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[blastedass]

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[thundercrashes]

[Yep, Manjoume suspects that to be the case too. They're both very similar in that regard.

He's struck by the sudden thought, vaguely, or whether or not he and Bakugou will still be together by the time a school reunion happens far in the future. He certainly hopes that will be the case, rather than Bakugou potentially becoming bored of him...

Maybe this vague paranoid thought is the reason why, after a few minutes of silence has lulled between them, probably right when Bakugou is taking a sip of his drink, Manjoume suddenly blurts out with all the subtlety of a brick to the face--]

Do you wanna make out? I think we should make out.

[blastedass]

[Dammit, don't know him that well! Bakugou isn't admitting to anything Manjoume's figuring out. Midoriya or Kirishima would likely be the ones to cajole the blonde into going to the reunion, even if he bitched about it the whole way while he attended. Though Manjoume being the same way would probably mean both of them are gonna double dip.

Bored of Manjoume? Unlikely. Despite their different vocations, there's little boring about Manjoume. Even if he comes from rich blood, he doesn't use it, and seeks to make his own name for himself with his own work, something Bakugou values and likes.

But it's true Manjoume doesn't like to sweat as much as his boyfriend... which is good because Manjoume's a duelist and Bakugou's a hero. Even if he's very much aware Duelists can get their asses physically kicked on the dueling grounds. Holograms pack a punch.]

Bppth-! [Bakugou sputters short into his drink, head jerking forward so he doesn't spit it all over the table. He quickly pulls the cup back, growling and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.]

WHAT THE HELL?! You want me to fucking choke on that?!

[thundercrashes]

[If Manjoume had said literally anything else, maybe he would have started laughing inappropriately at Bakugou's reaction. Or bitched about how he better not spit his drink all over his goddamn table. Possibly both.

But instead, Manjoume winces slightly.]

Sorry?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou glares across the distance at the other boy.]

Who the hell just asks that?

[Manjoume's not winning any points for romancing. Granted, the explosive blonde's not someone who likes to beat around the bush. Being direct is more appreciated. But there are some things you don't direct!]

Where'd that even come from?

[thundercrashes]

... From the desire to kiss my very attractive boyfriend right now?

[Maybe this would sound more romantic if you didn't phrase it like a question, Manjoume.]

[blastedass]

[Ladies and gentleman, the smoothest criminal in YuGiOh.

Bakugou blinks at him, mostly due to the questioning nature of it... but then puts his drink to the side.]

C'mere then.

[thundercrashes]

[wow, that actually worked--I mean, of course it did, he's Manjoume Thunder. Master of seduction, this one.

He quickly gets up out of his chair and comes around to Bakugou's side of the table, placing his hands on the other boy's shoulders. He doesn't make to try to get in his boyfriend's lap here (but it would be very easy to pull him down to do so, if you wanna test if that chair can hold both their weights) but leans down a little towards Bakugou's face so that he can connect their lips together here in a kiss.]

[blastedass]

[It could've worked better, without making Bakugou almost choke on his damn water. "Master of Seduction" his fucking ass. The blonde looks up as Manjoume swings around to his side, narrowing eyes slightly when hands catch him by the shoulders. That's kind of forceful... but not in a bad way. Thankfully there's no attempt to climb into his lap, because he doesn't exactly trust the chair, but when Manjoume leans down to kiss him, Bakugou wraps an arm around his lower back and accepts it. Eyes close, a low hum rumbles in his chest, and he takes in the sensation and emotion all at once.]

[thundercrashes]

[It's not quite as awkward, nor as intense as the kissing they had been doing when on that rooftop. At least not yet anyway, but for now Manjoume is keeping it rather chaste.

He leans closer to the other boy with an appreciative noise when Bakugou puts an arm around his lower back, his hands curling a little tighter im their grip on Bakugou's shoulders. However, he also doesn't quite trust the structual integrity of the chair Bakugou is sitting in, so they're both just going to have to deal with the leaning over Manjoume is doing here for now.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou tilts his head back a bit as he leans against the frame of the chair. Fingers skirt across Manjoume's wrist before wrapping around his forearm, the other hand's content to move to the duelist's side and wader on his ribs.

Manjoume's not exactly massaging his shoulders, but the tighter grip feels nice, getting a low groan out of the other boy as he presses into the kiss. Eyes closed, pulse picking up, until he finally lowers his head enough to break the kiss a scant millimeter.]

If you're gonna get in my lap, we should move.

[thundercrashes]

[Oh. Manjoume looks down at the chair again, considering, before ultimately deciding again that yeah, it would probably be better not to test it.]

There's, ah, a couch over there...

[He leans back a bit so that he's not taking up so much of Bakugou's personal space anymore, his hands sliding away from the other boy's shoulders so that he can instead use a hand to take one of Bakugou's own. Not that Bakugou likely needs to be led over to find the couch, it's pretty easy to spot from here given how small Manjoume's place is, but he still tugs him a little anyway to get the other boy up out of the chair and come with him here.]

[blastedass]

[Did he just now figure that out? Bakugou pushes up against Manjoume's shoulder, encouraging him to lean back without dumping him on the nearby coffee table. Tempting. But he gets up even as the other boy palms his hands over his shoulders, muscular rounds lifting into the touching palms before one slides down towards his hand. Bakugou purses his lips in slight annoyance, but says nothing as Manjoume holds his hands. He'll... permit it this time. Getting tugged over to the couch until they're close enough he can bodily nudge Manjoume down onto it and this time it's him who's leaning over to kiss the duelist.]

[thundercrashes]

[Oh. Manjoume lets go of Bakugou's hands so that he can instead use them to grip the front of Bakugou's shirt from where the other boy is leaning over him. Eager to accept the kiss being offered as he cranes his neck here to make sure he meets the other boy at the right angle to make this work, at least for about a minute before he breaks off the kiss and leans back against the couch, looking up at Bakugou. This is a little awkward, but--]

Well? You're not just going to be leaning over me the whole time here, are you?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou tilts into the kiss, angling his head a bit to get the best connection as his lips brush against Manjoume's once or twice in succession. He won't keep him tilting his head back for too long, what with the grip on his shirt that that awkward little question.] I was waiting for your neck to break.

[Before leaning forward, one knee going on the couch as he pushes Manjoume down onto his back so he can kneel atop him. Making out once more, one arm around the other boy's neck as they end up lying on the couch for a way more comfortable position.]

[thundercrashes]

[For a second, Manjoume is startled by Bakugou pushing him down onto his back here--he had thought the other boy was either going to sit down next to him, or even in his own lap. He can't imagine what kind of face he's making here for Bakugou to see, but he assumes it's not very cool--yeah, it had been his suggestion that they should make out, but now actually lying down like this to do so has sent a fresh wave of embarrassing heat flooding his pale face.

But then whatever complaints he is about to make dies before he can say them, as Bakugou kisses him. He leans into the arm slung around the back of his neck here without really thinking about it, initially going from an awkward ball of tension underneath Bakugou here before finally relaxing and allowing his legs to stretch out more comfortably. At first he's at a bit of a loss for what to do with his hands again, trapped between the both of them here but after a moment he ends up bringing both arms up to try to reach for Bakugou's back rather than continuing to cling to the front of his shirt.]

[blastedass]

[Like hell is he going to sit down in Manjoume's lap! Usually he'd have to get pulled down to do something like that, resulting in a growl and a glare, but acceptance. Unless he's feeling really dominating and frisky, at which point he'd totally straddle his lap just to see the expression on his boyfriend's face. Right now, that's not the case, and Manjoume's on his back as the blonde leans over him, getting on the couch and bracing atop the duelist on hand and knee.

It's not hard to feel that heat radiating off Manjoume's face as Bakugou leans into the kiss. His arm tightens, hand playing on the side of his neck and along his collar. As long legs stretch out under him, he settles down more atop the other boy, sliding his own down the couch until they're lying with each other and making out in the heat of the moment. As long as eyes are shut and lips are locked, they don't have to look and see the flush on each other's faces, right? Way easier time.]

[thundercrashes]

[Yeah, Manjoume's definitely got his eyes closed here, because the idea of having his eyes open while they're making out like this seems a little silly. It makes it easier anyway, allowing him to just focus on feeling rather than worry about what kind of face either of them are making right now.

Besides, this is nice. Manjoume has been quite starved of physical affection for almost his whole life, so now that he has the opportunity to indulge in it, he is going to do so. Though, this could very easily go from merely indulging to overwhelmed and drowning in it if he's not careful, as he starts to hold Bakugou a little more tighter to him here, presses his lips a little more insistently against the other boy's lips.

Though, he hasn't actually tried to deepen the kiss further, or get too handsy yet, keeping his hands gripping onto the back of Bakugou's shirt here. For now, anyway, but the longer they keep kissing the more his body is going to eventually start to react, regardless of how chaste he's being.]

[blastedass]

[The feeling is better than seeing whatever strange face they're making right now. Make no mistake, he's very much attracted to his boyfriend's face. But... Bakugou combs his hand through Manjoume's hair, enjoying the lush thickness and that ridiculous style he's admired and taunted together.

If Manjoume wants to indulge in this, that's fine. The press of their chests together, legs getting situated on the couch, arms moving to touch and twine as hand wander across shoulders and... well back for Manjoume to Bakugou and head and sides for Bakugou to Manjoume. Kind of what happens when someone's lying on his back underneath the other boy. Especially when the duelist pulls him tighter to him, hips grinding together. Fuck...]

[thundercrashes]

[Mm, that grind earns a very nice, pleased gasp... but also causes an alarm bell to go off in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like a ton of dating books he read for advice, saying that it supposedly makes you look cringe to go past a certain physical point on the first date.

So for a moment, he pulls back a little here to catch his breath and ask--]

Sorry, this--this isn't too much or too fast, right?

[blastedass]

[Heh, Manjoume sounds good like that. Bakugou blinks when there's a sudden jerk of tension below him and then the other boy pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily, face flushed, certainly looking the part of a kissed for the first time. Bakugou pushes up on his forearm, getting caught a bit in the face by the question. Too much? Too fast? Well...]

I'm not gonna fucking kiss someone out of nowhere. [But does that mean they want to, or even should, go further than this on their first date? Then again, Manjoume brought Bakugou back to his place on date number one, and that's kind of tacky too, right?]

[thundercrashes]

[It is probably tacky, but it would be a lie to say that he hasn't wanted to do this with Bakugou, hasn't thought about it in pretty significant detail sometimes. It's mostly just a matter of worrying whether or not it makes him look too tacky and desperate (or, more insultingly as he's heard it phrased before, slutty) to act on it this quickly.

He's not sure how to phrase it without looking or sounding stupid--maybe a little too late for that now when he's lying under Bakugou with a red face and breathing harder than normal, trying not to squirm too much and make it obvious.]

I know, but I meant, ah... you do want to do this, right? I'm not being too forward, am I?

[blastedass]

[Tacky? No. Desperate? No. It wasn't like Manjoume jumped across the table and tackled him. The sudden comment about wanting to kiss him was pretty damn abrupt, but Bakugou already accepted it and then moved it from there to here. He's not going to accuse Manjoume of something he's already agreed to! ... It's not slutty either, just rushed.

And not in the bad way, since they've been together for a while before this date happened. Attraction was there. They're young men with thoughts, libido, and the like. Trying to categorize and comment about it at this stage is pretty stupid. Already making out and lying on the couch like this.]

How about you shut the fuck up, kiss me, and stop worrying about it.

[Because that's way less hot than making out.]

[thundercrashes]

... Yeah, okay.

[That sounds like a way better idea than continuing to flounder over this, so he uses his hands to tug Bakugou back down so that he can kiss the other boy instead, sliding those hands into Bakugou's hair.

No Birds Nest insults today, not when its actually pretty nice to the touch despite it's appearance otherwise. Not that he even has his mouth free for insults right now even if he was going to give one, what with kissing being a more attractive alternative than that.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou's not someone to second guess himself. If he wasn't interested in doing this with Manjoume, he never would've let the guy come over for the first kiss. As he gets pulled down, he closes his eyes and sinks into the touch once more. It feels good. Nothing simpler than that.

Guess he's not going to rag on Manjoume's hair either. Despite both of their hairstyles, it's obvious they take amazing care of it. His hand wanders through the other boy's, threading thick black strands and messing with the spikes a little for the hell of it. Making a pleasant contrast to the heavier kissing going on lower.]

[thundercrashes]

[Manjoume doesn't second-guess himself when it comes to being a duelist and what the optimal plays are against an opponent... when it comes to romance, however, he does tend to overthink it a fair bit. It's why he relied so heavily on someone like Fubuki to give him advice... as questionable as it was, sometimes.

Right now though, he'd like to think that Fubuki would be agreeing with Bakugou, in that Manjoume is overthinking this and that it's fine to just go with the flow here. So after a moment, he pulls back, but it's because he ends up latching his mouth to whatever exposed skin of Bakugou's neck he can get at here--he's not biting or trying to leave a hickey yet, but merely just teasing with a press of his lips against the other boy's neck here and there, a satisfied hum in his throat.]