it's bkdk but there's a particular scene that just - bakugo is a swimmer and he allows deku to shave his legs and it's just SO -
Maybe he was dying and this was a fever dream his brain was firing off to keep him pliant and calm and happy in some backhanded way, he mused. However, the foot found its way back into his lap, slithering between his cock and his thigh, toes curling into heathered cotton. Izuku sucked in a shrill breath, razor stilling. Not a dream.
"I didn't say stop," Bakugou said, twisting his toes into Izuku's stomach. Izuku forcibly tensed his hand to stop its shaking, the blade picking up its trail, a shuddering exhale. Another slow inch, coming closer to the base of the rising cock. Another press of his toes, this time against Izuku's straining tip, plucking at the wet spot. "Taking your sweet goddamn time. I can feel myself aging."
"You t-old me not to cut you, so I don't want to," he rasped, breathing labored, hand hovering. His eyes drooped. His face felt like he'd be lying out in the sun all day, fried to a crisp.
"Want your 'something nice?'"
"Please," Izuku groaned, earnest and eager and uncaring what that something was—he'd accept anything.
Izuku stopped from hurling the razor across the room, instead placing the evil thing nicely back on the towel. No sooner then it left sweaty fingers did Bakugou's foot press Izuku's cock cruelly against his own stomach.
"Fu—god, yes, yes," he wheezed. Izuku hunched over Bakugou's leg, temple smearing against his knee as he moaned unhinged. "C-an I touch?"
"Legs only, no mouth. Not a mark on me."
Izuku gripped Bakugou's foot, removing it just enough to jerk his sweats down to free his dick before sliding his bare, burning length over the arch, between the mounds, tip catching the toes. Izuku gasped.
"You like feet, too, you fuckin' creep?"
"Not until now," he groaned, bucking as dribbling precum slicked the pink sole. He wasn't going to last, again, his threshold for stimulation far behind him. He could feel it coming like an early warning siren howling into the darkening clouds, the spiraling wind.
"You dream about fucking me?"
Izuku choked. "Yeah," he whispered, hips thrusting blindly, hands changing between wringing the heel and coddling the instep.