Runnin' with the devil

Part 3

The dull thud of Shouto's back hitting the wall reverbs off the grubby gray tile of the bar bathroom. He lets out an involuntary "oof", annoyance flaring temporarily.

"Did you lock the door?" he asks.

"I said I got it," Bakugou snaps. "So why are you still whining?"

Shouto recognizes it for the challenge it is. "I'm not whining," he says. "And I don't trust you, that's why."

"Todoroki," Bakugou growls, and Shouto huffs, still indignant, as Bakugou bites his ear a little too hard. "That is... very... fucking hurtful." His fingers skim the hem of Shouto's shirt, dipping to brush the skin right below the waistband of his jeans, and Shouto turns his head so Bakugou won't hear him gasp.

They're both coming off the high of another one of the band's shows, Shouto from watching, Bakugou from playing. It's the first show Shouto had come to see since he met Bakugou a few weeks ago, since they started doing... this. Meeting each other, touching each other... tasting.

Shouto leans his head back too quickly, smacking it painfully against the tile when Bakugou undoes his jeans, taking some of the pressure off Shouto's straining dick. This is definitely happening, they are about to get down to way more than just some sloppy making out in a dirty public restroom, and Shouto considers telling Bakugou that they should go back, to one of their apartments, but—the challenge still sits in the air between them.

He isn't gonna fucking whine.

Plus. It's the only time Bakugou will let Shouto look down on him from up above, like this; when he sinks slowly to his knees, watching Shouto the whole way down, knowing the difference in their vantage points doesn't make a damn difference. Shouto doesn't have anything to compare it to, besides his own fumbling attempts that Bakugou has consistently laughed off (though he has yet to discourage Shouto from trying), but he suspects that Bakugou gives pretty fucking decent head. Once he gets his mouth around Shouto's dick, Shouto is basically putty in his hands.

"Ouch—" he hisses, as Bakugou tugs sharply on a patch of the fine red hair disappearing into Shouto's underwear with his teeth. "Fucker." Bakugou just laughs, and Shouto kicks at him. "Hurry up, everyone's gonna wonder where we went."

"No, they won't," Bakugou says. "They fuckin' know."

Shouto's face burns at that. It's true; there's no way anyone's missed what's going on between them, because Bakugou is embarrassingly obvious about their tendency to rip each other's clothes off at the drop of a hat. He's not affectionate; he's just proprietary, and unconcerned with other people seeing him get gropey in public. Which he does, often.

Right now, he's taking Shouto's demand that he hurry up surprisingly well, given how much he normally enjoys doing the opposite of what is asked of him. Shouto bites his lip to keep from making any noise as Bakugou starts mouthing at him through his underwear, soaking the cotton as he sucks on the tip of Shouto's dick.

It really isn't going to take long, no matter what he does. It had been different; there had just been something different about watching Bakugou on stage, now they've started fooling around. Now that Shouto knows that Bakugou's body feels as good under his hands as it looks under the stage lights. Now that he knows what it means every time Bakugou glances at him from behind the drums.

"Shit—" he exhales, when Bakugou drags his underwear down to mouth at the hot skin of his cock. Teeth graze dangerously along the underside of his shaft, and he shoves a hand into Bakugou's hair like it'll steady his shaky legs.

Bakugou has been on him all night and it's been driving Shouto insane. Standing too close, stealing his drink to "try it" (drain it), pulling Shouto around by the back of his shirt and laughing when Shouto gets irritated. Sitting on a barstool with his legs spread open and tugging Shouto in between them, so that Shouto is all but forced to sit on his thigh. But it's not the incessant touching that really drives him up a wall, it's the way Bakugou seems to just take it for granted that Shouto is with him.