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Cool metal bumped against the inside of his thigh, making him curse and kick his leg out. His body was feverish, skin slick and flushed as he panted. No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room, whether he panted raggedly or dragged in deep breaths. His back stuck to the sheets, body burning pleasantly as his head felt floaty. Even so, he mustered some annoyance as he chanced a glance down to the boy between his thighs. “Take them off.” His voice was a bare murmur, fingers bumbling as he tried to grab the wire rimmed glasses.
The fingers that were mindlessly drifting up and down the outside of his thigh turned biting, raking red lines down his skin as he smacked his weak hand away. “No.” He offered no room for argument as he leaned back between his thighs. They were bumped from the bridge of his nose and pushed close again, tongue pressing against Bakugou’s rim and stealing all the air from his lungs. Bolts of pleasure shot through his body, his legs falling farther apart before he could stop himself. He was momentarily distracted from his annoyance as his tongue traced around his rim. It pressed inside him without warning, a moan torn from his chest as he arched his back from their bed. Todoroki had been at it for what felt like hours, his cock was aching against his stomach, heat spearing through him each time his tongue pressed inside him. Each time his teeth skimmed over his skin, or he pressed a humiliatingly loud, sucking kiss to his rim. He was merciless. Working him apart with his lips and tongue until he barely had the energy to fight the grip on his hip. Barely had the energy to still be annoyed with the fact that his lover was wearing his fucking glasses while rimming him like his life depended on it. Todoroki pulled back again, glasses falling back in front of his eyes as Bakugou gave a pathetic whine. He was ignored as a cool hand wrapped around his cock.
A ragged shout left his lips before he could sink his teeth into his lip and muffle it. He forced himself to look away from the smirking boy between his legs as he panted pathetically. Todoroki was barely even touching him, grip loose and thumb teasing as it ghosted over the head. Even so his muscles were jumping, moans and whines dropping from his flushed and bitten lips. His gaze traveled back down to Todoroki, catching that same attentive look. His eyes seemed to be everywhere, so clear and intense that it made his skin crawl. It was embarrassing, being spread open, completely naked and at his mercy. It was embarrassing to writhe and beg as his tongue flicked against him, or spearing inside of him. All while he was completely clothed, eyes clear and sure as they traced over his body. “Fucking take them off.” He said, barely any venom behind the words as he reached down again. Before he could attempt to get his hands on them, Todorki’s grip tightened, giving him one firm stroke. Overwhelmed tears sprung to his eyes as he ducked back down again, pressing his tongue back inside him.
He licked deep inside, thumb rubbing under the head of his cock on each stroke. The muscles in his stomach jumped, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around his shoulders. The coil of his orgasm felt like it was burning deep inside him, tightening between his hips as his hands gripped onto the sheets. Todoroki let go of his cock. He leaned away after laving his tongue over his entrance once more. He was right there. Right at the edge of his orgasm, body twitching and pulled taut, unable to be pushed over. It had been like this for what felt like hours. “No. If I take them off, it’ll be hard to see you.” Saliva was coating his lips and chin, pulling into a smirk at Bakugou’s soft whine. His mouth nudged against the inside of his thigh, tongue flicking against him once before he bit him. A harsh groan rattled in his chest as his leg kicked out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a dull pain radiated through him. “If I’m gonna make you come, I’m gonna see it in perfect detail.” His tongue pressed against the bruise he left behind.
Finally, he gave up, going boneless yet again as Todoroki’s thumb shifted to press into the bruise. Another weak whimper was jolted from him, the dull pain giving an edge to the pleasure, making another smear of pre-come appear across his stomach. “Good boy.”