Todoroki realises he can be a difficult person to understand. However, he's actually pretty simplistic - like an on and off switch. He's either completely against or completely for. (With the added extra of his aloof side that makes him completely oblivious and non-committal.)

For example, when he completely rejected his fire side, or when he ate soba almost everyday at UA, or how finds someone either irrelevant or a close friend.

Or maybe he's just coming up with excuses for the fact he's suddenly, painfully horny right now...

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A loud screech echoed across the agencies changing room as they slammed onto the wooden bench.
The blonde's eyes widened at the impact, quickly slipping back into his trademark scowl once he'd balanced underneath Shouto.
He opened his mouth - probably to hiss yet another rude remark - but Todoroki didn't let him, dipping back in to bite and suck at his lower lip.
It wasn't long before Bakugou shoved his tongue down the other's throat, jaw straining and bobbing to forcefully kiss back. Shouto could barely breathe, lungs burning as he gasped between the clashes of their lips and teeth.
The blonde fought to control the situation, threading his hands into red and white hair, planting his feet firmly on the ground to gain the strength to yank Shouto back.

"What the fuck is up with you?" He hissed, twisting his head away as Shouto blindly moved in for another disorientating kiss - not listening.

He wanted to kiss Katsuki's neck.
He wanted to touch him.
He wanted to return all the things the others did to him.
But how?
How is he supposed to just... do that?

"Oi! Are you even listening to me?" Bakugou growled, eye twitching in irritation - his attitude didn't hide the growing blush taking up the entirety of the his face.
It seemed Todoroki was showing all the things he was thinking about clear on his face.
"Hm." He hummed distantly, trailing his eyes down the other's tensed neck to his chest, observing the way the black and orange hero suit stuck tightly to skin.

"I want to touch you." He spoke the statement calmly and evenly - so he wasn't sure why Bakugou was shouting at him like he'd just set the toaster on fire.
"What?! Just fucking touch me then, idiot!" Bakugou snapped, raising himself onto his elbows.
Todoroki's eyebrows furrowed.
"How?" He pushed, glaring with purpose.
"What do you mean how?! Just move your shitty fingers!" Yelling, Bakugou attempted to shove Shouto to the floor - aggressively fidgeting.
He quickly sat up, avoiding Bakugou's intentions by moving himself onto the other's stomach.
"I don't really have much experience in touching others, Bakugou." He clarified, sternly - trapping the blonde beneath him.

The thrashing stopped.
The irritation faded into something softer.
"Tch. It's not that hard."
Before Todoroki could complain, one of his hands were snatched and placed onto a firm chest.
Bakugou's chest.
"Just do whatever you want - I'll kick your ass if I don't like it."
Those words seemed to satisfy him.

Cautiously, he brushed his fingers against the thick material. Honestly, he'd never really realised just how large the other's pecs were. The bright orange cross really defined the muscle there.
It was strangely... attractive?

Experimentally, he rubbed his thumb where he assumed the other's nipple would be. A small groan left Katsuki's mouth, and by the way a scowl followed shortly after, he could assume Bakugou wasn't supposed to let that slip.

"Take this off." Todoroki decided, beginning to yank at the fabric straps, only to be slapped off.
"Demanding brat - get yours off too."
Todoroki couldn't detach his suit into top and bottom like Katsuki's so instead he hurriedly unzipped it and let it pool low around hips. His dick strained painfully in his boxers so he pushed the fabric down, letting his hard cock rest on the blonde's torso - precum already dripping out.

The blonde slumped back down onto the bench once the top half of his suit was off. The mounds jiggled at the impact.

Jiggled.

Todoroki stared.

How had he not noticed this before?

"You have breasts."
Bakugou spluttered in reply.
"The fuck- they're pecs you dumbass!"
"I like your breasts." He stated.
"I said there not fucking-!"
Bakugou shifted underneath him, grabbing at his hips to shove him off.
Immediately, Shouto slid further up the other's chest - almost winding him with the extra weight on his ribs.

His dick fell rather snugly between the two chunks of Katsuki's pecs. They weren't big enough to completely cover it but...
"What are you doing, bastard?" The blonde gave up on being difficult, instead watching the scene unfold with hesitant curiosity.
Shouto ignored the others tone, using his thumb and ring finger to push the muscles together - wrapping a good portion of his dick.

Huh.

Testing - he rolled his hips, hissing at the friction. The pressure of the muscles and his palm against his dick felt way too good.
"You- seriously - my fucking..." Bakugou trailed off, eyes glued on the way Todoroki tried to roll his hips - muscles clenching deliciously.

"Hah..." Todoroki panted quietly, he'd felt so horny earlier - it felt so good to finally get some relief.
"Fuck... Relax your back." Shaky, hot hands gripped his thighs, giving him more stability.
His hips stuttered at the low, heated tone - but he let he his back muscles become loose, everything quickly felt much smoother.

Before, in sexual activities he didn't really do much action himself, usually being guided by the others. This was new.
But it felt good.
Really good.
Kind of... empowering?

Especially with the way Katsuki was staring at him like he was an oasis in a desert. Crimson eyes faded into a darker, wine coloured red - hooded and transfixed.

He wanted to help Katsuki out too.

He arched his back, keeping his legs in place but rolling back his shoulders, sitting further back on his hips. The action stretched his torso, defining his slim figure.

With the new position he could reach back and use his other hand to push away material - wrapping around the other's length.
"Shit-" Katsuki choked out, hips suddenly jolting at the touch. The blonde seemed weirdly  more sensitive than usual. His eyes were wide and unblinking - completely taken back. A bright flush stained his cheeks and neck, beginning to creep down to his chest.

"Ngh..." Shouto bit his lip, tipping his head back as his hips continues roll back and forth. They'd locked the changing room doors - though that didn't mean someone couldn't hear them.

"Fucking hell, you're gorgeous."
The hands at his thighs slipped up, thumbs circling the soft skin in the dip of his pelvis. The action almost made Todoroki cum right there and then - he desperately started jerking his hips faster, whining quietly.

"Shit - so fucking pretty." Bakugou mumbled, almost like he was saying it unconsciously. He glared into Shouto's form like he was mind controlled - not able to focus on anything but Shouto. The hands slipped up to his waist clenching and unclenching with every roll of his hips. He groaned quietly, close to the edge too quickly.

"Close..." Todoroki whispered, focused on the the building pleasure.
Bakugou seemed to snap out of his daze quickly thinking ahead-
"Wait Shouto- your gonna-"

Shouto only realised what he did after the tingles of his orgasm faded.
He looked down to see strips of cum decorating blonde's face, some dripping down his neck and a few droplets over his collar bone and chest.

Katsuki glared up at him with one eye, the other clenched shut to avoid the trail of Shouto's release. An embarrassed flush took up his entire face, neck and chest - which was heaving.
Katsuki looked like he had murder on his mind. Silently fuming - the man wiped over his left eye.

He noted Bakugou was less intimidating with his cum on him.

Dangerously beautiful.

Katsuki didn't seem to think so though - features forming into clear irritation. He glared up at Shouto, skin red and wet.

"You're fucking dead when we get home."