unleashthebeast | OPEN // OVERFLOW

(( continued from here ))

[ Katsuki pisses him off.

This isn't news to anyone, but they're both hot-headed, so maybe that's just par for the course. Normal, expected. But no one seems to talk about all the shit that comes packaged with two personalities constantly exploding at each other. How the frustration and resentment can sit somewhere deep and fester for want of an outlet. How the blood develops a tolerance to the venom and turns it to dependence, like a drug. How the bared teeth want for flesh to blunt on, and they're not particular about the means or method.

The difference between them is, Jack's temper doesn't rest on a hair trigger. Wolves bide their time. They lie in wait. They stalk, and then they run their prey down in one deadly burst, no prisoners taken.

That's what it feels like now, stalking up to Bakugou's room with grit teeth, hot under the collar. Like he's taking down his quarry after a long hunt. Not that he's taking Bakugou for some wounded creature. That way lies danger. Or maybe it's danger any which way, assumptions be damned.

He doesn't knock. A bracing breath brings him to Bakugou's door, and he enters with a huff, ears pressed flat. Although, embarrassingly, the moment the door's closed behind him, his tail starts swaying. ]

Katsuki. [ It's practically a growl, and Jack's already shrugging out of his jacket. ]

[Jack needs to get blasted through a wall.

He's bad enough dealing with calmer people, but when two explosive types meet up, it's bound to go for a clash of intense proportions. People like to stay clear when they get into one of their fights, loud words, curses, and eventually a physical confrontation are all but assured unless something breaks them up beforehand. Back and forth, becoming accustomed to that ignition which quickly sets his short fuse on alight and triggers the resulting pin pop to detonation. The worst part is, he's grown to somewhat appreciate it. Iron sharpens iron after all.

Bakugou's aware of the prowler lurking behind the damn mutt's hot-headed temper. He's not as explosive, but that means the blonde won't take his eyes off him either. Something predatory about him that refuses to go ignored, except by idiots. And he's no damn idiot. Nor is he anyone's fucking prey. Chomp a grenade and you'll lose your jaw.

Others might be stalking their rooms, hairline tingling in anticipation, knowing they've invited a wolf into their abode. And a pent-up one at that. Bakugou's content to sit on his bed, one arm pumping a barbell absent mindedly while his other hand's busy thumbing through a book for class. Jack's coming. Simple as that.

And after such a confession too...

Says it's unlocked and it'd serve the mutt right if he ran his face right into the locked door. But nope, the door handle twists and swings open. Bakugou looks up with his eyes only, peering through the veil of choppy ashen bangs as Jack blows in. Ears are down. Heh. Must be frustrated. Until the door closes and those crimson eyes drop to the wolf's tail as soon as it starts moving.

Tch. Dogs are so honest. He sets the barbell down on the bed, wearng nothing more than a black tanktop and pair of boxer briefs.]

Jack. [Doesn't even try to stop the way his eyes lock onto the other man's shoulders and arms the moment that jacket's pulled off.]

[ Three steps. That's all it takes to close the distance between them. Three steps, and nothing more. Not a word, not a warning, not a question. The barbell is out of Bakugou's hand, and maybe Jack is tempting fate, but if either of them were careful, they wouldn't be seeking this out in the first place.

One thick hand sinks into Bakugou's hair, anchored at the base of his skull to pull him close and force their mouths together. Jack's kiss is every bit as explosive as his temper, slow, simmering, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps. When it breaks on Bakugou, Jack consumes him. He pulls, teeth catching at Bakugou's bottom lip, coaxing him to rise to it in kind. ]

[Better be careful or that barbell's gonna drop on someone's foot. It's out of his hand and falls somewhere else, landing on the bed or bouncing off to the floor below. Right. Because careful is certainly what either of them are right now. Three steps to bring Jack into his personal space. As if he needs a fucking warning or question. Already said what he wanted.

Hell if he needs any coaxing. The second that hand clenches in his hair, Bakugou fists a chunk of Jack's silver tresses, fingers digging the fluffy strands into the thick-skinned palm, weathered from years of explosions. He pushes into the kiss as much as he's pulled into it, tongue shoving against Jack's mouth and teeth in a demand to be let in. Before the guy bypasses the demand and instead bites him on the lower lip. Trying to consume him, huh. A husky snarl bubbles in his throat and he pulls his lip back from those sharp fangs. Then goes in for his own claim once again, panting heatedly at the touch.

Shit... this lupine bastard's mouth feels good.]