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Katsuki may be just a little bit jealous that Todoroki fucking Shouto made it all the way to the No.2 rank, while Katsuki himself only made it up to No.4 before getting toppled down again by stupid PR messes.
Like, he's grown as a fucking person or whatever, so he is not spiraling into some self-destructive explosion of egotistic rage and insecure self-loathing or something. He's fucking happy for damn Icyhot, maybe even proud to see all of the candy cane's hard work pay off, to see him grow into the kind of hero he's always wanted to be. If anyone deserves it after the clusterfuck shit hand life dealt them, it is definitely Todoroki Shouto.
But still. Katsuki's just a little bit mad about the whole thing. The ember of pugnacious self-aggrandizing pride that remains burning deep at the core of him is absolutely fuming that the only boy he considered his worthy equal from the very first time he saw him, has gone and goddamn surpassed him. The thought smarts, a throb of slightly bruised ego, like the pleasure-pain of pressing on a hangnail or smiling wide with cold-cracked lips.
It makes something a little bit dark and greedy coil within the ember of that feeling, demanding that he make the other hero submit, show him who is really on top between them here.
He could invite Todoroki tomorrow to the sparring gym at his agency, beat him into the floor till he's begging for a break... Except Todoroki never begs during a fight, too damn determined and resilient to ever ask to stop. Probably all that'll happen is they'd beat each other to a pulp, only stopping when neither has the strength to move anymore. And with Katsuki's shitty luck, some extra will leak a video of the sparring session to the press and Katsuki will drop another half-dozen ranks for the crime of putting bruises on everyone's beloved Hero Shouto's face.
Though, to be honest, even he thinks he'd deserve to drop rank if he ever bruised that prettyboy's face, even during a mutual spar. Icyhot's face is too damn nice to look at.
Of course, there are other ways Katsuki could wreck Todoroki, perhaps even more satisfying than sparring. Because there is a time when Todoroki begs, and it's when he's getting fucked so good he can't take it anymore.
Katsuki licks his lips, just the reminder of their last time together making his mouth go dry.
They have only fucked a handful of times, it's all a fairly recent development after all. Haven't put any damn labels on it either, they kind of just fell into bed together enough times (or, pushed against doors, or bent over kitchen counters, or... you get the idea) that it's now become an unspoken thing between them.
Katsuki hasn't even told Kiri about it, and he's willing to bet on his life Todoroki hasn't said shit to Izuku either.
So yeah. There is that option. And it'd be just as satisfying as sparring, maybe even more satisfying. Because he could have the goddamn new No.2 hero kneeling at his feet, looking up at him flushed and panting and begging for it.
Katsuki stares at the quiet open road ahead as he drives back home after dropping off the idiot squad. If he turns right at the upcoming intersection, he could be at Todoroki's apartment within ten minutes.
It's probably a bad idea. They've never specifically met up for a booty call so far, all of the times they fucked just sort of happened. Like a "we're both here and we're both horny" type of deal. So, going over to Todoroki's apartment just to fuck is kind of a breach of... something, probably.
The memory pops into his head, of the time they ended up stumbling into Katsuki's apartment after a party.
They were so horny for each other that they didn't even make it into the apartment. Katsuki just shoved Todoroki up against the wall at the genkan, sucking him off so hard Todoroki came in his mouth in under four minutes. After, Todoroki shuffled around, looking awkward, making as though he's going to just leave the apartment. And Katsuki scoffed, and dragged Todoroki into his home to at least have some water and sober up before he left. In the end, Todoroki crashed for the night, curled up against Katsuki's chest on the slightly-too-small queen bed, with Katsuki staring at the ceiling and determinedly ignoring how nice it all felt.
Katsuki reaches the intersection. And he turns right.
In less than ten minutes, he's pulling up near Todoroki's place. From the parking lot, he can see the light is on in Todoroki's apartment living room.
Katsuki bites his lip. He could just run up and bang on Todoroki's door but - it's just -
He wants Todoroki to come to him. He wants Todoroki to follow him, no questions asked, no hesitation, a willing kitten trailing behind the wolf.
Katsuki pulls out his phone and shoots off a quick text.
Katsuki (10.55PM): Oi, I'm downstairs. Come for a ride with me.
The reply pops up within a handful of seconds.
Todoroki (10.55PM): ???
Todoroki (10.56PM): Okay. One minute.
Katsuki waits, anticipation building, the greedy dark ember within him growing.
Todoroki is always so easy. So willing.
But only for me, Katsuki thinks, a little unreasonably possessive, watching the front door of Todoroki's apartment building swing open, revealing two-toned hair and baby blue pajamas. He isn't so easy and willing for anyone else, just for me.
"Bakugou," Todoroki says, in that quietly curious way of his when he's confused. "Is something the matter?"
The baby blue pajamas have cute chibi cartoon cats patterned all over them. The wrap tie of the nightshirt is loosely secured, revealing creamy skin and the bump of a defined collarbone.
Katsuki wants to eat him the fuck up.
"Get in," Katsuki says, voice husky.
"Do I need proper shoes?" Todoroki asks, already opening the passenger door. When he gets in, Katsuki sees he's wearing pink bunny slippers. Fucking hell, but why is Katsuki still turned on right now, what's wrong with him.
"No," is all Katsuki answers, putting the car in reverse.
He could take Todoroki back to his own place. It's not very far, and it'd be so satisfying to destroy the prettyboy in his own bed, to have him splayed out spent between his sheets after Katsuki's had his way with him.
But that doesn't sound quite like what he wants tonight, he wants something a little bit less... safe, a little bit more inadvisable.
Katsuki straightens in his seat, mouth beginning to curve in a smug grin. He knows where to drive now.
Todoroki doesn't ask a single thing as Katsuki drives them farther and farther away from the city, just contentedly staring out the open window, hair rustled by the wind. Katsuki opens up the sunroof too, so they can both enjoy the cool night breeze. The highway they're on is nearly deserted, late enough at night on a weekday that few cars pass by them. Katsuki accelerates, powerful engines humming, car flying across the road.
The first sound Todoroki makes is when Katsuki exits the highway, turning into a winding road that leads towards the woods.
"Are we... going towards the hiking trails?" Todoroki asks, sounding confused.
"You think I brought you here in your pajamas with no shoes on, in the middle of the night, to hike?" Katsuki growls incredulously, and then hastens to add before Todoroki can say something dumb in reply, like 'Yes'. "We're just driving to an overlook spot I like, dumbass."
"Okay," Todoroki agrees easily, back to staring out of the window.
But really. How many others would Todoroki be so easy for, so happy to go along with any plans, no questions asked? Surely it's very, very few. Maybe Izuku, or his sister. Probably can count those people on one hand. And Katsuki is on that list.
(Maybe Katsuki is at the top of that list.)
Gravel crunches as Katsuki pulls up at the cozy, shaded overlook. As expected, it's completely empty at this time of the night, and the road leading up here is entirely quiet and dark too.
They both get out of the car.
Todoroki takes a deep breath of the fresh air, padding over towards the edge to look out at the glittering sea of city lights below them. Curving in the distance, you can see the glimmer of the ocean too, reflecting the light of the full moon.
It's less of a booty call spot, and more of a date spot... Katsuki puts a stop to that thought right there, and aggressively yeets it out of his head for good measure.
He walks up to stand beside Todoroki, close enough that their shoulders touch at any small movement. Todoroki smells soft and sweet, like matcha and vanilla and honey. Probably he just washed up and was getting into bed when Katsuki drove up. It makes Katsuki's mouth water.
"It's really pretty out here tonight," Todoroki says, smiling softly as he takes in the view. His skin glows silvery bright under the moonlight.
"Mm, yeah, real pretty," Katsuki agrees, not taking his eyes off him.
"Did you bring me here to talk about something, Bakugou?" Todoroki asks, finally turning to look at Katsuki, head tilting a little in that way he does when he's curious about something. It's a strangely innocent and child-like gesture from such a tall beefcake of a man. It's really fucking cute.
"No," Katsuki says slowly, drawing the words out. "I brought you here to fuck you."
Todoroki's eyes go so wide. Katsuki watches Todoroki's cheeks flush with color, a smug smirk growing on his face.
"You - what?" Todoroki finally asks, turning fully to face Katsuki, blushing bright red.
"You heard me," Katsuki says, taking one step closer, then another, till they're breathing each other's air. The air around Shouto is tinged with the honey scent of his skin, the mint of his breath. Katsuki isn't responsible for his actions from here on out. "Wanna fuck you in my car and hear you beg for my cock."
"Ah," Todoroki says, still blushing, his eyes now focused on Katsuki's lips. "I - we shouldn't. This is a public park."
"Don't see no public around us," Katsuki says, mocking, gesturing to the deserted road. "Too scared to do something a little naughty, Mr. No.2 Hero?"
"Not scared," Todoroki refutes, and Katsuki can see him wavering. He steps even closer, their lips nearly brushing. Todoroki's eyes flutter closed immediately, head tilting in anticipation of a kiss. For such a powerful guy, Todoroki can be so soft and pliant, so needy and wanting of gentle touches and hungry kisses. It's such a rush every time, to see him be like that for Katsuki.
Katsuki grasps the back of Todoroki's neck, gripping at the fluffy short strands, and he drags him closer into a kiss. Todoroki's lips part at the slightest press of tongue, allowing Katsuki to taste him, the mint of toothpaste, the distant notes of green tea, and a smoky sweetness that is just Todoroki himself. Katsuki breathes deep and presses closer, deeper, suddenly ravenous for him. He starts shuffling them back towards the car, pressing Todoroki against the doors to devour his mouth.
When he pulls back, they are both panting. Katsuki is still so close and he can see every pore and freckle on Todoroki's skin, every strand of hair on his two-toned lashes, illuminated by the light of the moon and stars.
He's beautiful.
"Wanna go inside now, princess?" Katsuki asks, voice raspy from need. "I want to be inside you."
Todoroki bites his plump kiss-slicked lower lip and nods, eyes lowered a little shyly, cheeks still flushed with color. Fuck, he has no idea, this damn Icyhot bastard, the effect he can have on a man.
Katsuki pops open the backseat door and Todoroki goes in easily, sitting down at the edge and scooting backwards, spread out lengthwise on the seat with his back propped against the other door, legs parted and waiting for Katsuki to climb on top of him.
Katsuki growls and pounces, slamming the car door behind him.
It's a little cramped for two full-grown muscular men to be doing this, but honestly, that just adds to the appeal. There are muffled giggles and quiet curses as they rip off each other's clothes, kissing hungrily the whole time, elbows bumping, dangerously close to getting kneed in the gut. Katsuki feels a bit like the horny teenager he never got to be, silly and reckless, no thoughts beyond kissing every inch of pretty pale skin that is revealed to him.
"This cushion seat is surprisingly comfortable to lie on," Todoroki says breathlessly when Katsuki pulls back to rummage through his wallet for some lube and condoms. He looks down to see Todoroki splayed out like some exquisite erotic art under him, naked from the waist down except for fluffy pastel pink socks, unbuttoned shirt hanging off one shoulder and a tempting blush coloring his exposed skin.
Katsuki can't resist. He leans down to take one pebbled nipple into his mouth, and then the other, alternating and sucking greedily while Todoroki moans and squirms, hands buried in Katsuki's hair, painfully gripping with every spasm of overstimulation.
Katsuki likes the pressure of those hands in his hair, likes how Todoroki isn't as carefully gentle when he's on the edge of losing control. Likes seeing those powerful hands that can incinerate or flash freeze a whole building in seconds grasping white-knuckled onto the nearest surface as Katsuki gives him pleasure.
He likes too the idea of controlling those powerful hands, forcing them to helplessly twist and flail as Katsuki has his way with him. Inspired, Katsuki grasps Todoroki's wrists and yanks them above his head, crossing them together against the car door handle. He picks the silky wrap tie of Todoroki's pajama shirt, threading them through the door handle before wrapping them securely around Todoroki's crossed wrists. Katsuki tests the knotted fabric to make sure it is tied firm but not too tight, drinking in the sight. His mouth goes dry at the mere sight of Todoroki's milky wrists captured by silky baby blue fabric, pretty hands grabbing fruitlessly at the air.
"This okay?" he checks, because this isn't exactly something they've done before. Not that the flimsy tie would stand a chance if Todoroki actually wanted to break out of it, of course, but still. It's only fun for Katsuki if Todoroki enjoys it too.
Todoroki's eyes are all pupil when Katsuki meets his gaze. "I - yes," Todoroki says. "Yes, yes it's good. Bakugou, please."
Please.
Blood rushes so fast to Katsuki's dick that he's briefly light-headed. Fuck, they haven't even started yet and Todoroki's already begging for him.
"Please what, baby?" he asks, sitting back on his feet even though it goes against his every instinct at the moment. "Use your words." He picks up the packets of lube and condoms that he tossed down earlier in a hurry, playing with the crinkly wrapper while greedily drinking in how Todoroki writhes under him, seeking his touch, his heat.
"Please touch me," Todoroki begs. His hands twist uselessly against the car handle but he doesn't break free, letting himself be snared.
"Touch you where?" Katsuki drags out the tension, sweet and heady. God, he is too turned on to function, but teasing Todoroki is too delicious to stop. "Tell me clearly what you want."
"Bakugou," Todoroki says, part-frustration, part-plea. "Anywhere, everywhere. Just touch me, I need you."
"Like this?" Katsuki asks, warming up some lube between his fingers and reaching down between Todoroki's parted thighs. His fingers brush against his tight entrance, teasing. Todoroki bucks against his fingers with a moan.
"Yes, like that, want you, need you, please, please, please" Todoroki chants, and Katsuki can't control himself enough even to tease anymore, he's only a man. He throws Todoroki's toned legs over his shoulders to work one finger into his hole and leans down to gulp down Todoroki's leaking cock down to the root in one smooth move.
Todoroki arches his back with a gasp, cock hitting the back of Katsuki's throat. Katsuki gulps him down even as he opens him up, starting to feel light-headed from the heady scent of Shouto's skin taking over all his senses.
"I'm - please - inside, want you," Todoroki is babbling, writhing as Katsuki adds a third finger to stretch him, teasing with his tongue at the tip of his leaking cock. "Bakugou, please."
Fuck, but he begs so well.
Katsuki pulls his fingers out and pulls off Todoroki's cock with a pop, sitting back on his heels again to drink in the view. It is so fucking satisfying, Todoroki's bitten-red mouth and teary cheeks, the marks on his wrists where he yanked too hard on the ties. The way his legs are wide open and twitching, desperate for Katsuki to sink between them and fill him up.
"Fucking pretty like this," Katsuki says, rolling the condom on and slicking himself up. "So open and ready for me." Katsuki lines up his cock against Todoroki's pliant and wet entrance, teasing.
"Please," Todoroki says, hips bucking.
"If your fans and the public can see you now," Katsuki growls, pushing in just the tip before pulling out again, enjoying how Todoroki moans and writhes in response. "Upstanding Hero Shouto, such a media darling. Should take a picture of you like this and post it online, show them all what their No.2 looks like begging for cock. You'd do this with just anyone, huh?"
"No," Todoroki mumbles, shaking his head, voice hoarse, eyes still teary. "Only you, I only beg for you, Bakugou. Please. I want you inside me."
Katsuki nearly comes just from that. "Fuck," he swears. "You'll be the death of me, Icyhot." He lines up and sinks into Todoroki in one slow, deep thrust.
It's indescribable, how it feels to be inside him. Todoroki flashes hot and cold and hot again, Katsuki's cock smothered by the tight grasping wetness, and it's a miracle he doesn't bust a load within five seconds. In fact, on their first time, he did, coming after one thrust inside like some inexperienced teenage virgin. He made sure to wipe the smirk off Todoroki's face in the second round though, showing him exactly why Dynamight has the best stamina and longest staying power among all current heroes.
"You're in so deep," Todoroki moans, legs wrapped around Katsuki's waist, urging him to go deeper. Katsuki pulls all the way back and thrusts in again with a sharp snap of his hips. "Ahh, fuck, yes, Bakugou, please."
"So needy for me, huh, No.2?" Katsuki says hoarsely, leaning forwards to capture Todoroki's mouth in a quick, dirty kiss, setting up a punishing pace of hard, deep thrusts. He knows Todoroki can take it. His hands grasp onto a swollen nipple, twisting it till Todoroki bucks and writhes. "Just lie back like the pillow princess you are, gonna make you feel so good."
"You always do," Todoroki gasps against his lips, and it tastes like sweet, sweet victory.
After, Katsuki lies on top of Todoroki, pressing kisses and hickeys into the soft skin of Todoroki's neck while they both catch their breaths. Todoroki is still a bit lost in post-orgasmic haze, blinking dazedly up at the twinkling stars through the open sunroof, eyelashes still wet from tears. Katsuki bites one last hickey dangerously close to the collar of Todoroki's hero suit before sitting back with a huff, utterly satisfied. He pulls his spent cock out of Todoroki with a small grunt, leaning down again to a press soothing kiss to Todoroki's cheek when he gasps at the sudden emptiness. With a grimace, he pulls off the full condom and ties it up, tossing it below the seat. He will need to deep-clean his car tomorrow, fucking disgusting.
"Can't believe we just did that," Todoroki says, echoing his thoughts. He blinks again, eyes slowly refocusing on Katsuki. "You brought me to a public park for a booty call. And fucked me in your car."
"Don't take that tone with me, you bastard," Katsuki says, reaching over to his glove box to yank out a bunch of tissues. He wipes the cum from Todoroki's stomach and his own, throwing it underneath the seat again in resignation. "Didn't hear you fucking complaining five minutes ago." Maybe Katsuki keep some small garbage bags and blankets to lay down on the seats, for future car sex...
Shaking his head at himself, Katsuki reaches over and unties Todoroki's wrists from the door handle.
"Also, what was with calling me the No.2 while fucking?" Todoroki says, sitting up and rubbing his reddened wrists, one eyebrow raised. "Is that a new kink or something?"
Katsuki freezes halfway through pulling on his shirt, feeling caught. "The fuck are you on about, no it isn't!"
"And all that dirty talk about if the public could see us like that," Todoroki says, both eyebrows raised now as he looks Katsuki up and down. "Are you getting off on me being the No.2 while you fuck me or something?"
"The fuck?" Katsuki yells, turning away to yank on his jeans (and hide his furiously-blushing cheeks). "Stop over-analyzing and saying weird shit, you bastard!"
"Mm, alright," Todoroki says, sounding thoroughly unconvinced, but shutting the hell up and starting to pull on his own clothes, so thank god for that.
Katsuki thinks the matter's forgotten for good, but then Todoroki abruptly brings it up again, later, after they're dressed again and setting out on the drive back to the city.
"You know you're going to be right up there in the top 5 again by next year, right?" Todoroki says, apropos of nothing. "You were the first in our class to get to top 5, and you stayed No.4 for three years before you started dropping in the charts."
Katsuki bites the inside of his cheek and concentrates on the road, not turning to meet Todoroki's eyes that he can feel trained on his face. "Yeah, climbed ranks coz they praised me so much for the war, and made it to No.4 while I was still working under Jeanist and Edgeshot at their combined agency. Sure started dropping down quick after I started my own agency, didn't I?"
"It's just growing pains, Bakugou," Todoroki says, and Katsuki feels an old spark of pride-singed annoyance ignite in his gut.
"You sure kept climbing steadily even though you always had your own agency, asshole," he growls, glaring at the empty road ahead. "Don't patronize me."
"Yeah, only because my old man fucking quit out of nowhere and left his agency of 800 people struggling to make ends meet till I finally graduated UA and took over," Todoroki says, a bit of steel entering his voice. "I had to deal with and overcome a lot of problems, sure, but you can't compare our professional careers like it's the same."
"Whatever," Katsuki scoffs. "And growing pains or not, you never saw All Might drop in the ranks, ever. Or Jeanist, even after his injury and sabbatical."
"And neither did Endeavor," Todoroki points out, and Katsuki's mouth snaps shut. "No matter how much bad press he got, he stayed at the top." Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki sees Todoroki's face turn away to gaze out of the window. "Maybe it isn't a bad thing, to not live in the same system as our heroes. Maybe we can all change how the world views heroes, and build a better system, together."
The rest of the drive passes quietly, pensive silence taking up the space of casual conversation.
When Katsuki finally pulls into Todoroki's apartment parking lot, the air between them feels a bit awkward and stilted.
"If you don't want to drive more, you're welcome to stay over," Todoroki offers a bit clumsily, eyes unsure as they look at each other.
"Nah, I'm good to get home. Got some chores to take care of in the morning," Katsuki says.
Todoroki just nods and turns to get out. Katsuki doesn't want to see him go. Not yet.
"Oi, wait," he says hurriedly, reaching out a hand to clasp around Todoroki's wrist. The skin there is still a little red from being tied up, pulse drumming beneath Katsuki's fingertips.
"Yes?" Todoroki says, turning back to face Katsuki again. His eyes are serious and searching, quietly observing as Katsuki tries to put his jumbled thoughts into words.
"Next year," Katsuki finally says, thumb rubbing circles on Todoroki's wrist. "I will be right there next to you on the Hero Billboard Chart stage. You better believe I'm gonna build the fuck out of a new better system and win it, you Icyhot bastard."
"I believe it," Todoroki says, the smallest of smiles curving up at the corner of his mouth, eyes crinkling with warmth, and god, but Katsuki wants.
"You free on Saturday evening?" Katsuki blurts out.
"Um, yes, I think so," Todoroki says, head tilting in curiosity. "Why?"
"Come with me for dinner," Katsuki says before he can talk himself out of it. His pulse beats in his ear as he squeezes his grip around Todoroki's wrist. "I will take you out."
"Oh, okay," Todoroki says, blinking. "Sure, I'd be happy to meet for dinner."
The fucking half-and-half bastard is clearly not getting it. Katsuki takes a deep breath, shaking Todoroki's wrist a bit in annoyance.
"I mean as a date," Katsuki states, glaring at Todoroki's head-empty face. "Not just dinner, not just friends hanging out. I wanna take you out for a proper fucking date."
Todoroki blinks. "Oh," he says, sounding thoroughly floored. As Katsuki watches, his cheeks flush with color, glowing pink in the neon street lights.
"I - ah - date," Todoroki stutters. "Right. Yes, Date on Saturday. With you. A date." Todoroki bites his lip, finally gathering himself. "Okay. Good."
"Good," Katsuki repeats, feeling smug. Elated. He finally lets go of Todoroki's wrist. "Alright, off with you. Catch ya later, princess."
"Good night... Katsuki," Todoroki says, that cute little smile back on his face.
Katsuki can't resist. He leans forward to place a quick kiss to Shouto's mouth, to feel the shape of that smile pressed against his own wide grin.
He is still grinning when he drives back out onto the roads.