Fancy parties like this were not his thing.

Bakugou knew logically that he had to go to these things once in a while, but that didn't make him like them any more. Okay, so the food was great, and he got to dress up and get fawned over - big fucking deal. He knew they were good for his career or whatever, since those who attended got to rub shoulders with people they didn't normally see - businessmen, politicians, that sort of thing.

But God, they were such a drag. Everyone was gossiping, catching up, oh did you hear about who Mt. Lady's fucking now, you'll never believe it, etc. etc. And Bakugou just did not care.

He would have left an hour ago except Shouto was deep in conversation with someone Bakugou thought was probably an advertising exec. They'd planned to go home together afterwards; it would save taxi money. Besides, even if he did want to leave early, he'd still want to at least let Shouto know. It was the polite thing to do.

He didn't know when he'd gotten so fucking soft; the old Bakugou would have been gone an hour ago.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Shouto leave the man he was talking to and make his way over. "Katsuki," he said, a faint smile on his face. Bakugou saw him as so much more expressive now, although it wasn't really that Shouto had changed - he'd just gotten better at reading those understated expressions. Before they'd begun dating, he wouldn't have even noticed that smile, it was so subtle.

"Shouto. When the fuck are we getting out of this place?"

"Give me twenty more minutes."

Bakugou groaned.

"That's the CEO of Lasotron I'm talking to," Shouto said. "He says he might want me to do some kind of advertising deal."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, if I'm still talking to him in twenty minutes, just head back on your own, okay?"

"I can fucking head back on my own now if you're going to be like that!"

"You can," Shouto said. He didn't seem quite as put out by the idea as Bakugou had hoped. "Katsuki, look, I'm just as eager to get home as you are. I can't wait to fuck you."

Bakugou paused, not entirely sure he'd heard the last sentence right. "What?"

"I said, I can't wait to fuck you." Shouto's face was blank in a way that Bakugou knew was intentional. To everyone around them, they might as well be discussing the weather. "I've been thinking about it all evening. That suit makes you look…"

He paused and signaled to a uniformed man carrying a tray of champagne glasses. The man stopped in front of him and held out the tray. "Thank you," Shouto said, taking two and handing one to Bakugou. He held Bakugou's eyes as he lowered his mouth to the rim of the glass and took a sip. Then he licked his lips. Bakugou stared.

"You know exactly what you're doing, you little…"

"Did I ever say I didn't? I'm just being honest." Bakugou thought he heard the faintest laugh in his voice, though his face was as impassive as before. "I've decided want you on all fours on the bed. I can't stop thinking about how good you'd look like that. And perhaps…" His eyes flicked slightly lower, to focus on Bakugou's tie for just a fraction of a second. "A blindfold?"

"You-"

"Twenty minutes," Shouto said, draining his champagne. "Hang in there."

He turned and walked away, leaving Bakugou seething.

These kinds of parties were the worst.