside, but the real actual form of Bakugou Katsuki. And all he can do is just stare, thoroughly disoriented.
[ He's laying back. He closes his eyes again. His head swims and his body feels... like nothing. Then something? His head just keeps swimming. It takes a lot to open his eyes and realize that he's the one bent over now. That his line of sight is purely collar bone.
It takes a few minutes, a few breaths, for him to be fully aware of all of him. To be able to sit up and blink down at Shinsou.
And then to realize that Shinsou is in him. A breath, two, he moans as he shifts forward to finally get stimulation on his clit and clench around him. ]
[ He finds his hands on Bakugou's hips, and feeling him clench around him, his fingertips press harder into the skin as a low sound that's almost a growl comes from the back of his throat.
He's warm, and tight, and gorgeous, and this. This is what he wanted. All his body wants is to snap his hips up into that heat, or even tip him over backwards and just fuck his brains out - but he hesitates for a moment. Because this is definitely enough of a change of playing field that he wouldn't be comfortable not checking first. ]
'F you've changed your mind, now's the time.
[ Though by the look in his eyes, he's barely restraining himself from just devouring him. ]
[ ... That definitely isn't something he thought anyone would ever say to him.
But the vague surprise barely keeps him for a moment, because he has other things to think about. He doesn't have the brute strength he did in Bakugou's body a second ago, but what he does have from here is leverage - enough to put this mouthy little fucker on his back, using that moment of surprise to pin his wrists to the bed too. ]
You wanna try that again?
[ They both know who's the physically stronger of the two of them, which is why Hitoshi isn't particularly worried about this. Now that he's in his own body again, doesn't feel like he's about to melt half the time, he can go for what he actually wants - what he's fairly sure they want, if Bakugou can manage to be honest with himself for half a second. ]
His touch and being pinned to the bed and oh fuck he's so fucking hot. It's not fair. ]
Fuck me.
[ He breathes out. It comes out half like a barking demand and half like he's begging him. What's the difference when you're desperate. His hips start to move on him, gyrating so his clit gets just as much stimulation as the rest of him. Fuck he hasn't been this wet in so long... ]
[ There it is. He'd known it was in there somewhere, that desire to submit - honestly it's been difficult not to think of it as calling out specifically to him. He grins, fingers tightening around Bakugou's wrists. ]
Better.
[ And finally he does as he's asked. His hips snap hard into the body beneath him, though he doesn't ramp up speed-wise yet. In, pause, out, pause, and then in again with every ounce of his strength. If it seems like he's deliberately trying to take the breath right out of him, that's because he is. ]
[ Each snap, each thrust, gets a gasping little moan out of him. Each one getting him louder but there's a little hint of a whine with them to. He wants more. Faster. Oh god give it to him faster...
But every time he opens his mouth to say something he's being slammed into again. ]
[ God. It's hard not to lose control here, to just let go, but something about Bakugou just brings out this side of him. Should've expected it, really. He relishes watching each and every time the other boy's words are stolen right out of his mouth... a guy could get addicted to something like this. He's already picking up speed just a little, not meaning to necessarily, but his body can't help but chase his own need too. ]
No.
[ He growls deeply, transferring his grip on Bakugou's wrists to one hand, so that the other can slide down to pinch one of those sensitive nipples. He can push him just a little further before he breaks too, he knows he can, and now that he does it's so impossible not to. ]
[ Fuck, fuck, he wants so badly to watch this but his eyes want to close and give himself over to just riding it out - and in the end, he's held down his unfortunately unavoidable nature as a sixteen year old for too long by now. It's a miracle he managed this much, honestly.
He bucks hard into the other boy, his body fully on autopilot at this point. He's not loud by nature and instinctively clenches his jaw hard against it, but there's no hiding the desperate gasping moan that comes forth. ]
[ His brain is flooded with wants of feeling that in him next time but he knows he can't. And that it's highkey gross. But fuck if he doesn't want it right now especially. He reaches to cling to him like a terrified wet kitten. Don't you fucking dare go anywhere. He has breath to catch right now. ]
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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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Fuck...! Shut up! Okay just.
[ That felt good. So good. Holy shit he wanted nothing more than to ride this dick and feel how good it was and fuck he wished he could without a condom. Good. So good. ]
Just get on...
[ He's almost begging at this point. His hands move to sit on his hips and start to feel up his abdomen and to his chest because he's always wanted to be touched there... ]
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Good to know, he supposes, for later.
He wonders if he's ready. He's not used to not having to think about preparing for it. He feels... swollen, and wet, and it's weird. He bites his lip, concentrating as he finally lets himself climb back into Bakugou's lap (eyes down, not on his face, it'd cross the line into too weird to look at his own eyes right now). One hand on his shoulder, the other reaching down to align them so that he can start to sink down onto him. Slowly. Very slowly. Brows knit, he grunts, chewing on his lower lip again. It doesn't hurt, really, but... it's a lot. Whether that's the body's lack of experience or his own, it's hard to say. ]
Fuck... have you... done this before..?
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[ He's tight and warm and fuck. Fuck! He's going to have to grip onto him and breathe deep before anything can happen. It feels good. But. It's not what he in his mind wants. So. Maybe his body was alright after all.
It definitely wasn't what he wanted, but it was also what he needed in that moment. The two of them to just fuck. No. Okay. Breathe. ]
Does it hurt? Everyone says it would hurt but I've probably fucked myself enough times...
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It does feel good, though. More so as he tries an experimental little rock of his hips. He can enjoy it, even if it's not what he wants. ]
Not really. It's just kind of... a lot.
[ He's starting to find a rhythm now, easy but not so painfully slow. This body definitely likes it, feeling full like this, and he can deal with that. ]
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I was gonna ask if you had more than one condom but with you going this slow...
[ Of course, he had to taunt him. Tease him. His body was just moving and feeling things out and trying to shift in ways that should make sense that he knew would stimulate his body. His hands never left his hips or thighs or chest or... any part of him. ]
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[ Hitoshi blinks. He'd meant to say 'shut up', because obviously, but the words won't come out. He keeps moving, rocking because he's gotten into the rhythm of it now and it's become kind of mindless - but he finds suddenly he's having a hard time concentrating on it. Or on anything. ]
Sh-uh...
[ He presses his forehead to Bakugou's shoulder, his own pale skin and sharp collarbone meeting him there, but more and more it's becoming difficult to get this body to respond at all. Thinking feels like reaching through sand, through mud, and it's not really like passing out because he's done that before and he knows what it feels like - he's still there, just...
He blinks. Blinks again. His field of vision swims and the next thing he knows, he's looking at... Bakugou. Not himself with Bakugou inside, but the real actual form of Bakugou Katsuki. And all he can do is just stare, thoroughly disoriented.
... Did that seriously just work? ]
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It takes a few minutes, a few breaths, for him to be fully aware of all of him. To be able to sit up and blink down at Shinsou.
And then to realize that Shinsou is in him. A breath, two, he moans as he shifts forward to finally get stimulation on his clit and clench around him. ]
Fuck.
[ Holy shit. Holy fuck he feels so fucking good ]
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He's warm, and tight, and gorgeous, and this. This is what he wanted. All his body wants is to snap his hips up into that heat, or even tip him over backwards and just fuck his brains out - but he hesitates for a moment. Because this is definitely enough of a change of playing field that he wouldn't be comfortable not checking first. ]
'F you've changed your mind, now's the time.
[ Though by the look in his eyes, he's barely restraining himself from just devouring him. ]
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He shifted one hand to a thumb over his clit, biting his own bottom lip. ]
Wreck my pussy, bitch, before I kill you.
[ God if you didn't fuck him right here and now he was going to go fucking insane. ]
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But the vague surprise barely keeps him for a moment, because he has other things to think about. He doesn't have the brute strength he did in Bakugou's body a second ago, but what he does have from here is leverage - enough to put this mouthy little fucker on his back, using that moment of surprise to pin his wrists to the bed too. ]
You wanna try that again?
[ They both know who's the physically stronger of the two of them, which is why Hitoshi isn't particularly worried about this. Now that he's in his own body again, doesn't feel like he's about to melt half the time, he can go for what he actually wants - what he's fairly sure they want, if Bakugou can manage to be honest with himself for half a second. ]
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His touch and being pinned to the bed and oh fuck he's so fucking hot. It's not fair. ]
Fuck me.
[ He breathes out. It comes out half like a barking demand and half like he's begging him. What's the difference when you're desperate. His hips start to move on him, gyrating so his clit gets just as much stimulation as the rest of him. Fuck he hasn't been this wet in so long... ]
Fuck. Me.
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Better.
[ And finally he does as he's asked. His hips snap hard into the body beneath him, though he doesn't ramp up speed-wise yet. In, pause, out, pause, and then in again with every ounce of his strength. If it seems like he's deliberately trying to take the breath right out of him, that's because he is. ]
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But every time he opens his mouth to say something he's being slammed into again. ]
Shinsou...!
[ That's all he can manage. ]
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No.
[ He growls deeply, transferring his grip on Bakugou's wrists to one hand, so that the other can slide down to pinch one of those sensitive nipples. He can push him just a little further before he breaks too, he knows he can, and now that he does it's so impossible not to. ]
My name. Say it.
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Each thrust is just making him moan louder and his fingers now torturing his nipple in the best possible way and in a half scream he manages: ]
Hitoshi! Hitoshi, ah!
[ He's- he's-- just like that he's clenching around him and tightening and oh fuck he is making his whole body seize and shiver and quake... ]
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He bucks hard into the other boy, his body fully on autopilot at this point. He's not loud by nature and instinctively clenches his jaw hard against it, but there's no hiding the desperate gasping moan that comes forth. ]
Katsuki, fuck, Katsuki...
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Never done that before.
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