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Bakugou stared at the light purple eyes that were focused solely on him. In class, Shinsou often seemed perpetually bored, but during training and sparring, Bakugou always noticed the keen edge take over. And he had to notice that. In order to maintain his lead in class standings, he needed to keep ahead of everyone in the class, but mostly Shinsou. The purple haired boy had joined their class from Gen Ed in their second year and was still consistently in the top 3. He'd never knocked Bakugou out, but it came down to single digits in the last count. And Bakugou wasn't going to go down without a fight. If he lost today, he'd rank 4th in the class and that wasn't allowed to happen.
Bakugou was certain he could beat Shinsou, he just had to not respond.
"Come and get it," Shinsou said, falling into his fighting stance.
"Bet," Bakugou whispered under his breath. He barely even heard himself and was certain Shinsou hadn't caught him. He took stock of his body as they circled each other. He seemed like he was still in control. He let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Shinsou came in to start the fight. Bakugou was in it instantly. The two threw punches and dodged left and right. Bakugou remembered not to say anything else. Shinsou dodged under Bakugou's attack, putting him at the blonde's back. Bakugou jumped instantly forward, making sure there was space between the two.
He turned and saw Shinsou charging for him. He could see the exact point of impact before it happened. He saw how, if he used his quirk and pushed himself to the side, he could get out of the way. He knew the exact amount of force needed to move his body, to be able to pivot and blast the purple haired Mindfuck in the side of the face and win the bout.
And he just didn't.
He told his body to move and it didn't respond.
Shinsou's smirk was almost feral as he slammed his shoulder into Bakugou's stomach. His body slammed them into the mat, quickly flipped Bakugou over and had his arm twisted behind his back before Bakugou knew what hit him.
"What the actual fuck, Mind Fuck?!" Bakugou shouted at the same time Aizawa called the match.
Shinsou let Bakugou out of the hold and the blonde jumped up. Shinsou nodded to Aizawa and walked to the bleachers, sat down and took the towel and water bottle Kaminari handed him. He was being jostled by cheers from the entire class. Deku was recounting the moment Shinsou took Bakugou down, detailing how it could've been avoided but it seemed like Bakugou froze.
Bakugou grumbled as he walked over to the bleachers and thumped down next to Kirishima.
Shinsou looked over and met Bakugou's eyes and winked. He took a swig from the water bottle before paying attention to the class again.
Shinsou had to have used his quirk. But how could that be? Every other time Bakugou had been under Shinsou's quirk before, it was a total memory wipe. He'd respond to the purple haired freak and then he was standing outside of the ring or raising his hand in forfeit. He never knew what was happening while under the quirk.
This had been different. He hadn't even realized he was under the quirk until Shinsou made him not move. And he hadn't blanked then. It was like Shinsou had been in control for the whole fight, but didn't use it until the last possible moment; it was almost as if he was a puppet, allowed to play at fighting until Shinsou decided to win.
He hated it.
And he needed to feel it again.
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The class continued sparring but Bakugou couldn't focus on any of it. He went against Kirishima and, to everyone's shock, was taken down within 2 minutes.
Needless to say, he wasn't in a good mood.
The self proclaimed BakuSquad had a movie night planned but no one brought it up as they walked to the locker rooms. Bakugou threw his towel into his locker as he got in front of it. What was he thinking? How could he lose not once but twice today? And to Shitty Hair and Mind Fuck, of all people. The other boys were giving him a wide berth in the locker room. He knew it wasn't the biggest thing, but this was their third year. He was going to become a professional hero in a few months. He didn't have time to be losing like that. He couldn't. He had to be on top of his game 100% of the time, or people could die. He couldn't handle that.
Bakugou noticed Shinsou wander into the locker room. He was the last one to come in. Aizawa had pulled him to the side. He caught Bakugou's eye and looked like he was going to come over and say something, so Bakugou grabbed his bag and booked it out of the back entrance. He'd shower in the dorms or something. He couldn't handle talking to Shinsou. Not after that, not in front of everyone.
As he left the room, he heard the volume skyrocket. The boys were being sensitive of him blowing up, but once he was gone, they celebrated; Shinsou and Kirishima were being congratulated and slapped on the back.
"Good going!" Kaminari's voice echoed after Bakugou.
"That was most impressive. I would like to get any advice—" Iida's voice cut off as the door slammed shut. Bakugou sighed and trudged off to the dorm.
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There was a knock at the door. Bakugou was toweling his hair, having just changed into fresh sweats. He contemplated not opening it. It was probably Kirishima here to apologize or Deku wanting to debrief or whatever.
He'd just tell them to fuck off and have a chill night. Not thinking about how he hadn't been in control of his body and how he liked it.
"What do you want?" Bakugou grumbled as he opened the door. His voice faltered at the end when he saw who it was.
"Hey, I honestly didn't expect you to open the door," Shinsou said, scratching the back of his head. "I wanted to explain."
"Explain what? How you've been powering up your quirk but not telling anyone?"
"I mean, I have told some people. Denki has been helping me, and it was Midoriya's idea but he didn't know I could do it. I'm not even sure he realizes I did it."
"You're starting to sound like him," Bakugou said. "What do you want!?"
"I just wanted to let you know it was my quirk, in case you weren't sure."
"No shit. Do you think I didn't see you coming?"
"Of course you did." Shinsou nodded and turned to leave. Bakugou grabbed his wrist.
"Do it again." Bakugou was barely audible. They were still standing in the hall and he didn't want anyone overhearing.
"Excuse me?" Shinsou looked shocked.
"You heard me, dipshit." Bakugou let go of Shinsou's wrist and walked in the room.
"No, I don't think I did." Shinsou smirked, crossing his arm as he leaned on the door frame.
"What, do you want me to
beg
?"
"That could be arranged." Bakugou wasn't sure if he was being fucked with or not. Well, of course he was being fucked with, that was Shinsou's speciality, but would he get what he wanted from it? "But I do need you to say what it is you want me to do."
Bakugou glared. He leaned against his desk,unsure how to proceed. He barely knew what he wanted. He just knew the moment his body didn't respond to his thoughts, he felt a bolt of excitement shoot straight down his spine.
"Oh, for fucks sake, at least come in the room before someone sees you."
Shinsou obliged, taking a few steps in and closing the door and then leaned against it. He nodded his head for Bakugou to go on.
"How much can you control without letting the person know you're there?"
"I'm still working on that. The idea of catching the mind without alerting it was the idea Midoriya was trying to help me with. He figured if I could catch someone but not activate it until an opportune moment, it would be more useful in the long run. I actually didn't know if, once I activated it, you'd be able to remember anything or if it would be as usual where you go blank. That was part of why I came up here. This was the first time I'd succeeded in having someone remember what happened. You do, right?" Bakugou nodded, "I thought so. It felt slightly different. Like I was there, and had a lot of access, but it wasn't complete control. I could tell something was different. Maybe because it was a small thing I sent, just to stay for an extra second. You had a route of escape all ready, didn't you? You knew exactly how you were going to dodge and had your next attack planned, right? I didn't try to stop all of that; my command was just to delay it for a second, long enough for me to tackle you. Then in your confusion I was able to pin you. I'm not really sure if I was still in control, or if you had frozen."
"I'll help you then. I was fully awake and aware the entire time. I just couldn't move. It was like I was watching myself and could think and tell my body what to do, but it just didn't respond." Just remembering the moment he couldn’t react was getting Bakugou excited. He felt his cock start to harden as Shinsou stared at him.
"I'm actually glad to know that. I'm not going to apologize for winning today, but I honestly would really appreciate training together."
Bakugou glared at the other boy. He wanted this, but also was sure it was going to get out of his control, quite literally.
Bakugou nodded but couldn't meet Shinsou's eyes.
"If we're going to do this, I need you to tell me if I do anything you don't want. Even the smallest detail. If I have you kneel and your knee twinges, I need to know. If my quirk is too strong, the moment it drops, I need to know." Shinsou looked extremely serious. He also looked like the vision of a dom that Bakugou definitely didn't get himself off to. Bakugou nodded again.
"I need to hear you say it, Bakugou. I need to know. I won't hurt anyone else."
"Yes! Fine, Eyebags. I will let you know if anything irritates me."
"Well, let's not go that far, I don't think we have enough time for you to start listing everything that irritates you." Shinsou smirked as he leaned against Bakugou's desk.
"When do you wanna do this?"
"I think we should train on the weekend. Or we can start right now," Shinsou offered. Bakugou's pulse sped up. Just the idea of being under Shinsou's quirk again sent thrills up his spine. He met Shinsou's eyes before looking away quickly. "What do you want, Bakugou?"
"Tch, whatever."
"Is that all you're gonna say? I figured Bakugou Katsuki wouldn't be a coward about training."
Bakugou turned to Shinsou, prepared to lay him out.
Bakugou opened his eyes. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. When the fuck had he moved? The moment he realized what had to have happened, he glanced at Shinsou, fisting his hands in his lap. The other boy looked irritated.
"I caught you without you realizing, but I went too hard,” Shinsou mumbled while making himself at home in Bakugou’s desk chair
"You've been hanging out with the nerd too much. You're muttering to yourself." Bakugou's words brought Shinsou out of his thoughts.
"Oh, you're back." Shinsou turned his full attention to Bakugou, "How did that one feel?"
"Like your usual quirk, like nothing happened between the moment I turned to you, and then I was sitting on my bed."
Shinsou nodded, lost in thought. "I tried to lower my control while I had you, but I think I need to confidently have the ability to have lower control regularly first."
The process repeated itself a few times. Everytime Bakugou opened his eyes, he was standing in a different spot in his room.
"Maybe you just need to try something smaller," Bakugou mused, "not trying to take full control for a small amount of time, but instead trying to start or delay something from happening."
Bakugou went to stand. When he was alone, he liked to pace to get his thoughts together. But he couldn't move.
He looked over to Shinsou who was smirking. A jolt of excitement went down his spine. He was under Shinsou's quirk again.
"Come here, Bakugou," Shinsou said.
Bakugou felt his body stand and start moving.
"Wait! Shit!" Bakugou shouted in surprise. He stopped directly in front of Shinsou. The rude bastard was smiling.
"Sorry, not sorry! That's amazing!" Shinsou looked genuinely thrilled. Over the moon. Bakugou couldn't think of a time when Shinsou looked so excited.
"I could kiss you right now! I mean I won't because you're not gay and obviously would kick my ass." Shinsou jumped up as he pushed the chair back. He started turning to mimic the nerd once again, muttering and pacing around the room.
"Who said I wasn't gay?" Bakugou asked.
Bakugou watched Shinsou's brain blue screen.
He took the moment to sit back on his bed and let the mind control hero reset his world. Bakugou never decided he was going to stay in the closet or come out. His family knew, as well as the damn nerd who caught him in middle school looking at some BL manga. He was so annoying about “how wonderful Kacchan is,” and “how much he still loves Kacchan and he always will.”
"So a kiss isn’t off the table.” Shinsou smirked enticingly. Bakugou felt the shift of energy in the room swing back to sexual. He felt his face heat as he blushed.
“You bounce back quick.”
“I do a lot quick.”
Bakugou felt Shinsou regretted that sentence almost as fast as he said it. The pair laughed.
“Oh well, I’m pan, in case you wanted to know.” Shinsou scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Bakugou nodded, unsure what to say to that.
'Kiss me now, please.'
'Take over my mind again and tell me what to do.'
Neither thought left his mouth. He stared at Shinsou.
"Maybe we—" Bakugou started.
"I should—" Shinsou cut himself off.
They both stopped to let the other finish. When he looked again, Bakugou saw the interest evident in Shinsou's gaze as he stared at Bakugou’s lips.
'Fuck it.' He thought to himself. He took the three steps to get back in front of Shinsou, grabbing the other man and pulling him into a kiss.
The kiss was gentler than either expected it to be. Shinsou pulled back slowly. Their lips barely separated from each other.
"What was that?" Shinsou asked.
Bakugou let out a surprised sound. Maybe he had misread the situation. Maybe it was just a joke. He went to take a step back, away from Shinsou, but his body just didn't. He met Shinsou's gaze and saw the flare of desire and power in it.
"Needed you to respond to something," Shinsou said with a wink.
Bakugou was unsure if he was still under the other man's quirk.
"Do it again."
"Kiss me," said Shinsou.
Bakugou wasn't sure that was a good enough test, as only Shinsou's quirk could stop him from kissing the other man again. He started taking steps backwards, pulling Shinsou along with him.
"Wait," Shinsou said. Bakugou froze. He wanted to see if he could keep moving. Keep backing them to his bed. But nothing. His legs didn't budge.
Shinsou stepped back out of Bakugou's grasp.
"I don't think we should keep—"
"Don't you dare kiss me and run out like it was a mistake."
"No, no. Bakugou, I wouldn't. What I was going to say was that we shouldn't keep kissing because I kinda wanted to keep training. If that's alright with you. I've managed to do it successfully 3 times now, but that doesn't mean I got it down." Shinsou sounded sheepish. "Don't get me wrong. I would love to keep kissing."
"Why not both?" Bakugou said, as he reached out to the other man. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Fuck," Shinsou whispered. "You'd really let me do that? Control you while we're canoodling?"
" Canoodling ? Really? Who says that?" Bakugou reached to pull Shinsou to him. But he stopped. "You know, I'm not sure how much practice you actually need."
"Oh, I don't know. I want to be able to do this on command at a moment's notice. I think I'm going to need loads and loads of practice. Kneel down, would you?"
Bakugou knelt so fast he almost got vertigo. The rush of blood to his cock may have been part of that.
"I'm not going to take your ability to talk, okay? I need you to be able to safeword out. Do you know the stoplights? If I catch you too fully, I'm going to drop it immediately. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. And yeah, red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go. And for the record, I’m very, very green." Bakugou smirked. He wanted to adjust his hard cock. It was pressing in some delicate places but he also wanted, needed Shinsou's command to move.
"So another thing Midoriya was helping me train with was non verbal commands." At the nerd's name, Bakugou felt a wave of jealousy. He didn't like thinking Shinsou was training like this with Deku. Something of his feelings must have passed over his face because Shinsou started chuckling.
"I don't have Midoriya kneeling for me, just so you know."
"Tch. Like I'd care what you and Deku do."
"Mmhmm, sure." Shinsou seemed amused. He definitely didn't believe him.
Bakugou was feeling super warm and started pulling his shirt off. He started folding it before he realized what just happened. He couldn't keep the look of shock and arousal off of his face.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?"
"I wasn't sure that was going to work, honestly. Instead of telling you to take your clothes off, I just told your brain that you were hot. Starting with the reasoning seems to help your brain jump to the command itself without resorting to you consciously noticing the command as coming from outside of yourself," Shinsou continued muttering, getting his reasoning and thought process out.
Bakugou let himself drift a little. His thoughts faded to the background, making his head feel light and floaty.
"Yellow," Bakugou said without thinking, "Wait, did you have a color check as a command?"
"What? Oh yeah. I wanted to be absolutely sure you had a say." Shinsou had the gall to look sheepish over putting Bakugou's feelings and safety first. "So yellow, what's going on? We can stop. Did I do something?"
Bakugou stalled. He hadn't even fully internalized saying yellow before it was out of his mouth. He wasn't fully sure why he wanted the pause.
“No, you didn’t do anything. Or nothing wrong at least. I noticed myself dropping into subspace.
Which, I don’t know if you’re prepared for that,” Bakugou said. “Honestly, I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”
“Oh, uh, yeah, of course,” Shinsou said as he realized the implications of Bakugou’s words. He hadn’t really explored the kink scene too much recently. He didn’t want to get Bakugou to that point, where he’d be so vulnerable and trusting. He’d be completely in Shinsou’s care. Well, that’s not quite true. Shinsou would love to get Bakugou to that point, but only when it was exactly what the other man wanted. He needed that trust, freely and enthusiastically given. “We shouldn't keep going tonight. It's past your bedtime." Shinsou gestured toward the alarm clock. Bakugou looked, surprised to find it was past the time he usually locked himself in his room. He hadn't even eaten yet, he'd been too upset from training and had gone straight to his room.
"Shit, I never ate," Bakguou said. “Wanna run down and grab something with me in the kitchen?”
The two end up grabbing food and eating and talking all night. They didn’t do much more with Shinsou’s quirk, except when he stopped Bakugou from smothering the food with hot sauce. But that was probably more self preservation than anything else; coward’s taste buds couldn’t take it.
Over the next few weeks they fell into a pattern of meeting up after training and practicing with Shinsou’s quirk. It usually ended up with them making out on Bakugou’s bed, although they didn’t go much further than grinding together.
Shinsou occasionally messes around during class, trying to catch Bakugou unaware. This becomes a game between the two. Bakugou tries to notice when Shinsou has caught him in his quirk. Shinsou will raise Bakugou's hand when he doesn't actually know the answer, or freeze him when he does.
"I wonder how the sensory thoughts work," Shinsou said, as the pair sat on a couch in the common room. He tried to hang out with his friends so they didn't try to figure out what was up.
Earlier in the day, Bakugou had hinted he wanted to go a bit further, if that was something Shinsou wanted. Shinsou looked astounded Bakugou Katsuki let him kiss him, no less play around in his mind.
"Would you like it if I made you feel my hands caressing you?"
Bakugou grunted and then shuddered as he felt Shinsou hand across his cheek.
"Not here," Bakugou said under his breath. "The nerd's too observant."
He looked over where Midoriya was joking with Todoroki. Shinsou glanced in their direction before looking back to Bakugou.
"Nah. He's too busy trying to get Todoroki to catch a hint." Bakugou stiffened as he felt phantom hands stroke his chest. "Besides, how would he know unless you make a sound? Nobody will know I'm pinching your nipples."
Bakugou shifted in his seat, trying to readjust. He didn't need to be seen sporting an erection in the middle of the common area.
"It seems like the sensory suggestions work just fine," Shinsou mused.
"Seems like it," Bakugou grunted out. He was forcing down the urge to writhe on the couch, sighing when the feeling began to fade away. Bakugou appreciates that Shinsou isn't going all out.
They chat for a bit more before Bakugou decides to go to his room, as Shinsou gets pulled into helping Denki study for their English exam.
Bakugou was keyed up when he got to his room. He wished Shinsou would have come up with him. The other man had been teasing him throughout the day, since Bakugou, very poorly, hinted he wanted to move their whatever-ship to a more sexual stage.
God, Bakugou was horny.
Since Shinsou was busy, he would just have to take care of himself.
Bakugou pulled a box from under his bed and took out his favorite dildo. He took the time to open himself up on two fingers. Part of him—okay, a big part of him—wished they were Shinsou's long fingers. He wasn't ashamed to say he'd stared at Shinsou’s hands, imagining what they'd feel like all over him. No wonder the sensation of those hands was easy for Shinsou to conjure in his mind.
Bakugou spread his fingers, testing his ass, feeling the slight burn that he enjoyed. He was feeling very impatient and decided that was enough. He lubed up the fake cock, rubbing the excess on his hole. He suctioned the dildo to the floor because enjoys riding it and not having to fuck himself by hand.
The stretch as the fake cock slowly opened him up was bliss. He hadn't had a chance to do this recently. Sure, he got himself off to the thought of Shinsou fucking him while controlling him regularly,but he hadn't had the time to properly use his toys since he'd been spending his evenings with Shinsou.
Bakugou continued pressing down until he reached the base, his ass almost on the floor. He did a few slow lifts with quick drops before he really started going at it.
He'd never admit it, but learning to use his legs more with his quirk had the added benefit of raising the stamina of his lower body. Fucking himself open burned the muscles in his legs, getting stronger and stronger. He knew he could continue at this pace for a while.
"Hey, so, Denks was in a much better spot than he thought—" Shinsou's voice trailed off as he quickly pulled himself in the room and shut the door. He seemed to realize that maybe he should be on the other side of it. They hadn't given each other blowjobs yet, nevermind actual fucking. "Fuck, Bakguou, sorry. I should go."
Bakugou, for all that he was shocked, wasn't mad that Shinsou had barged in at that moment. He grunted but didn't get off of the toy.
"I need words, Bakugou. Was that a 'good timing, Shinsou, please come join' grunt or a 'get the fuck out of my room, you've barged in where you're not wanted' grunt?" Bakugou watched as he tried to covertly cover his growing erection. It was obvious Shinsou wanted him, and Bakugou needed him to stay and take over.
"The first," is what Bakugou ends up saying.
Shinsou's expression darkens.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Fuck, Bakugou, you're so hot. I don't even think you realize how much I've been wanting to take this next step with you. Didn't want to push. Didn't want you to think I made you do it."
Bakugou moaned at the words, failing to hold it in..
"Unless that's what you want?" Shinsou asked, catching on pretty quickly.
"Yes," Bakugou breathed out. He was still sitting still, balls deep on his dildo. "Please make me, Shinsou."
"Make you what, Kitten?"
"Whatever you want," Bakugou said, his voice almost a whine. He craved Shinsou's control. Bakugou's body started to pull up slowly, getting so just the tip was still inside before he dropped and felt the whole fake cock fill him up. His eyes went wide and met Shinsou's.
"You like that, Kitten? Like when I move your body for you, make you fuck yourself. I'm in charge and you couldn't be happier."
Shinsou continued Bakugou’s slow rise and fall. Bakugou rarely kept such a slow pace. He'd go slow for a couple of thrusts before he really went at it. The juxtaposition of how he usually fucked himself and this slow pace was emphasizing his lack of control. He really wasn't fucking himself anymore. He was being fucked, being used. His cock jumped and let out a drop of precum.
"Fuck, look at you," Shinsou whispered as he watched Bakugou move. The ring of purple in Bakugou’s eyes was telling. Shinsou pulled out his cock and started stroking it as he walked closer to Bakugou.
Bakugou started to lean forward. Apparently the control didn't stop him from moving and adjusting himself. He wanted to lean forward and get Shinsou's hard cock in his mouth.
Unfortunately for Bakugou, Shinsou seemed to come to the same realization. Bakugou couldn't move towards Shinsou's cock anymore. No matter how hard he tried he could only go up and down, slowly keeping the pace. He growled low in his throat.
"Oh, is there something you want?" Shinsou teased.
"You know what I want," Bakugou groaned out. "Lemme suck you."
Shinsou chuckled to himself. "So demanding for someone who wants me to take control of his body."
Bakugou started pinching his nipples. He didn't usually play with his nipples, but he's found he enjoys it when Shinsou makes him do it.
Shinsou gets undressed, standing right before Bakugou. If Bakugou had his way, or control of his body, he would have sucked Shinsou's cock as deep in his throat as he could. But Shinsou keeps himself just out of reach and Bakugou whines.
Shinsou can't resist forever though, he's only human. Bakugou's mouth opens and he freezes.
"Your hands are your own. Tap out if you need to tell me anything," Shinsou said seriously, he didn't want to misstep and abuse the power he'd given. "Show me you understand."
Bakugou half expected his hand to just move and tap Shinsou's hip, but that wasn't what this was. He needed to show Shinsou he was capable of moving on his own. He reached up and tapped Shinsou's hip twice before he grabbed the other man's ass and trying to push his cock into his mouth.
Shinsou snickered. "Naughty, naughty. Maybe I'll just stroke myself off right here."
He stroked his cock, centimeters from Bakugou's open waiting mouth. The mind trip was amazing. Bakugou relaxed his hand on Shinsou's hip, no longer digging his nails into the other man’s skin.
Bakugou forced a whine out of his open mouth. Shinsou continued to stroke himself, marveling at Bakugou's inability to move. Bakugou felt something wet hit his chest. At first he wondered if it was precum from Shinsou's hard cock, but then he realized he didn't have the control to swallow his saliva, and he quite literally drooled for the cock in front of him.
"Fuck, Kitten, you're so amazing letting me do this." Shinsou readjusted himself and placed the head of his cock on Bakugou’s tongue. The blonde let out a moan at the taste and feel of Shinsou .
Shinsou continued to go slow and work Bakugou up. He stroked himself while just resting the head of his cock on Bakugou’s tongue. He let the precum gather on Bakugou’s tongue.
Finally, he slowly began pushing into Bakugou's mouth. He made Bakugou close his lips. Bakugou was thrilled to get to show his cock sucking abilities, until he realized he was not commanded to suck.
Shinsou thrust inch by inch, getting deeper each time. Bakugou realized he was being used as a toy. His pleasure wasn't being taken into account, neither was his discomfort. Besides being able to tap out, his body's responses were being ignored because they weren't important. He was a toy, a fleshlight that Shinsou could fuck how he wanted.
The moan Bakugou released shook Shinsou to the core. He seemed surprised since he hadn’t changed anything. He'd been slowly edging himself in Bakugou's mouth, but that moan had other ideas. Bakugou was happy to be able to feel Shinsou losing control of himself; the vibrations along his cock made Shinsou fall off that edge of control.
He fucked into Bakugou's mouth as deep as he was able to go comfortably. He didn't want to gag Bakugou, at least not before they had a conversation about it.
Shinsou stilled and came.
He felt Bakugou's hand grip his ass. Bakugou let out another deep moan and Shinsou could feel Bakugou's body fighting against Shinsou's control. The man shuttered as his mouth filled with cum. Did he just have a dry orgasm?
Shinsou had Bakugou swallow, before he slowly gave Bakugou control of his body back.
Bakugou sank the last few centimeters to the floor, the entirety of the dildo filling him up. While he realized he had the ability to move his body, he didn't want it. Not yet at least.
Bakugou looked up and met Shinsou's purple gaze.
"Make me cum, please," Bakugou begged, eyes pleading with Shinsou to take the control back.
"Oh, yeah. Of course, Kitten," Shinsou said. He started to kneel down, about to take Bakugou's cock in hand.
"No," Bakugou said, fierce red eyes meeting purple. " Make me cum. I can already feel it fading, I was so close. But I know you can do it. Make it happen. Without my control, without building my body to it. You can just have me do it."
Shinsou groaned with pleasure.
"Are you sure?" he asked, needing to grab the control again.
"Yes–"
"Then cum ." Shinsou barely let Bakugou finish the word before he started convulsing. His cock squirted up his chest. The look on Bakugou's face was pure bliss.
Bakugou's moan broke Shinsou from his thoughts. Those were for another day.
Shinsou started taking care of Bakugou, cleaning him up with a warm washcloth. He got them both clean and settled in Bakugou's bed.
Bakugou drifted in and out of his own head. Shinsou simply let him, saying words of praise and thanks. He hoped Bakugou enjoyed this half as much as he did. He wanted to continue this as often as possible.
"How long before you can do it again?" Bakugou asked in a whisper.
"I think that's it for tonight," Shinsou responded gently, not wanting to pull Bakugou from the subspace he'd obviously fallen into, "But we'll definitely do it again, Kitten. You were too precious. Thank you for being such a gift."
"I wasn’t the gift. I was the toy." Bakugou mumbled against Shinsou's chest as he fell asleep.