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Todoroki recognizes the bag Bakugou’s brought into his hotel room. A duffel bag, not the brand new Nike one that he just bought him, one that’s seen better days. The contents clank as Bakugou tosses it onto the bed. He smirks like the entitled brat he is, and Todoroki has half a mind to slap it right off.
He doesn’t — mostly because he’d like it. “I have to admit, you are very good at what you do.”
Bakugou climbs on the bed, crawls in Todoroki’s direction. “I’m a profitable venture now, right daddy? Do I get my bonus?”
As Todoroki walks over, his phone starts to ring so he sits on the bed, answers it with a finger to his lips to sush him. Bakugou groans, head in Todoroki’s lap. “Ah, Izuku,” Todoroki says. “Yes, I heard. The meeting is tomorrow morning, I’ve just adjusted our flight—”
“ Oi , Useless,” Bakugou calls into the phone. Todoroki looks furious , moves to put a hand over Bakugou’s mouth, but he evades it, snatches the phone out of Todoroki’s hand. He wedges it in between his shoulder and ear so he can push Todoroki’s face back with both hands. “We were just about to celebrate! Why don’t you come up and join us?”
Midoriya swallows audibly.
“Good, see you in five.” Bakugou hangs up, drops the phone in Todoroki’s lap and rolls away, cackling.
Todoroki crawls onto the bed to chase him and only catches him when Bakugou lets himself get caught. He pins Bakugou’s wrists down, scowling. “Give me one reason not to ruin you right now.”
“ Please ruin me,” Bakugou says, stretching his neck up to kiss him but Todoroki keeps himself out of reach. “Cmon, daddy, I think I deserve a playdate.”
“You deserve to be tied in a closet with your mouth sealed shut while I fix this,” Todoroki growls through his teeth.
There’s a knock at the door.
Bakugou grins wildly when he sees Todoroki’s face “Better hurry then.”
The face that the two of them make when Todoroki opens the door is precious . They stammer out awkward greetings, unable to form a coherent sentence, just a slew of oh, uh, you too? Yeah, I, let’s, okay that makes Bakugou chuckle to himself. Once the door is closed, they stand close to one another, Todoroki’s arms around Midoriya’s waist. There’s a pause, and they kiss. Bakugou rolls onto his back. He’s bored but he’s not a monster .
“Oh, hey Katsuki…” Midoriya says once they part.
Bakugou looks at them upside down. They’re still holding each other. “Should I give you two the room?”
“Do you uh, not want to…?” He looks down at Bakugou, then at the bag by his side. “Were you planning on staying the night?”
Todoroki’s face goes red as Bakugou’s eyes meet his. “He thinks I brought a change of clothes!” Bakugou laughs, covering his eyes with a forearm.
Wordlessly, Todoroki steps away from Midoriya. He unzips the bag and spills the contents onto the bed: two sets of handcuffs, rope, a blindfold, four different collars of various sizes and colors, a flogger, nipple clamps, an arm sleeve, a spider gag, a spreader bar, a chest harness, a pile of familiar sex toys. Todoroki clicks his tongue. “You really thought we were going to have time to use all of this?”
“No, stupid, I thought it would be fun to have options ,” Bakugou says, though he’s staring down Midoriya the whole time, watching him squirm. “I have a feeling this one might want to try something new.” He chuckles, hands behind his head. “Go on then, spoil me.”
Why he let them tie him up, even though they’d exchanged a look , is beyond him. He’d sat back, been so good when they undressed him; fixed his arms into the sleeve, affixed it to the bedpost. He’d eagerly opened his mouth when Todoroki put the spider gag in his mouth.
And even still, there they are, making out, tangled in each other without him and making him watch .
Todoroki runs his hands all over Midoriya, his partner, his companion through so many rounds of funding, so many prototypes, late nights talking and dreaming. God , he’d always wanted this, to have his hands on his waist, to feel his neck, bury himself in his hair, to wrap his lips around his, yes, just to have him. His fumbling borders on frantic, inelegant like Bakugou had never seen him, more in a teenage rush than the suave grace he’d had before.
Bakugou has half a mind to be jealous. Instead, he is incredibly wet, heart racing, palms sweating in his sleeve. He’s drooling for god's sake, and he can’t even wipe it up. Todoroki glances at him, smirks through his kiss. Ah, there he is.
“Izuku, why don’t you get on the bed? We did make you a pretty comfortable backrest,” Todoroki says.
Midoriya blushes, though the way he purses his lips and smiles doesn’t seem innocent at all. He crawls onto the bed, glances sheepishly at Bakugou, then fits himself in between his legs, leaning with his back against him. His skin is cold against Bakugou’s, and his ass just barely touches his pussy — not nearly enough pressure to do anything other than make it worse. Todoroki follows him on his hands and knees, head dipping between Midoriya’s thighs. Bakugou hears the smack of kisses, feels Midoriya tremble. He can’t see anything other than the crown of Todoroki’s head dipping up and down, but he can hear the wet slurp of lips over cock and fuck he wishes that was him. Midoriya’s shallow breaths stir his guts and his pussy aches from desire. He shifts his hips forward, trying to rub his clit against Midoriya’s back. Midoriya shifts ever so slightly so the back of his hip is angled just enough for Bakugou to rut against it and he moans, needy, desperate.
Todoroki puts his hand on Midoriya’s side, yanks him forward so Bakugou can’t do that anymore. The message is clear: not until I say so.
It continues on like this for too long. Bakugou leans his head back against the wall, bothered and impatient but entirely powerless. It isn’t until Midoriya runs his hand through Todoroki’s hair to guide his head back, panting stop, I don’t wanna be done yet that he bothers trying to get their attention again, squirming and making a strained ah , ah .
“You hear something?” Midoriya says, tilting his head back so he’s looking right at Bakugou when he says it. He reaches back, fingertips stroking gently up Bakugou’s inner thigh.
“You tell me,” Todoroki says, positioning himself in front of Midoriya. He holds his face in his hands, kisses him, but looks right at Bakugou with steady eye contact as he does. Bakugou twists against his restraints, eyes begging.
“I think…” Midoriya pulls back from the kiss just so. His lips graze across Todoroki’s. “I hear someone who’s not used to having to ask for attention.”
The two of them get up, kneel in front of Bakugou. Todoroki looks at Midriya. “You think he’s been good enough?”
Midoriya slides his hands up Bakugou’s thighs, stopping just short of his pretty pussy, which drips onto the sheets. He unconsciously bites his lower lip and looks up at Bakugou. “You think you’ve been good enough?”
Bakugou nods furiously.
“Want us to touch you?”
Again, a nod.
“Would you do anything for it?”
Another, no hesitation.
“I think he’s ready,” Midoriya says, unlatching Bakugou’s arms from the bedpost. He grabs his shoulders, pushes him down onto the bed so his head is just over the edge, flips him onto his back. Midoriya positions himself between Bakugou’s legs, Todoroki standing just above his head, pumping his cock on top of his face.
“You’ve been so good for us, baby boy,” Todoroki purrs, the tip of his dick against Bakugou’s lips, strained and forced open by the gag. “Is this what you want?”
Bakugou cranes his neck up, tongue out.
Todoroki slowly slips his cock into Bakugou’s mouth as far as he can go. He watches the tip of it stretch his throat, and he smiles, pressing his thumb against the bulge. Smirking, he holds it there, a choke hold on his neck, until he feels Bakugou shake. He pulls out all the way with a wet pop. Thick, frothy spit pools on Bakugou’s lips as he gulps in big exhales. “You’ve been wanting this a while, hmm? One cock is never enough for you, is it? I know your game, darling.” He pushes his cock back in, hums. “You have been good for daddy, though. You deserve all this cock.”
Unable to close his mouth, Bakugou lays there, eyes fixed on Todoroki as he takes his cock. Spit and precum dribbles down his cheeks all the way to his hair. Todoroki takes his time — he doesn’t want to finish early after all — thrusts slow and deep, each time stretching Bakugou’s throat with sticky sloshing sounds.
Midoriya watches, fascinated. He’d seen a different Bakugou — aggressive, demanding, coaxing — but this side of him is subdued, peaceful. He keeps watching as he curves two fingers into Bakugou’s sopping wet cunt. It’s soft, unbelievably hot. His gooey labia open easily as he spreads his fingers, inserts his thumb along with them. He stretches open Bakugou’s cunt, hooded eyes peering into the pink folds, hungry. He leaves just long enough to find a condom, pull it on. He tilts Bakugou’s legs up, hands on either side of him, and pushes in.
Bakugou groans, though it’s more a rhythmic glug. He feels full, overwhelmed, perfect . Once Midoriya is in, Todoroki picks up the pace, and so there are two cocks gliding in his sloppiness, his throat and pussy filthy wet. They ram him and pull him apart, thrusts synchronized — it’s too much, too lovely to be used, and his head goes foggy and light, and maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, but it’s euphoric. He feels himself tighten up, his throat squeezing Todoroki’s cock while his cunt clamps down on Midoriya’s—
When he cums both of them pull out, and his body jolts. He rolls onto his side, breath heavy as his toes curl and his eyes roll back. Todoroki strokes his hair and kisses him through all that slime. “That’s it, love.”
He’s still in the blissful haze of orgasm when Todoroki removes his gag. He sucks in his cheeks, wriggles his sore jaw. Todoroki sits him up, wipes his face with a bunched up sheet. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful, daddy,” Bakugou says through a grin. Midoriya’s kissing his neck, arms around his waist while Todoroki strokes his neck.
“Want more?”
“ Please .”
Todoroki lays on his back, lifts Bakugou onto him while Midoriya stays against his back, teasing his asshole with a lubed finger. Leaning his weight against Todoroki, his arms still useless behind him, Bakugou slides down onto Todoroki’s cock, still wet and easy and sensitive. His breath is staggered as he whispers curses into Todoroki’s ear. Todoroki holds his hip still, thrusts into him a few times then pauses to let Midoriya drive his cock into Bakugou’s ass.
“ F-fuck …” Bakugou exhales, gritting his teeth until the pain of fullness slipped into pleasure. He breathes hard, growling and grunting, all pretense and showmanship failing him.
“You like it, Katsuki?” Midoriya chimes against his neck, arms wrapped tight around his chest as he fucks him, his thrusts slow and patient in comparison to Todoroki, who seemed to be determined to ruin him. “You’re taking us so good…”
“ Yes , god, I feel fucking a-amazing,” Bakugou inhales sharply. His cunt clenches, ready to cum, but that makes him tighter which makes him feel even more full, which makes him feel better . It’s an unrelenting cycle, and his orgasm sneaks up on him, snapping through his body.
They don’t stop, even as his body squeezes on both of them.
He loses track of how many times he comes. He’s reduced to putty, chest heaving. He leans, dead weight on Todoroki. Finally , they pull out and he flops onto his back.
“Are you ready for us, darling?”
Midoriya doesn’t wait for an answer — he can’t, he’s been holding back too long — and he cums on Bakugou’s chest. Once he’s done, Todoroki grips Bakugou’s hair to hold his head up so he can cum on his face, making him even more disgusting with fluids. Bakugou smacks his lips, swallowing what Todoroki’s managed to get in his mouth. He grins, woozy and stupid, jelly when Midoriya holds him so Todoroki can undo his arm restraints. He giggles uncontrollably when Todoroki wipes him all over with a warm, wet washcloth, and for some reason, when Midoriya guides his head into his lap, he starts to tear up, grinning as he wipes his eyes.
“Good crying?” Midoriya asks softly.
“Real fuckin’ good.”
