Maybe Todoroki's hesitance was more obvious than he thought, as the other's collectively decided to end it there that day.

"Well Todoroki-san, it looks like we can take off your sling. If you start experiencing pain now that you can move your shoulder more - please get back in contact with us!"

Todoroki sighed. The sling has been such a nuisance, every time he tried to take it off at home the others would scold him. At least he'd finally be able to get back to proper hero work now too.

Whilst off the field, his father had given him mountains of paperwork to keep him busy. He couldn't even finish it all in his dedicated work hours - having to work overtime to meet the deadline.

He just wanted to go home.

Especially now his sling was off.

But no. He forgot that his father is a cockblocking piece of shit.

...

It was late.

Far too late to still be at the agency.

The corridors were dark and empty, completely silent except for the sounds of Todoroki's rhythmic footsteps.

In a way, he preferred it like this - no scrambling interns - no earsplitting phone chimes - no hustle and bustle of people rushing back and forth.

Even though he liked the quiet, it wasn't quite the same.

Todoroki paused at the doorway to his fathers office.

The keypad had smudges on, yet the cleaner should have been and gone through here already.

Quietly, Shouto placed the last of his paperwork on a counter by the door - activating his quirk at his right arm.

He was thankful for the silence as he tapped out the passcode, opening the door in the quietest way possible.

There was someone at the desk.

He shut the door even quieter behind him. It definitely couldn't be his father, the figure didn't have the same body shape.

Endeavour's office was unnecessarily large, ginormous windows taking up the entirety of one wall. The only light came from the neighbouring skyscrapers and moonlight. He kept to the shadows, stepping carefully closer - assessing the other. They hadn't noticed him yet - it looked like they were on their phone - the screen set too dim to see their face.

He froze.

The other shifted in the chair, turning it to face further away from him and slamming their feet up on the wooden surface.

Convenient.

He used their shuffling to get right behind them without being heard, not missing any opportunity to stay invisible.

Strike.

"What the FUCK?!"

Oh.

Todoroki let go of Bakugou's throat.

"Sorry. I thought you were an intruder." Todoroki commented, wincing as Bakugou bent over to cough.

"When the hell did you get in here - how did you even know- I didn't-" Bakugou stuttered as he shouted, holding his throat and looking a little more startled than Todoroki was expecting.

"I apologise for scaring you."

"You didn't- fuck you!" Bakugou yelled, standing up to shove him away. Yet before he could, Todoroki caught his wrists - pushing him back down into the desk chair and towering over him.

He wasn't going to make the same mistake.

"What did we do yesterday at 3:14pm?"

Bakugou just looked at him incredulously - struggling against his hold.

"The fuck? They give you even more drugs at your check-up?"

Good enough.

He loosened his grip, surprised the other didn't shove him off immediately.

"Just checking you were you."

Bakugou growled, slightly breathless,

"Fucking psycho..." He paused, "Your arm's better then."

Shouto flexed his grip, flinching when he realised they were still over Bakugou's wrists.

"It got better ages ag-"

Todoroki's ass hit against his fathers desk as Bakugou shoved him against it - pressing their hips together. He stumbled a bit, gripping one hand on the wood whilst the other tangled up in Bakugou's thin top - who was occupying himself with Todoroki's mouth.

"What- we're - Not here..." Todoroki emphasised between kisses, out of breath. In response, Bakugou grabbed both his thighs, lifting him up to drop him right on top of the desk. He couldn't believe what was happening. At work? On his fathers desk? He hated how he gained a weird satisfaction from that...

"I couldn't give a shit even if he walked in right now - I'd love to see his face as I pound into that tight fucking ass." Bakugou left his lips to hiss that eloquent statement before sucking at his neck. He gripped at blonde hair, breathing quickly. He'd never heard Bakugou talk so dirty before - it sounded so natural rolling off his tongue though.

"You want to..." Todoroki panted, gripping at the blondes shoulders and clenching thighs around his slim waist.

"I'm fucking you. Now. You got a problem with that?"

The blonde's voice reverberated up his neck causing a full body shiver. Although the statement held a lot of authority, Bakugou still stopped sucking at his neck - choosing rub his thumbs along Todoroki's inner thighs instead.

His mind was fuzzy - barely think able to think - he just felt so hot. He couldn't not carry on.

Todoroki shook his head - rationality thrown out of the window.

He let out a gasp as Bakugou rocked their hips together.

That feeling again.

He wanted more.

"Verbal, Todoroki."

"No...No problem..." Todoroki whispered as he watched Bakugou's throat - Adam's apple bobbing as the blonde swallowed.

"Don't get too tired - shitty hair's gonna pounce on you the moment we get home." Bakugou added, busy ripping off his trousers.

"Why?" He slurred, subtly pinching his hip - he needed to stay focused.

"You wanna have a fucking evening chat, Halfy?" Bakugou snapped, pushing him down onto his fathers desk. Just like the room, the desk was also unnecessarily large, he could rest his whole back and head along the width.

Bakugou had quickly gotten the both of them half naked, deciding to leave Todoroki's white work shirt unbuttoned. It flared out against the desk, showing off his toned upper body. Crimson eyes drilled into every inch - glowing ominously in the dark. It looked like he was holding himself back from something.

"Fuck..." Bakugou spoke quietly under his breath, choosing to run his hand all the way from the top of Todoroki's neck down to his v-line and dip in between his thighs.

He took a shaky breath in at the touch.

Bakugou reluctantly took his time fingering him open - gaze locked onto his body, flicking up to his face where he was biting his lip. Todoroki stared back, entranced by the shadows and curves of Bakugou against the light from the the windows.

Bakugou was purposefully missing that spot.

Todoroki tried shifting his hips so he'd hit it but the blonde quickly used his other hand to press it into the desk - unable to move.

"You're not cumming till I'm inside." Bakugou growled, stretching his fingers out more.

"Get on with it then..." Todoroki hissed back, hot and panting.

He couldn't think of anything else.

"Tch. Fucking knew you'd be a backchatting shit when I fucked you." Bakugou shoved his length inside, ripping a slightly pained gasp from Todoroki.

The pain cleared some of the fog inside his head.

"You've been thinking about us... fucking?" Todoroki strained, getting used to the stretch.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since - ngh..." Bakugou trailed off, scrunching his eyes closed at the tightness.

"Ever since when?" Todoroki pushed, trying his best to not cry out.

"Since - shit - you're so fucking tight." Bakugou curled in on himself slightly, now at a constant pace. He placed both his hands next to Todoroki's head, caging him against the desk. The blondes fingers curled up into fists, mouth slightly open in pleasure.

"Since we m-moved in together?" Todoroki whispered between pants, their faces were so close together now.

"Second year." Bakugou almost moaned out the statement, hips stuttering. He was weirdly compliant in conversation now he was almost balls deep.

Note that.

"Shit- I wanted break you. You were so fucking blank all the time...." Bakugou picked up the pace so Todoroki's body started rocking, strands of hair bouncing.

"Bre-break me?" He replied breathily, lips inches from the man above him. Bakugou was brushing against that spot, he brought his forearm over his eyes, whimpering as Bakugou snapped his hips back and forth.

He needed some distance - to cool off - or he was going to go crazy.

"I wanted to make you cry - fuck you so hard you couldn't take it-" Bakugou rambled, ripping Todoroki's arm from his face - deciding to pin both his wrists to the desk as he stared at him with a new hunger.

"- wanted to mark you up - make it so you'd limp the next day..." Teeth came to his neck and bit down so hard Todoroki swore it'd drawn blood. His whole neck and collar bone was sucked and bitten - the pain only seemed to make him more aroused. Bakugou started focusing on that sensitive spot inside him, tearing a pathetic moan from his throat. He thrashed underneath the blonde, getting closer to release.

He was loosing it.

Loosing control.

Again.

"Wait- slow down -I'm close... Too much!" Todoroki gasped, his own hips moving to their own accord, spasming. Lidded, heterochromatic eyes locked with a lust-filled red.

Bakugou smirked.