[Settling in Hardcore's lap easily, chuckling. It's just a dream and there's nothing unusual about how he's draping his arms around Hardcore's shoulders at all.]
Some people happen to think I'm a very nice boy. Help me get this on then, Hardcore-chan.
[ Shit that's hot. There's a smug grin despite Mori's sowrd, and he hums, rocking back against him.
The moment he pulls back, though, he's going to follow his sample and lean in to kiss hiss neck, soft and teasing while his hand work on putting the harness on him and securing it properly, his hand moving down to the small of his back. ]
[ it seems to be exactly the right thing to say to get him going, because he's grinning again, his hand moving to his ass and pushing him close as he rolls his hips against him and bites on his neck ]
Talk's chip, seaweed hair. How about fucking showing me for once, huh?
[Gasps, tightening his grip and pulling at Hardcore's hair at the bite, pressing him closer encouragingly. Mori moans and grinds his hips right back against him]
You're wearing too many clothes for me to show you properly. Let me fix that.
[And then he's sliding his other hand down Hardcore's chest, towards his waist.]
[ fuck, that's good, but you know what? In his dreams he has nothing to be nervous about and 0 doubts to wrestle with, so he's not going to make it easy. Who cares if it's Mori's bed? He's in charge tonight.
So he kisses at the same spot he just bit, soft and gentle, before he moves both hands to grab his hips and throw him on the bed, immediately trying to restrain him and pin his wrists together, above his head ]
Too late. It's my turn now, so you're not allowed to touch.
[The throwing was unexpected, so bold! Hardcore taking charge like that is exciting and that excitement shows on Mori's face even through the surprise. He grins, laying back and not even trying to fight, spreading his legs for him.]
Didn't you want me to put in some effort? And here I was planning to suck you off. But if that's what you want, I can keep my hands and my mouth to myself while you show me what you've got.
Be a good boy and ask me nicely and maybe I'll let you. I told you, you lost your chance. Gotta be quick on your feet, y'know?
[ But no one is saying he can't do that later. He's pushing his knee between Mori's legs, pressing against him while he holds his wrists together with one hand, his other reaching for conveniently placed handcuffs that are there by the power of dream magic. ]
And anyway, you're dressed up all cute for me, I gotta enjoy seeing you squirm in it first.
[Shivering at that touch, it's all too light and teasing and laughing at him and as much as he jabs at Hardcore he's the one who's starting to get impatient.]
Then shouldn't you be the one in a collar? Come on then, if you're such a good boy, show me what tricks you know.
You should have put one on me when you had the chance.
[ He can tell Mori is getting impatient, and the temptation to keep dragging this out is absolutely there. But at the end of the day, he wants him. Badly. And he doesn't want to wait any longer than necessary.
He nibbles at his earlobe, his hand moving to his chest so he can pinch his nipple while his other moves to the front of his pants, cupping him through his pants, palm grinding against him ]
You're really pretty like this, Mori.
[ And look. He's making it a point to repeat his name, saying it properly and with no added insults with it ]
[The cuffs rattle as Mori tries to lift his hands, automatically wanting to wrap his arms around him, it's so frustrating not being able to. Can't believe you're doing all this and calling him his name and playing with him without letting him do a damn thing back. Mori groans, arching up into Hardcore's hands, silently pleading for more.]
[ Nothing could possibly make him more smug than hearing those words, and he grins, satisfied, his mouth going to kiss behind his ear while his hands keep working on him ]
Yeah? And how do you want me today ...? Should I ride you while you're all tied up like this, unable to touch me at all, or—
[ he traces his index finger along the outline of his cock, pulling his hand back so he can work on undoing those pants ]
Maybe you'd like me to fuck you hard into the mattress, this time around?
[Both of those sound good?? How dare you make him choose??? When Mori had thought about it before, it had been entirely different. He'd been the one making Hardcore come undone, he'd be the one fucking him into the mattress, that's how he'd imagined it. This is a big change from forcing Kacchan to his knees and training him to be a good boy like he'd said. It's different, but Mori can't say he isn't enjoying it. If he thinks about it, if he's going to be on top then he wants to do it properly, not at a time when he's pinned like this, and the thought of being tied down and fucked until he's screaming is tempting.
Mori waits to answer until Hardcore has his pants undone, biting his lip to stop from being too noisy, then hooks his leg around his waist and drags him closer, grinding against him.]
[ This is not a terrible uncommon scenario in his dreams. On the contrary, he's way more suave and unbothered by any potential embarrassment in his dreams, so it's generally him who manages to get Mori to beg for him, who gets the upper-hand and can get him to squirm and writhe for him. So as much as he enjoys the thought of him forcing him to his knees, this? This suits him just fine.
There's a little breathy noise as Mori hooks his leg around him and forces him close, grinds against him like that and asks him to fuck him, and honestly, he's all too happy to oblige. He starts grinding against him, and even through the fabric of his pants it feels amazing ]
My name. I want you to say it properly, when you ask me to fuck you. I want you to call me Katsuki.
[Mori had been all too happily moaning underneath him, getting lost in the pleasure of it all, but that request startles him. The handcuffs rattle again as Mori clenches his fists in the bedsheets, looking up at him with wide eyes. There are times when he can't help but think 'Kacchan', he's so used to it being the default, but he's wrapped so many strange feelings up in what he actually calls Hardcore that he'd worked hard to keep any name issues out of his fantasies. He'd never wanted those complications to be involved in this too.
So why is he thinking of it now? Is he past that point of confusion? He didn't think he was past that point of confusion! Is this really how he's going to process his full and open forgiveness??? He wasn't going to say it until Hardcore had properly apologised but now here he is in his own fantasy wanting Hardcore to tell him to call him that WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
But also it's very difficult to keep up that level of internal debating and questioning when your hot rival is grinding against your dick and his thoughts keep getting interrupted so he's unable to actually say any of that properly when all he wants to do is grind back this is rude.]
[ Don't think about it Mori, okay. For his part Hardcore doesn't seem to get the significance of the request - your subconscious sure doesn't care about your issues, Mori! On the contrary, he starts kissing at his jaw, hips still rolling against him as he keeps seeking friction ]
If you don't wanna say it, you can beg me instead, you know. Or maybe I should keep your mouth occupied, if you're not gonna use it properly ...?
[...Okay. Okay, okay, he can work with this, don't think too deeply, don't break the moment. Mori arches his neck, groaning, this feels good, this is all he needs to think about.]
I'm, I'm at your mercy, here. You can use my mouth for whatever you want.
[ it seems those are the right words to say, because whatever thoughts he had of just teasing him, still, are gone in that instant. He licks his lips as he looks at him, and leans in to kiss at his cheek, surprisingly gentle, before he moves, straddling him as he brings his hands to his own pants to undo them and pull them down enough to free his cock ]
Who's being a good boy now, huh?
[ he brings one hand to Deku's head, while his other moves to his cock to guide it against his lips - giving him just enough warning, expecting him to part his lips for him ]
[Kissing him on the cheek appears to fluster him too, how dare you be cute, Mori bites his lip and goes quiet for a moment instead of opening right away, trying to keep himself together. He wants to say something cool and suave and flirty but Hardcore is being gentle with him and calling him a good boy and now there's a cock in his face, it's all a bit much.
He has to calm down, inhaling slowly and letting out a shuddery breath before he finally leans forward, making direct eye contact with Hardcore as he opens his mouth and flicks his tongue out to lick the head of his cock.]
[ Well, it's time to make it even worse, because even though he shudders at the feeling of his tongue against him, he smiles at him, hand stroking his hair gently while he keeps his eyes on him ]
[That shuddering is what he wants, he wants his eyes on him and it sends heat to his own cock and spurs him on. He can do this.
Mori wraps his lips around Hardcore's dick properly, moaning around the head and trying to move to take him in more, but he's a little restrained. He can't move to take him in as much as he wants with his arms up and cuffed like this, it's annoying and there's a flash of irritation across his face, but he's sure if he pushes him a little more Hardcore will snap forward. So he pulls back, sucking and dragging his tongue against the underside then swirling it around the tip again, looking up at him the whole time.]
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Some people happen to think I'm a very nice boy. Help me get this on then, Hardcore-chan.
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[ he smirks, tilting his head and looking at him ]
Not gonna say please? It's starting to look like you're the one who needs some training, y'know.
[ but despite what he says, he's already reaching over for it so he can first figure out how it works and then actually help him with it ]
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You're the one in my bed Hardcore, I'm calling the shots here. But if you want to try and tame me, by all means, go ahead.
[Pressing a light kiss against his neck before pulling back to get dressed.]
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The moment he pulls back, though, he's going to follow his sample and lean in to kiss hiss neck, soft and teasing while his hand work on putting the harness on him and securing it properly, his hand moving down to the small of his back. ]
All this effort just for me, huh?
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[Mori tilts his head, letting Hardcore kiss him and touch him however he'd like, running a hand through his hair.]
I'm only getting started. I could put a lot more effort in, there's so much more I could do, all for you.
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Talk's chip, seaweed hair. How about fucking showing me for once, huh?
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You're wearing too many clothes for me to show you properly. Let me fix that.
[And then he's sliding his other hand down Hardcore's chest, towards his waist.]
i can't believe i wrote chip instead of cheap
So he kisses at the same spot he just bit, soft and gentle, before he moves both hands to grab his hips and throw him on the bed, immediately trying to restrain him and pin his wrists together, above his head ]
Too late. It's my turn now, so you're not allowed to touch.
I didn't even notice but LOL
[The throwing was unexpected, so bold! Hardcore taking charge like that is exciting and that excitement shows on Mori's face even through the surprise. He grins, laying back and not even trying to fight, spreading his legs for him.]
Didn't you want me to put in some effort? And here I was planning to suck you off. But if that's what you want, I can keep my hands and my mouth to myself while you show me what you've got.
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[ But no one is saying he can't do that later. He's pushing his knee between Mori's legs, pressing against him while he holds his wrists together with one hand, his other reaching for conveniently placed handcuffs that are there by the power of dream magic. ]
And anyway, you're dressed up all cute for me, I gotta enjoy seeing you squirm in it first.
[ time to handcuff him to the bed, hold on ]
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Y-You're just impatient! Ah!
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You're slow. And now? You're all mine.
[ he brings his hand to Mori's neck, fingers trailing down on it, following the harness he put on him as he leans down to whisper against his ear ]
It's fine, now? Since I'm your good dog, all I want to do is show you how much I appreciate you, Mori.
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Then shouldn't you be the one in a collar? Come on then, if you're such a good boy, show me what tricks you know.
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[ He can tell Mori is getting impatient, and the temptation to keep dragging this out is absolutely there. But at the end of the day, he wants him. Badly. And he doesn't want to wait any longer than necessary.
He nibbles at his earlobe, his hand moving to his chest so he can pinch his nipple while his other moves to the front of his pants, cupping him through his pants, palm grinding against him ]
You're really pretty like this, Mori.
[ And look. He's making it a point to repeat his name, saying it properly and with no added insults with it ]
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F-Feels good. Fuck, I want you so bad, Hardcore.
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Yeah? And how do you want me today ...? Should I ride you while you're all tied up like this, unable to touch me at all, or—
[ he traces his index finger along the outline of his cock, pulling his hand back so he can work on undoing those pants ]
Maybe you'd like me to fuck you hard into the mattress, this time around?
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[Both of those sound good?? How dare you make him choose??? When Mori had thought about it before, it had been entirely different. He'd been the one making Hardcore come undone, he'd be the one fucking him into the mattress, that's how he'd imagined it. This is a big change from forcing Kacchan to his knees and training him to be a good boy like he'd said. It's different, but Mori can't say he isn't enjoying it. If he thinks about it, if he's going to be on top then he wants to do it properly, not at a time when he's pinned like this, and the thought of being tied down and fucked until he's screaming is tempting.
Mori waits to answer until Hardcore has his pants undone, biting his lip to stop from being too noisy, then hooks his leg around his waist and drags him closer, grinding against him.]
I want you inside of me. Fuck me.
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There's a little breathy noise as Mori hooks his leg around him and forces him close, grinds against him like that and asks him to fuck him, and honestly, he's all too happy to oblige. He starts grinding against him, and even through the fabric of his pants it feels amazing ]
My name. I want you to say it properly, when you ask me to fuck you. I want you to call me Katsuki.
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So why is he thinking of it now? Is he past that point of confusion? He didn't think he was past that point of confusion! Is this really how he's going to process his full and open forgiveness??? He wasn't going to say it until Hardcore had properly apologised but now here he is in his own fantasy wanting Hardcore to tell him to call him that WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
But also it's very difficult to keep up that level of internal debating and questioning when your hot rival is grinding against your dick and his thoughts keep getting interrupted so he's unable to actually say any of that properly when all he wants to do is grind back this is rude.]
Oh, fuck, y-you...!
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If you don't wanna say it, you can beg me instead, you know. Or maybe I should keep your mouth occupied, if you're not gonna use it properly ...?
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[...Okay. Okay, okay, he can work with this, don't think too deeply, don't break the moment. Mori arches his neck, groaning, this feels good, this is all he needs to think about.]
I'm, I'm at your mercy, here. You can use my mouth for whatever you want.
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Who's being a good boy now, huh?
[ he brings one hand to Deku's head, while his other moves to his cock to guide it against his lips - giving him just enough warning, expecting him to part his lips for him ]
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He has to calm down, inhaling slowly and letting out a shuddery breath before he finally leans forward, making direct eye contact with Hardcore as he opens his mouth and flicks his tongue out to lick the head of his cock.]
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Fuck. Feels — pretty good, huh ...
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Mori wraps his lips around Hardcore's dick properly, moaning around the head and trying to move to take him in more, but he's a little restrained. He can't move to take him in as much as he wants with his arms up and cuffed like this, it's annoying and there's a flash of irritation across his face, but he's sure if he pushes him a little more Hardcore will snap forward. So he pulls back, sucking and dragging his tongue against the underside then swirling it around the tip again, looking up at him the whole time.]
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