Intoxicated seemed far too mild of a term for the rush Bakugo's blood was giving Todoroki in that moment. It was different now, not really that Bakugo felt or tasted different, as far as Todoroki was concerned all blood could potentially taste the same regardless of what someone smelled like. Still, he couldn't bring himself to even feel too curious about it, Bakugo's warmth practically seeping into him through every possible way.
At some point, his touch softened, fingers loosening slightly on his hair but keeping the contact. Bakugo might have seemed unsure, but he wasn't struggling, not really. It was strange, that he was even somewhat quiet past initial protests, and it was easy to get lost in the sound of his heart, his breathing, the metallic taste on his tongue. It'd probably be less enthralling, the more he did it, but for now, Bakugo felt like his entire world, those fingers in his hair enough to make him want to shiver.
He could have easily kept going, but as everything seemed to slow, even the other boy's breathing, Todoroki started to feel heavy, sated in a way. He breathed out a hum against Bakugo's skin. He said something, but that didn't register fully, but what did was the tug at his hair. Harsh. Rude. Really rude.
Still, it was enough to somewhat snap him back and away from the fact that he could probably stay there like that for hours. He was feeling tired again when he finally pulled back, breathing a bit heavy. He wanted more, of something, but what he wanted he couldn't quite put a finger on. He supposed it didn't matter, still, as everything came back into focus he noticed the mark on Bakugo's neck. His fingers let loose the fabric of his shirt. Right. Bakugo was wearing his shirt. Touching over the bruised and broken skin, his brow furrowed slightly. He did that. Bakugo had essentially let him do that. There was a weird sort of triumph in that, but he wasn't sure why.
"Sorry," he breathed out, slowly licking his lips as his eyes went back to Bakugo's face, studying his expression a moment. "Are you okay?" He half expected to be yelled at again for the question, but it seemed like the kind of thing to ask. Surely, he could call Deku or something, since he didn't trust going outside himself, especially when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and lay there forever.