[ 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. ]
[ Wouldn't dream of it. Hitoshi has to catch his breath just as much, dropping down to prop himself up on one elbow to keep from putting his weight on Bakugou, resting his forehead on his shoulder. ]
Really? I'd never have known.
[ Seems almost a shame not to have been able to trade his own first time for it. In fact, there's... actual regret there, that he didn't expect. He turns his face in toward Bakugou, nuzzling at his jaw in a way that he thinks he could still get away with calling incidental - he wants to kiss him and have it actually be him this time. But whether or not that's on the table... ]
[ He doesn't want to admit to how much of a relief that is, but god, it really is. So with it offered like that he'll finally take that kiss. Long and sweet and unhurried - and if a kiss could tell you just how long someone has wanted to hold you like this, then this one would. ]
[ Oh. Okay. So they're about to be this kind of couple, huh.
Hitoshi can't say he's particularly mad about the idea.
So there's a lot of kissing. And just generally being the kind of disgusting saps nobody outside of this room would believe they are (or at least, that's what they'd both like to think). But eventually Hitoshi has to pull back, because as much as he's enjoying being close like this, there are certain cleanup efforts that need making before things get too uncomfortably gross. ]
[ He rubs his arm after the punch, still smiling, and when he finally drags himself up to drop the condom in the trash he offers a hand to help Bakugou get up too. ]
[ Asui, with the being irritatingly observant. Big eyes. ]
Did I ever tell you she made me cry once?
[ He knows he didn't, because he's never told any of them, but still. Honestly he doesn't know why he's telling him now. There's the knee-jerk in his mind of no one cares about your feelings Hitoshi - but he's getting better at ignoring it. ]
Asked me what it was like being Aizawa's son three days after we filed the paperwork.
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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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Really? I'd never have known.
[ Seems almost a shame not to have been able to trade his own first time for it. In fact, there's... actual regret there, that he didn't expect. He turns his face in toward Bakugou, nuzzling at his jaw in a way that he thinks he could still get away with calling incidental - he wants to kiss him and have it actually be him this time. But whether or not that's on the table... ]
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You better want me for just more than this, dickhead.
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[ He doesn't want to admit to how much of a relief that is, but god, it really is. So with it offered like that he'll finally take that kiss. Long and sweet and unhurried - and if a kiss could tell you just how long someone has wanted to hold you like this, then this one would. ]
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Holy shit.
Okay so it wasn't just him. He sighs into it, deepens it in a languid sort of way. Just enjoying him. Arms more casually around his shoulders.
He parts it just because it feels like so much. ]
You're my boyfriend now.
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Don't I get a say in that?
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[ He's all warm smiles now. ]
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[ He bumps their noses together, and it's honestly sickeningly sweet as moves go. ]
I'd say thank you for the generous offer, and I'll be taking up my new position immediately.
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[ Or he'll kill you. But instead he's gonna kiss you and kiss you again. ]
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Hitoshi can't say he's particularly mad about the idea.
So there's a lot of kissing. And just generally being the kind of disgusting saps nobody outside of this room would believe they are (or at least, that's what they'd both like to think). But eventually Hitoshi has to pull back, because as much as he's enjoying being close like this, there are certain cleanup efforts that need making before things get too uncomfortably gross. ]
You want to shower first?
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But he looks at him all confused. ]
Just shower with me.
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[ He can't help laughing - god, now that they're not in the moment anymore, that really is the most ridiculous thing anyone's ever said to him. ]
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Fuck you. I rarely talk about it.
[ That was a big thing for him! Although the pout isn't entirely genuine. ]
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[ He rubs his arm after the punch, still smiling, and when he finally drags himself up to drop the condom in the trash he offers a hand to help Bakugou get up too. ]
Does anyone else?
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The question though... He shrugs. ]
Deku.
[ Because obviously he knew him pre-transition. ]
Kirishima. Ashido. Asui. She just figured it out, though.
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[ Asui, with the being irritatingly observant. Big eyes. ]
Did I ever tell you she made me cry once?
[ He knows he didn't, because he's never told any of them, but still. Honestly he doesn't know why he's telling him now. There's the knee-jerk in his mind of no one cares about your feelings Hitoshi - but he's getting better at ignoring it. ]
Asked me what it was like being Aizawa's son three days after we filed the paperwork.
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