In Too Deep

Contradicting Colors

"Red or Blue?" Bakugou scoffed. He furrowed his brows, not putting too much thought into choosing between the contradicting colors. Red or blue. . .Hm. . . "Tch- I guess I'd have to go with red." The blonde shrugged

"Mmm, Yes. The collar will go nicely with your eyes"

"Watch your accent, It's color." He corrected.

Todoroki quirked a brow, and shifted position. "I made no mistake there. I'm ordering you a collar"

Bakugou bit his tongue- His cheeks growing hot. But why!? Why this!? Why now!? "A- Wha-. . .Urgh. . .Whatever" He rumbled. It was strange to see him not resenting an idea for once. He closed his vermillion eyes, sighing a bit and trying to steady his swaying vision.

Todoroki's gaze latched onto him again, and he suddenly grinned. It was amused, but a bit dark. "You're going to be so pissed once you're sobered up."

"I am Sober!" 
He immediately slurs, swirling his alcohol around in the bottle and taking another long draw. The more he drank, the more he took notice to his own body. How his clothes we're growing almost unbearable to wear, as his body temperature rises. How the perspiration beaded on his forehead and dripped down to his temples. How the groin of his pants seemed to be pushed up a little. . .Uh oh. Bakugou changes positions, and crosses his legs with a wince.

"You are not sober, you were drunk at the nightclub and now your drinking more in my car" Todoroki pointed out, his heterochromic gaze flickering down

"Sure then. . .How many fingers am I holding up?" He holds up every finger except his ring finger.

"Tch- I can see that. It's four. . ."
Yeah. . .And thats how many I want in- Augh! Stop it! Cut the bullshit already!  He doesn't dare finish the thought, Only grumbles after his sentence.

Todoroki tsked and dropped his hand. "Wrong. I was holding three fingers and one thumb, go to sleep" 

"Wha- IT'S STILL A FUCKING FINGER THOUGH-" He challenged, sitting up a bit

"No it's not, even doctors say so."

He pushes bakugou over and lays his head down on the seat opposite to him.

Bakugou grits his teeth, And kicks off one of his shoes, which were notably caked in mud. He suddenly presses his foot against Shoto's crotch in flustered defiance. Viva La Revolución!

Shoto's eyes widen, and his pupils dilate. He suddenly reaches out- clasping onto Bakugou's ankle with a firm grip. His tone came out a bit unsteadily. "Bakugou. . .I swear. Stop acting like an insolent child and lay down-"

"Urgh. . .No way" And he moves his foot back to where Shoto had moved it from

Shoto growls and moves to next seat over "Stop it. . .you horny dog-"

"You're the one who dragged me into the godawful limousine. . .Maybe I should expect a little intimacy~" He withdraws his foot and kicks off his other shoe. Bakugou clumsily and drunkenly gets on his hands and knees and crawls over to Shoto.

"Later." Shoto insisted

"Now!" Bakugou retorted, as restless as ever.

"Keep your dick in your pants, We're here anyways" Shoto pulls down the cuffs on his sleeves, and gets himself out of the vehicle, leaving Bakugou flustered and confused.