"Stupid Deku." Bakugou muttered with his usual angry tone, his face covered in sweat. "D-Don't lick my chest. I forbid you."
"I-I'm sorry Kacchan, b-but your sweat and skin tastes so good. I love the way you smell d-during this."
"Do-don't say another man tastes good. That's gross."
"Hmm, Kacchan." Deku's murmured, his face sweaty, his checks red. "It feels so good inside you."
"Shut up." He barked angry, but, in doing so, he locked his legs around the other hips. "Shutupshutupshutup. You are gross Deku. Panting and moaning as you thrusts into another man."
Deku knows the other actions and words don't mach. He pants and moans as Deku thrusts inside of him too, spreading his legs for him. Allowing him control.
Bakugou knows that too, but he could never admit it to himself. The day he did, the balance of his relationship with Deku would change forever.
"I'm sorry Kacchan." Deku cried. "I want to come inside of you Kacchan."
Kacchan face suddenly became red, as he looked away. "You are going to do it anyway, just like last time. And the time before that. Stupid Deku-"
His rant was interrupted as Deku's lips pressing against his, "Hmmm—sfufid defu-" Bakogou tried to protest, but the other just used this to slip his tongue inside of him.
"Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan." The green haired boy repeated like mantra, as he trusted inside the other, triggering Bakogou's orgasm in the process.
Deku fell on the top of Bakogou, the boy holding him.
"Stupid Deku." He murmured, trying to not look at the boys in his arms. "I hope you are ready to take responsibility for this."
"Yes, Kacchan." Deku answering, as he rested his head on the other chest, feeling the afterglow of their sex. "I will." He smiled