it throws bakugo for a loop when he sees shouto tug your hair roughly, his other hand travelling up the column of your neck to grip your jaw, turning it to the side. he comes over your shoulder and captures your mouth in a messy kiss, those mismatched eyes peering down at bakugo where he lies flat, you straddling him.
"it's okay, she likes it," shouto breathes, and suddenly bakugo feels out of his depth. "don't you?"
"yeah," you fall onto your hands, hovering above him. "you don't need to be gentle."
"i was under the impression that you wanted to take charge," shouto's hands run up bakugo's legs, and he shivers.
it's not like he's some blushing virgin, but bakugo has never seen this side of shouto; never really thought the two of you were capable of sharing each other with someone else so easily.
"you're having second thoughts?" you lower yourself against him-- soft, so soft-- and breathe your words into his ear. "we don't have to do this-"
"no, i--" he clears his throat, large hands nervously finding your hips. "not... no second thoughts."
shouto places his hands over bakugo's. "lead on, real man."