Todoroki's never been this sexually active in his life.

"OI FUCK FACE GET ON YOUR SIDE OF THE ROAD!" Bakugou yelled, leaning out of the open car window, politely sticking a middle finger up.
Todoroki sighed, Bakugou had the worst road rage. Him and the blonde were coming back from a press conference out of the city. A big case they'd been assisting on had finally come to a successful end. He hoped their ranks were going to rise a lot.

Todoroki glanced over at Bakugou. He was now reclined in his seat, cooling off from his outburst. He wore a burgundy button up shirt, a couple buttons undone, some how gotten away with not wearing a tie. It was matched with black suit pants and a matching black belt. One hand clenched on the wheel while the other rested on the gear stick.

"Take the next left."
"You take the next left, fucking prick." Bakugou snapped, turning the wheel. The blonde did not have a good relationship with the Sat Nav. Kirishima somehow managed to set it to an Australian accent before they left and neither of them could figure out how to turn it back. Ever since Todoroki mentioned the voice was kind of soothing Bakugou has been at its throat.
He leant the side of his head on the window, it was 11pm. He wished they'd have conferences closer to where he lives, they always run late and with added travel time he'd never be able to get home till early morning.

...

He was bored.
And kind of horny
Since the night on the sofa, he feels suddenly all of the libido he's been suppressing has all built up.
Todoroki thought for a moment.
Was this really the time?

Fuck it.

Slowly, he placed his hand on Bakugou's thigh.
"The fuck do you want?" Bakugou sent a confused look over at him, not moving the hand though.
Todoroki bit his lip.
Experimentally, he started kneading at the hard muscle there. It tensed at his movement.
"Oi, what are you..." Bakugou trailed off as Todoroki started moving his hand further up, remembering how Kirishima manhandled his own thigh. He pressed his fingertips into the inner thigh, flexing them out then clawing them back in to grab a chunk of muscle. Just as he started to reach the top of the blondes thigh, a hand clamped around his wrist.

"I'm driving."
It was a statement. He wasn't telling Todoroki to stop, he wasn't telling Todoroki to carry on either.
"Can't handle it?" He knew exactly what he was doing when he started to pull his hand away. The grip on his wrist tightened, keeping him from pulling back.
"Didn't fucking say that." Bakugou growled, snapping his head back to the road. Carefully,Todoroki resumed the touching, brushing his fingertips in between the blondes legs. He watched the way Bakugou's jaw clenched, hand still loosely wrapped around his own wrist. He wasn't particularly experienced with touching others, so this was new to him. Still being cautious, he cupped Bakugou's crotch, using the heel of his hand to apply pressure. He repeated this movement, feeling the area harden over time.
"At the next roundabout take th-" The Australian man was cut off by Bakugou, releasing Todoroki's wrist to mute it. While the blonde was distracted, he messily unbuckled the belt, popping open a button and tugging the zip downwards.
"Shit..." Bakugou hissed as Todoroki yanked out his hardness out of the confines of his boxers. Knuckles white at the steering wheel as the dual haired started rubbing his head. He was weirdly fascinated by it.

"Stop f-fucking staring at it." Bakugou stuttered, trying his best to focus on the road. Todoroki noticed the way he spread open his thighs to make more room for Todoroki's hand.
"What's the problem with staring?" Todoroki voiced his thoughts.
"You look like you're gonna - shit - eat it." Bakugou's cheeks were flushed red, his jaw tightly clenched so he didn't make a sound.
Eat it?
His mind flashed back to Kirishima's little stunt under his desk.
He took his hand off Bakugou to unbuckle his seat belt.
"What-" Bakugou almost choked at the way Todoroki raked his fringe back, face illuminated by the passing streetlights.

Without warning, Todoroki leant down, taking Bakugou's dick into his mouth.
The car swerved.
"Fuck - shit! Fucking hell, Shouto." Todoroki tried to ignore the amazing way his name sounded in Bakugou's mouth and focused on trying to give the blonde the best head in his life. He tried to remember what Kirishima did, sucking his cheeks hollow, and using his tongue. He wanted to get Bakugou to moan.
Maybe he was getting a little ahead of himself, he choked, not experienced in controlling his gag reflex. He was definitely not doing it right - everything felt clumsy, inexperienced - he hoped he could cover that with determination.

A hand threaded into his hair, forming a fist.
"Stop going so - nghh - fast..." Bakugou was trying to control the speed but Todoroki was having none of it - fighting against his grip. He also noted he was enjoying the painful pull of his hair.
Hair tugging kink? That's new.
Bakugou was breathing heavily, hips starting to jerk up. He tried to close his thighs but Todoroki was quicker, pinning one to the car door. In his vigour he accidentally nicked his teeth against the head. Todoroki's blood ran cold. Had he just ruined it?

Bakugou's whole body jolted like it had been electrocuted.
"Fuck! - Ah - stop, I'm cumming!"
He... liked it?
Todoroki loved the way Bakugou moaned that out in his low voice, breathy and desperate with pleasure. He didn't let the blonde tug his head away - stubbornly carrying on.
"Idiot - I said I'm -"
Suddenly, there was liquid in his mouth, Bakugou bucking up with it - letting out sounds Todoroki wished he could record. He carried on sucking the whole way through it - the blonde overwhelmed - moaning uncontrollably. Bakugou definitely ripped out a few white and red hairs.
The taste was disgusting but Todoroki tried his best to swallow. The viscosity and taste was worse than he was expecting. He felt like he needed to throw up.
How did Kirishima do it so casually?

Not helping the sudden nausea, Bakugou swerved the car, slamming the brake pedal and almost loosing Todoroki out of he front windscreen. Before he could start complaining, he was shoved up against the passenger car door. Back pressed firmly into the plastic while his one of his legs stretched onto Bakugou's seat.
In between his legs Bakugou had one knee and foot on his own seat, the other foot down with Todoroki's by the pedals. His two hands both on Todoroki's seat - head just above his crotch. Bakugou glared up at the dual haired, red cheeks matching his red eyes.
"Think you can just do that and get away with it?"  The blonde spat, unbuttoning Todoroki's trousers. He was still too distracted to answer Bakugou, focused on the hands at his trousers. In no time, his trousers and boxers were shoved down to mid-thigh and Bakugou's mouth was around him.

He leant the back of his head on the window, eyebrows furrowed. Moaning pathetically, he gripped blonde hair with one hand and the other slammed on the dash for some sort of mental support. He flicked his gaze down at Bakugou, sucking his dick like it was the end of the world.

What the fuck had he gotten himself into.