[ Bakugou's head is still buzzing from those words.
Holy shit. holy fucking shit.
Deku probably doesn't even realize what he said. It all came out in a tired flurry of emotions that seemed to culminate in relief. But those words... they were a part of it.
Does he really mean it? Is it just an expression? It has to be, right? But even then, what the fuck?
He's trying to kiss back as best as he can because he wants to be kissing back, but his brain keeps stalling. He doesn't think he's ever been this stunned in his life. Well... since the last time he was stunned, which was about a week ago in the fruit aisle at the grocery store.
Yeah, Deku seems to be in the habit of doing this to him.
But then- Deku moans. He moans against his lips, pressing in closer and really, what the fuck is he supposed to do? He's never done anything like this before, not even remotely and jesus fuck, he's touch starved, because the moaning, the pressing in closer, it does him in.
Bakugou moves his hands into Deku's hair and then he kisses back for real this time. He kisses back hard, and deep and needy as hell.
He wants this, Deku. He definitely wants this.
It only vaguely occurs to him that they're in Deku's childhood home, with his mother right upstairs. None of that matters right now as he lets go of all his damn control, his hands heating up against Deku's scalp.]
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Holy shit. holy fucking shit.
Deku probably doesn't even realize what he said. It all came out in a tired flurry of emotions that seemed to culminate in relief. But those words... they were a part of it.
Does he really mean it? Is it just an expression? It has to be, right? But even then, what the fuck?
He's trying to kiss back as best as he can because he wants to be kissing back, but his brain keeps stalling. He doesn't think he's ever been this stunned in his life. Well... since the last time he was stunned, which was about a week ago in the fruit aisle at the grocery store.
Yeah, Deku seems to be in the habit of doing this to him.
But then- Deku moans. He moans against his lips, pressing in closer and really, what the fuck is he supposed to do? He's never done anything like this before, not even remotely and jesus fuck, he's touch starved, because the moaning, the pressing in closer, it does him in.
Bakugou moves his hands into Deku's hair and then he kisses back for real this time. He kisses back hard, and deep and needy as hell.
He wants this, Deku. He definitely wants this.
It only vaguely occurs to him that they're in Deku's childhood home, with his mother right upstairs. None of that matters right now as he lets go of all his damn control, his hands heating up against Deku's scalp.]