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“You’ve been running your mouth a lot recently, Bakugou.” Todoroki tightened his grip against the soft blond locks in his fist. He reached over, tracing the smooth black leather digging in Bakugou’s cheek. A quiet sound reached his ears.
“Didn’t anyone teach you to control your temper?.” Todoroki asked him.
Bakugou was sitting on the ground between Todoroki’s parted legs. Naked and sweaty, his body was trembling, his hips twitching with aborted thrusts against nothing but air. His cock was throbbing and aching between his thighs, soaking itself in precum, already an angry shade of red. A low moan directed Todoroki’s attention to Bakugou’s face, to his blushing cheeks and opened mouth. Bakugou’s lips were stretched white around a red ball gag, laying between his teeth and perfectly complimenting the blush covering his body. His eyes were closed tight, breathing fast through the need of wanting to come.
“Is this the only way to make you listen?” Todoroki contemplated. He scooted over, closer to the edge of the bed. “It’s such a shame you can’t use your mouth for better things.”
Todoroki thrust his cock against the corner of Bakugou’s mouth over the ball gag and smeared a drop of precum on his cheek. His own groan echoed the one coming from Bakugou. He tried chasing after his cock, a desperate moan leaving his lips when it only bumped against the ball in his mouth. Bakugou looked up at Todork. His eyebrows were bunched up together, most probably cursing him internally.
A drop of salvia slipped from his open mouth and down his chin when Bakugou tried to protest against the gag. His words came out muffled and incomprehensible which pulled a smile to Todoroki’s face.
“What was that again, sweetheart?” Todoroki knew the nickname would pull on Bakugou’s nerves. He laughed at the angry expression faced towards him.
Another drop of saliva slid down Bakugou’s chin. Watching closely Todoroki leaned closer to the angry man and licked up his chin and over to Bakugou’s obscenely stretched lips, placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. He pulled away for a second, focusing on Bakugo’s heated gaze. Todoroki smirked. He extended his tongue, mimicking a distorted kiss, and tasted the silicone texture of the ball gag. He pulled back after a second, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
“You drool so much.” Todoroki stated. “I wonder if I can use it as a lube?”
He yanked Bakugou up on the bed, pushing him to lay on his back. A surprised squeak left Bakugo’s mouth unable to stop himself at the sudden movement. Before he knew it he felt the warm mouth of Todorki covering his nipple, pulling it with his teeth and licking at it. Todorki’s other hand moved to pinch and tug on the neglected nipple. He couldn’t stop the loud needy sounds that left him. His back was arching against Todooki, moving closer to his touch. A deep groan tore away from his throat. Todoroki was cooling down his fingers, thumb sliding against his tortured nipple, further irritating his senses.
Bakugou felt Todorki’s hand on his chin. He opened his eyes to see him whipping away the gathered spit there. Bakugou followed him with his eyes. Wet, cold fingers slid over his abused nipple, covering them in Bakugo’s own spit. He tried to shift away, whimpering in protest when Todoroki leaned down, licking at his spit-covered nipple and mixing their saliva together. Todoroki switched over the neglected nipple, further covering Bakugou in their drool. A tortured moan slipped freely at the sight.
Bakugou released the hard grip he had on the sheet and reached over quickly for the ball gag around his face. He couldn’t take this anymore. Pulling on the straps, he blindly tried to unfasten the buckle behind his head. Before he could manage, Todoroki pulled at his hands and pushed them above his head. Bakugou felt the cold crystals forming around his wrists and as he glanced up he saw that his hands were secured to the bed frame. He tested the strength of the ice, but it didn’t budge.
“Now what’s up with that reaction?” Todoroki’s voice pulled his attention away from his frozen wrists.
Bakugou turned his face trying to hide it with his forearm. He took a few deep breaths in hope of calming himself down. His whole body was on fire tethering closely to the edge. With the ball gag, he couldn’t stop the embarrassing sound coming out of him let alone swallow. A shiver ran up his spine and he whimpered uselessly when Todoroki only continued to stare at him.
After a few more agonizing seconds, Todookri moved. He traced Bakugou’s body with his hands, sliding them over his ribs and abs, down his hip bones, and finally over his cock. His cold hand was a high contrast to Bakugou’s overheated body and it made him buck up in Todoroki’s touch.
“Hmm … You look ready to cum. How greedy!” Todoroki tightened his grip around the base of his cock and Bakugou choked on his moans.
“I want to kiss you.” Todoroki placed a couple of kisses on his cheeks, bit at his jawline. He licked the leather strap, following it to where it was digging in at the corner of Bakugou’s mouth. Todoroki traced the smooth surface of the ball with his tongue. His own spit was mixing with Bakugou’s over the ball, making his mouth overflow and Bakugou could feel it dripping down his chin and over the side of his cheeks. High needy sounds coming out of him unstopped.
He bucked up against Todoroki, sliding his wet cock against Todoroki’s own leaking erection. Both of them groaned at the sensation. A desperate whimper tumbled out around the ball gag. Bakugou’s eyes were fixed on Todoroki’s face. His eyes closed in a pleasurable sensation, mouth hanging open and letting out soft moans. Bakugo couldn’t turn away his face, he pulled on his hand uselessly, couldn’t move without sliding his body against Todoroki. His chest tightened and a shiver took over his body, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again and immediately fixing in on the drop of spit escaping Todoroki’s mouth. Todoroki, who was usually composed during sex, always in control, not even a strand of hair out of place. His face was so close to Bakugo. That drop slid down his chin and fell over the gag in his mouth. At that Bakugo let out a high moan coming only from the slide of Todoroki’s cock against his.
“Really?” Todoroki looked incredulous. He let Bakugou take a few calming breaths, still twitching and throbbing. He reached up and untied the gag slowly pulling it out of Bakugo’s mouth. He slid his fingers against Bakugo’s jaw and released cold air to help soothe his aching jaw.
“Basterd.” Bakugo finally replied.” Now fuck me.”