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Midoriya shot Todoroki a look and he waved him off. "Go have fun, I'll meet up with you later." He nodded and bounced off, ready to talk someone else's ear off.



Todoroki leaned against the table next to them and took one of Bakugo's hands in his own, carefully undoing the top of the black nail polish so he didn't mess up his white gloves.



He held Bakugo's hand in his so that he could easily get to the nails. They were yellow and costumey but they didn't seem flimsy and he tilted his head as he looked at them. "Wanna keep these on tonight?" He asked, voice low so they weren't overheard. Then he lifted his gaze to the collar around Bakugo's neck and smirked slightly. "That too?"
 
Bakugo nearly spat out the soda he'd been sipping on to stare at him. "Pervert," he muttered under his breath. Underneath all of that cool suave and submissive sensualities, Todoroki was even more of a kinky bastard than he was sometimes, and that fact alone scared him what his boyfriend was capable of.

Slipping away from this party wasn't going to be easy. Not only was it a night party, but Todoroki was extremely popular among the women so there was no way Bakugo was going to have him alone all night. He could already see Yaoyorozu in the distance trying to work up the courage to approach him, but Bakugo himself was a pretty intimidating barrier for anyone to have to get through.

"This is stupid," he muttered. "What kind of a dumb party doesn't have alcohol?"
 
Todoroki smiled again, it wasn't often that he managed to catch his boyfriend off guard, and it thrilled him a little bit every time he did. Being called a pervert was even worth it. The polish was fast drying but he still leaned down to blow a cool breath over Bakugo's fingers. He needed to back off a little, he was almost too flirty for public, but it was kind of hard when Bakugo looked like that.



He switched hands and hummed thoughtfully at his boyfriends statement. "Kaminari has a flask," he mentioned. "I saw him pass it to Sero. If you ask nicely, maybe he'll share."



Bakugo wouldn't ask nicely, but Kaminari likely wouldn't mind sharing, they seemed to be kind of friends.

He sat the bottle of polish aside with a small pout as he let Bakugo's hand slide free of his. The party was busy, full of people, and the energy high. Sometimes he wondered why he came to events like these, he didn't seem to have the personality for it, but people seemed to like having him around all the same.
 
Maybe he was in a good mood, because any other time he wouldn't have been caught dead in this position, letting Todoroki do his nails. When his boyfriend finished painting them black, he examined them with a wide grin and curled his fingers to show them off. "Just needs a little blood. Who should I tear into, eh?"

As the party went under way, the lights going dim and the music starting, Bakugo got up and scoured the crowd for Kaminari. "Tch. He's been drinking without me?" It seemed the boys of the class had picked up a particular proclivity for alcohol as they got into teenager things. People were hooking up left and right too.

His attention turned to his boyfriend, who he already wanted to ditch this lame party with. "You got any fangs?" he grinned, poking Todoroki's upper lip up to see if he'd gone the whole nine yards with his costume.
 
Me, Todoroki thought, but couldn't say. Instead he just shook his head, as if tired of his boyfriends antics. They looked good, oddly. Under normal circumstances he couldn't imagine Bakugo painting his nails, but the stark black fit him.

College had brought out new sides to all of them. While Todoroki had never particularly felt the desire to get shitfaced, he understood where the others were coming from. They were finally on their own, almost-adults, figuring out who they were. A little freedom went a long way, and they deserved some fun.

He thought the party would be more fun if he could be as open as some of the others were. If he could wrap his wrist around Bakugo's chain and drag him out to dance. A little dirty but just PG-13 enough for no one to have a problem. Maybe their friends wouldn't care, but the same couldn't be said about everyone.

"Hm?" He asked, but let his mouth drop open obediently when Bakugo poked at him. The fangs were wax attached and fit well enough that he didn't have trouble speaking with them, he'd almost forgot they were there.
 
He didn't know why the sight of Todoroki with fangs turned him on as much as it did, but now he was invested, using his thumbs to push Todoroki's upper lip up to admire those convincing replicas. "Shit," he muttered under his breath before his hands fell from his face. "That's fucking hot."

By then, drinks were secretly being passed around, and it looked like a dance had started everywhere. Even Mina bumped her booty into Bakugo while she was having fun, and Momo seemed to be easing her way towards Todoroki after having a few soda cocktails herself. Bakugo raised a brow at her obvious attempt at shooting his boyfriend those looks. Honestly, a part of him found sick pleasure of watching women flirt with his boyfriend only to have Bakugo stuff him with his cock that very same night they were probably masturbating to Todoroki fucking them.

"You know how to dance, snowflake?" he grinned, mostly teasing.
 
Bakugo's comment about the fangs brought out one of Todoroki's rare grins. He hadn't picked his costume with the intention of it being attractive, but after seeing Bakugo in his, he was kind of glad the feeling was mutual.



He seemed completely oblivious to Mimi's flirting, as he did to most girls advances honestly. It was likely he wouldn't believe anyone's attraction to him, unless they were as blunt about it as Bakugo. Not that it would matter anyway, he was spoken for.



"Not well," he admitted as Mina twirled passed him. She pressed a drink to his chest with a wink and he lifted it to his nose for a quick sniff. It was fruit punch, but there was a definite kick to it. He took a sip and glanced up at his boyfriend. "Besides, the way I would dance with you would ... bring questions."
 
"You bet it would," he grinned, giving Todoroki's ass an affectionate smack when the others weren't looking. "Slut."

He didn't know what the hell Mina had put in those drinks but he drank his cup in two full swigs, and hooked his chin over Todoroki's shoulder. "Go dance," he said, but he made it clear what for. "I wanna see those desperate girls try to get their hands on you." He had a feeling Todoroki was smart enough to know what he was getting at.

He wasn't into the whole dancing scene either, but he didn't seem to mind so much when Ochako timidly danced around him like her own awkwardly cute mating ritual.
 
It took everything in him not to lean back against Bakugo when he hooked his chin over his shoulder. His eyebrows rose as he listened to what his boyfriend said, and his free hand found that dangling chain again, giving it another tug. "Find me later," he said, like they wouldn't end up in the same place anyway.



He was awkward at first, the way he almost always was when in groups of people and out of his comfort zone. His first attempt at dancing was in a group with Midoriya and Iida, but a few drinks later and being dragged around by Mina had calmed him down enough that his back wasn't as tense and she'd given him enough pointers that he could actually follow a beat.



By the time Momo got her hands on him, his hair was pushed back by sweat more than gel, his eyes were hazy in a happy buzz, and his hips rolled to the music in a way that he'd only ever rolled them against Bakugo. Alcohol had erased both of their insecurities so that their fronts were pressed close, but above her shoulder Todoroki's eyes searched for his boyfriend, and when he finally found him the smirk on his face said he wasn't thinking about the girl who was grinding on his knee.
 
After he got bored of Ochako doing her weird mating dance around him, Bakugo found a couch that he could sit on while he watched Todoroki dance from afar. He had his attention ensnared, and as he watched Momo grinding on Todoroki, trying to stake her claim on his boyfriend, the blond could only smirk because he knew how much of a slut he was for his cock.

Bakugo manspreaded his legs, getting comfortable enough to tip his head back slightly, his arms hung over the back of the couch. He watched Todoroki like a pimp watched their whore, all with a cocky smirk on his face, that was until Mina got in the way of his perfect view by straddling his hips so suddenly to give him a drunken, impromptu lap dance.

The blond, disgusted and clearly pissed about it, grabbed her by her face and pushed her off to the side, though not too roughly in a way that would gather concern for her. Fuck, he wanted him on his lap, riding his cock that was inevitably stirring in his pants.
 
For once, it didn't cross his mind to be jealous when Mina gave Bakugo attention. She was attractive, and a damn good dancer, but the last month had quieted that insecure part of Todoroki that was afraid Bakugo was more interested in them than him. It was almost amusing when the man pushed her aside.



Bakugo looked damn good spread out like that, rough and masculine and every nerve in Todoroki's body wanted to take his place in his lap. But he also kind of liked the way Bakugo was watching him. The dark, almost possessive look in his eyes was the only reason Todoroki put his hands on Momo's curvy hips, curling into the fabric of her angel dress and pulling it up too high to be appropriate, not that she seemed to mind.



He knew he should look away. The chances of getting aroused like this were too high. But he couldn't.
 
The more Todoroki laid his charms on thick on Momo, the more aroused Bakugo seemed to get, and he didn't know why. He almost wanted to see him fuck her with half a hard-on, but he settled for this, watching the desperate way Yaoyorozu grinded against him in an effort to get lucky.

He helped himself to another cup of spiked punch and subtly palmed his crotch, rubbing where his erection was tenting against his thigh in a noticeable manner. It was dark enough in the party that others couldn't notice, but Bakugo didn't need anyone else to see but Todoroki. But just maybe if everyone got drunk enough that they wouldn't care, then they could let loose a bit. So, he waited until his classmates seemed to be wasted out of their minds, the more bolder ones of their group already finding someone to make out with on the couch.

Kaminari making out with Mina right next to him, and when their feet tapped Bakugo's thigh he shoved them both off with an angry yell, though that didn't seem to stop the two from rolling around on the floor, and then he looked up at Todoroki, his gaze almost seeming to beckon him over.

He wanted to kiss him. Kiss him in front of everyone. Give everyone a damn good reason to be jealous of him.
 
Watching Bakugo led to Todoroki biting his bottom lip, his fangs leaving dimples in the plush skin. He finished the song, never looking away, seeming to understand without words exactly what his boyfriend was saying.



He shot a look around the room. The costume pieces that were starting to trail after their owners, the booze and the low lighting and the music thumping through their veins. Debauchery had followed them all into their college freedom.



He left Momo in the hands of Jiro, not sticking around to watch the way they fell over each other, and ran his gloved hands up through his hair on his way to Bakugo. He flopped into the seat their making-out friends had occupied, sparing them only a glance before looking towards his boyfriend. "Hey."
 
When Todoroki walked over, his eyes never left those hips that he wanted to dig his nails into. He was sure Todoroki had a few more scars all over his body but they hadn't fucked in a few days, maybe even a week, due to their classes and exams. So this was the perfect opportunity to let loose.

Too horny to care about who was watching them, Bakugo pulled Todoroki onto his lap and kissed him, fangs and all, practically growling. "Had fun?" he grinned as he pulled away, his hands reaching back to squeeze his boyfriend's ass. Thankfully Todoroki's cape hid all of that from view but there was no denying the sparks that flew from them as they made out.

It felt... freeing to kiss his boyfriend in public like this. He knew people were staring and that some of their friends weren't that drunk that they couldn't see that the two were kissing each other. But now the fact that they were watching made Bakugo kiss Todoroki even harder to give them a show.

"Your costume has too many damn zippers."
 
He knew better, he really did, but Bakugo's hands on him felt like fire and he fit so damn well in his lap. He tasted like alcohol and punch and whatever he always tasted like that made Todoroki want to lick into his mouth as deep as he could go. There were hands on his ass and his knees were pressed to Bakugo's thighs and they weren't alone they weren't alone they weren't alone.



"Katsu," he murmured, his fangs dragging across Bakugo's bottom lip. "People are looking."



But even as he said it, his hands gripped the back of the couch on either side of Bakugo's head as he rolled his hips forward slowly, the cape draped around them keeping it mostly hidden, but if anyone was paying attention they'd know.
 
"Fuck yeah they are," Bakugo smirked. "Watching you grind on my dick like some whore."

He glanced to the side and saw Midoriya looking at them, completely sober, his drink in his hand as if he was just frozen there in shock. Bakugo grinned widely back at him, all shit-eating and cocky, as he kissed Todoroki with a possessive vigor. If Midoriya even had the slightest crush on Todoroki, it was definitely shattered now.

Slowly, with his hands on Todoroki's ass, he began dry-humping him, rutting his clothed hard-on against his ass as if they were fucking.
 
"Damn," Todoroki murmured, the words and Bakugo's kiss driving him completely insane. The alcohol had loosened him up to much, they were making decisions they would probably regret later. Their close friends might not care but ...



The shameless moan he let out when Bakugo started moving was swallowed by his boyfriends mouth and the music. His grip on the couch tightened as he pressed down, as slow as they were he could almost feel too much, the layers of clothes between them frustrating.



His mouth moved against Bakugo's sloppily, strings of saliva keeping them connected when he pulled back only far enough to switch positions. His face was flushed and his eyes closed and he was a little too lost in Bakugo to be in public like this.
 
Bakugo couldn't get through Todoroki's frustratingly complex costume to reach at his skin and it was driving him crazy. He growled, frustrated by the lack of contact, and the way Todoroki was grinding on him while he couldn't do anything but rut helplessly against his ass. "Fuck, I wanna breed you like a damn animal," he snarled against the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "Rut you like a wolf." Fitting for Halloween, really.

He kissed Todoroki hungrily, the fervor in which he did so pornographic. Mina seemed to have the same idea in mind as she'd come up from making out with Kaminari to teasingly snap a photo of Bakugo and Todoroki kissing. Under all the strobe lights, it was hard to tell who was who, but the shot was extremely erotic.

"Hey-" Bakugo grabbed for her phone. "Delete that, I'll kill you!"

"Relax, Bakugo," Mina giggled. "You guys just looked so cute together I'll send this to Todoroki." Drunken and giggly, she somehow managed to send the shot to Todoroki's phone and then showed Bakugo that it was deleted off her phone.
 
Todoroki had been so distracted by the mental image his boyfriends words brought up that he didn't even notice the flash. Once he realized what was happening his face flushed bright, hidden in the darkness, and he settled back when his phone buzzed in his pocket.



The image was ... really something. Bakugo had taken plenty of lewd photos of him when they'd been together before, but he hadn't had any of them together like this. His throat went a little dry and his cock got a little more interested.



"Cute isn't the word I would use," Kaminari said next to her, coming up with swollen lips and messy hair. "Hot, maybe."



"Ooohhhh, yes!" Mina agreed excitedly. "The vampire and the werewolf! It would make a great BL manga."



If Todoroki was going to pick two people who wouldn't even question him and Bakugo, it would be those two, but Mina's words did nothing to calm the panic that was starting to rise in his chest.



"Have another drink Roki," Kaminari said, handing him his abandoned paper cup. "You look like you're thinking too hard."
 
When he could visibly see Todoroki growing anxious, he grabbed the paper cup and tossed it back at Kaminari's head with a growl. It was a protective growl this time, one that effectively got Kaminari and Mina to back away. "Fuck off, you're making him uncomfortable!" he snarled, his yelling louder than the booming music.

He stood up next, keeping Todoroki's legs locked around him, so he could briskly find their way out of the lounge and away from the party, if only to calm Todoroki down. It was quiet when he set him down in the lounge of the boys' floor, the party still going on on the floor below them.

He wasn't good at being a source of comfort. All he was good at was beating people up and it was a far stretch to say he'd fight for them, either. So, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat, concern flecked on his features but not quite finding their way in words.

"I thought you'd like it," he muttered under his breath. "Us being out."
 
Bakugo had never really carried him, but Todoroki still wrapped his arms around him and pressed his face to his neck. He felt the party disappear more than he saw it. He didn't ask where they were going, but he wasn't surprised when he could smell their room, and when he was sat down, he could feel the music bumping through their floor, but it was quiet enough.



He hadn't realized how anxious he'd gotten until they were alone and it was quiet. His heart was beating too fast and the way he'd been so turned on just moments ago had faded.



He looked up at Bakugo, taking in his own discomfort and the way his brow had furrowed like he'd made a mistake and wasn't sure what to do about it.



Out. Being out. No secrets, no having to pretend like Bakugo didn't mean something to him.



"Can we?" He asked, too softly, so he cleared his throat and dropped his gaze. "Be out, I mean? Do you think it's ... smart?" Safe.
 
That was a loaded question he wasn't ready for but he tried to muster up some seriousness for Todoroki. He had his own doubts and concerns, of course, just like Todoroki had his own issues with coming out fully to his friends and peers.

"Tch... Do what you want, Shoto," he said flippantly. "If anyone messes with you about it, I'll pulverize their face."

He took his boyfriend's face by his chin, forcing it slightly upwards to meet his gaze though they weren't that far apart in height. Give it an inch or two. He pressed at Todoroki's brows in an attempt to flatten the scowl marring his face from looking the way it did. "The hell are you so worried about?"
 
For a moment, Todoroki ground his teeth. He was working up the courage to ask Bakugo to take a moment and be serious, not brush him off. He didn't ask him for it often, and he needed it. But before he had to speak, Bakugo was forcing him to look up. He felt caught between comfort at the touch and wanting anything but to have to look his boyfriend in the eye.



What was he so worried about? They each had a handful of friends, none of which had ever outwardly said anything against relationships like theirs. And Bakugo had a point. Most people were afraid to even say 'good morning' to him, much less something worse. Todoroki wasn't as brash, but he wasn't small, or known for taking shit.



Society wasn't ... exactly accepting, but - "it could effect our careers," he mentioned. Because Bakugo had always worked so hard. It was probably the only thing he'd admit to caring about.
 
Bakugo slouched his shoulders forward when Todoroki brought up a good point. If they looked beyond this moment and if he and Todoroki even lasted that long that they became heroes together, them being openly gay would surely raise some controversy in a very conservative society.

Maybe that was why he'd been fighting so hard against it, too, because he thought being gay was more of a burden than anything. Todoroki had taught him that it was... okay to feel this way, but to hear that from Todoroki himself had Bakugo rethinking everything.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "Who cares who I like fucking if I can beat up more villains than any of them can?"

"Who's gonna have a problem with it if I can just beat them up?"
 
Todoroki looked at Bakugo again, searching his face for any sign that he was regretting what they'd done, or bringing this conversation up, but he didn't find it. He didn't look sure either, really, but he didn't look ready to run.

He was right, in a way. The media would talk, but Katsuki Bakugo was on his way to be one of the top heros. They could speculate about his personal life all they wanted to, but Bakugo could easily turn it around to 'what's it matter when I'm keeping you safe.' It wouldn't be fun, but it'd be possible.


It felt weird to be having a serious conversation buzzed and dressed like they were. He ran one of his hands up Bakugo's neck and into his hair. It was always softer than it looked. He took a step closer, bumping his nose against the other mans. "What about ... your parents?"

He didn't say 'what about mine?' and maybe that was where the anxiety was really coming from.

What about Endeavor.
 
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