cw: anorgasmia, mention of negative sexual experiences??, shindobaku

Shindo and Bakugo have been dating for about 6 months or so, but they've never gotten past second base. They've had plenty of sexy moments, sure, but when things would get hot and heavy they'd stop just before

it got too exciting or frisky. Shindo didn't want to rush Bakugo into anything, so he'd take the rejection as gracefully as he could with a chaste peck on the lips and the offer to cuddle. He'd wait for him, he thought, and if it turned out that he never wanted to have sex, ever,

well... they could figure out how Katsuki's asexuality plays its role in their relationship together, whenever it comes to that.

What he didn't expect is the words coming out of Bakugo's mouth now, interrupting their heady makeout session on the couch.

"Hey, asshole, hold on a second."

"Mmm?" Shindo pulls back and licks his lips. God, Bakugo looks so good like this, straddling his lap, face red and lips slick with spit. It's taking all of his will to focus on Bakugo's voice. "What is it, babe? Wanna stop?"

"No... I... I want to keep going, I just...."
Immediately Shindo has his hands cupping his lover's face.
"Shh, it's okay, we don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I want to! I just, I gotta tell you something." He sits back and squirms, clearly uncomfortable.

"I can't... I can't orgasm."

Shindo blinks. "Uh... are you saying you have ED? Because junior here poking into my thigh says otherwise...," earning him a swat at his head. "Ow!"

"No, idiot! I can get hard, obviously, I just can't, I don't know, get to the end! Or something!"

Shindo's brows furrow in concern. "You've never had an orgasm...?"

"Yeah," Bakugo breathes out. "Yeah..." He can't even look at Shindo, shame bleeding into his heart and bones. Instead, he's turned his face away, staring holes into the couch cushions. "Never."

Warm hands envelope his, rubbing small circles into the back of his hands. Finally, Shindo speaks.

"Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"
"Shoot."
"Were you... did anybody..." He's stumbling over his words, unsure of how to approach the subject delicately. "Assault? You...?"

Bakugo's head whips around to look at Shindo. "What??!! No, holy fuck. No one assaulted me, Christ!"

"Okay, yeesh! Just making sure!" Shindo tentatively rests his hands on Bakugo's hips, rubbing gentle circles into his flesh. "I'm not trying to offend you, okay?"

Bakugo snorts.

"I'm just trying to understand this more, is that okay?"

"Yeah..." Bakugo seems to relax under Shindo's touch, tension slowly leaving his body. He leans forward to rest his head on Shindo's shoulder.

"You had more questions right? Go ahead and ask."

"Alright, um.... have you tried masturbating?"

"/Yes/," Bakugo seems to grit out.

"...but you can't orgasm then either," Shindo finishes.

"No."
"Mmmm."
"If you use your inflated head for once you'd figure out that my quirk plus delicate organs makes a fucking bad time."

“Well, there’s other ways to masturbate than just sad handjobs...” Shindo chuckles.

“No, believe me, I’ve fucking /tried/. Humping pillows, shower heads, dildos, vibrators, whatever the fuck else you can think of. Shit doesn’t work,” Bakugo huffs.

Shindo hums pensively.

"I can hear you thinking, you bastard."

"Oh? And what /am/ I thinking, hm?" Shindo nuzzles Bakugo's hair with his cheek, hiding his smirk.

"Dunno," Bakugo grunts. He lifts his head to peer at Shindo suspiciously. "But whatever the fuck you're up to, quit that shit out."

"I'm just thinking, maybe you haven't been shown a good time yet?" Shindo peppers Bakugo's face with kisses between words. "Although from the filthy way you kiss, I didn't guess you'd be a virgin."

Bakugo wrinkles his nose. "I'm not a fucking virgin."