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[blastedass]

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[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.]

[blastedass]

[As long as he's not relying on that guy's advice when it comes to Bakugou... Though he's never met Manjoume's "teacher" in love, the few hints he's gotten don't put the other duelist in high regards. It should be something Manjoume gets to explore rather than have someone uninvolved pass judgement on.

It's not wrong to think about things and wonder, but probably not the time to do it when you're already on the couch lip locking with another boy. Bakugou returns the kiss until Manjoume finally breaks it, leaning up the look down at the duelist beneath him. Only to grunt softly as he attacks his neck, making his head tilt back and a low groan rumble in his throat from the sensation. Fuck, why the hell is it so sensitive? Yet he can't stop himself from wanting to feel more of it.]

[thundercrashes]

[Oh. It sounds like Bakugou likes it, and thus for a moment, Manjoume makes a noise that almost sounds like a pleased laugh, taking his boyfriend's noises as encouragement that he's doing something right here. As such, he keeps at it, testing how much pressure he can get away with providing with his teeth and tongue against Bakugou's neck before the other boy potentially shoves him back.

His hands end up leaving Bakugou's hair, one going to the back of Bakugou's neck to try to hold him in place, the other attempting to slip under the other's shirt and slowly map out whatever muscles he can feel there.]

[blastedass]

[It's be hard for him not to like it, even if his mind's running a little 'wtf' moment that he'd find someone mouthing against his throat to feel good. The soft noise from Manjoume earns him a growl, but no attempt to stop him. Fingers clench lightly into the duelist's shoulder when those teeth get too hard on his neck. Less out of pain and more out of not wanting a fucking bite mark visible on his damn neck. He doesn't run around in high collar shirts when casual!

Bakugou arches his spine slightly, lifting his chest off Manjoume's so the duelist has some space to try and cop a feel of his chest. Not hard to do at all, powerful muscles and definitions flexing under his warm skin.]

[thundercrashes]

[Well, you could always retaliate and try to leave marks on Manjoume... you'd probably have to move his own collar down and out of the way to get at his neck though since he is the type to wear high collar shirts and sweaters.

The fingers clenching into his shoulder don't deter him from continuing his actions otherwise, since if Bakugou really wanted him to stop doing it, he likely would have pulled away. Instead, the one who eventually pulls back a little is Manjoume so that he can speak, his fingers under Bakugou's shirt still feeling out some random pattern against the other's skin.]

Heh... i's one thing seeing them, but getting to touch these muscles now is actually pretty nice...

[blastedass]

[He can't get to his neck while Manjoume's down there gnawing on his throat like a fucking sucker fish! Okay it's not that bad and the way he's doing it feels pretty good, but embarrassment wants to nudge its stupid self in there despite Bakugou trying to give no shits bout it. But when he does get to it, that shirt might not even be in the picture.

Yeah, if he wanted Manjoume to stop, the other boy would be on the floor. Yet he's still here, feeling up his stomach and chest while making more marks on his starting-to-glisten neck. Bakugou exhales harder when the duelist pulls back from him, dropping his head a bit to "glare" down at him. That hand under his shirt is making his skin get all shivery.]

Don't make it sound like you're surprised.

[thundercrashes]

Hey, I'm not surprised at all that you have them, obviously. You're a hero, of course you have muscles.

[But now he gets to touch them instead of just looking at them. And what can he say, he appreciates how fit Bakugou is. Now that he's not trying to mark up Bakugou's neck, he instead has put all of his focus now on exploring his boyfriend's skin as best as he can with his hands here, trying to find and map out whatever spots that the other boy likes being touched the most on his chest... is he a pecs kind of guy, or lower stomach kind of guy?]

[blastedass]

I didn't say you were! [Just that he sounded surprised! Petty. Bakugou takes great care in his build and health. Manjoume taking interest and attention to his definitions is both a flattery and a pleasurable sensation. While his neck's free of further hickey attempts, now he has to deal with those hands wandering over his stomach and chest, making his breath hitch when Manjoume finds something sensitive. His body tenses slightly when Manjoume messes with the scars on his left shoulder, lower right abdomen, and center of his chest, but it turns out he's a little more sensitive on the lower stomach area, unless Manjoume's deliberately going after his pecs like a perv.]

[thundercrashes]

[Nah, once he realizes that Bakugou is more sensitive around his lower stomach, he won't bother with his pecs and instead focus more attention on that area after he's traced over Bakugou's scars in those other places carefully. He's not really in a good position to do anything particularly bold like using something other than his hands here, but he can still press his fingers and trace whatever random patterns come to mind there for as long as he can get away with at his lower stomach, above the waistline of his pants, before Bakugou potentially tells him to cut this shit out.]

[blastedass]

[He wondered what Manjoume was going to do when he came upon his scars. Bakugou used to think scars were evidence of mistakes and weakness, but came to understand they were actually marks of strength and proof of survival. (Depending how you got them.) Manjoume didn't spend a lot of time on them, treating them like any other part of his body, which was nice. Those hands over his stomach send a rush of sensation across his skin, one part sensitive, almost ticklish, the other part making his belly tense up in pleasure as those touches wander here and there, tracing the outlines and curves of his definitions. Manjoume's not gonna get told to stop for at least a minute or two while Bakugou watches him curiously from above.]

[thundercrashes]

[This is pretty nice... but Manjoume's starting to feel a little left out here, being the one doing all the touching while Bakugou just watches him. After a moment of steeling himself, he removes one of his hands, but it's so that he can grab one of Bakugou's wrists that won't cause the other boy to collapse on top of him from his current hovering position, and redirect it to the hem of his own shirt as he swallows.]

You can... you can touch me too, if you want to.

[blastedass]

[Bakugo smirks at the needy action and permission before curling his fingers in Manjoume's shirt hem.]

Did you really need to give me permission?

[Yeah, he was waiting, but only because he's supporting himself here. Now he pushes his hand under the other boy's shirt, feeling over the flat spans of his stomach and dipping his middle finger into his navel as he climbs higher on his chest. Fingers curl, massaging smooth skin and taut muscle, before he draws back down, trailing them over Manjoume's sides as he uses his legs to better support his body rather than his arms.]

[thundercrashes]

Apparently yes, since you weren't doing anyth--

[Whatever cheeky remark he's trying to say in response ends up being cut off with a gasp as Bakugou's hand slides up under Manjoume's shirt. A very fast way to shut him up aside from kissing him, but that's probably no surprise as a guy that's been pretty starved of physical affection up to now. He somehow sinks a little further against the couch here, his own hands going lax from where they had been inside of Bakugou's shirt as he's become distracted by the feeling of the other's boys hands feeling out his own chest and stomach here.]

[blastedass]

[That shut him up. Bakugou's mouth curves in a grin when he moves his hands along Manjoume's chest, feeling over the taut plane of his stomach before reaching to the outline of his pectorals. With those hands no longer roaming his own torso, Bakugou's got more time to focus on the duelist, mapping out the curve of his ribs and the slight taper of his sides down to his hips before traveling back up. When he slides down the couch, Bakugou shifts a little so he can better manhandle Manjoume without shoving him around too much. Nevermind the shirt getting hiked up further to expose his chest and stomach.]

[thundercrashes]

[Oh... Manjoume's face goes pink and he looks a little flustered, but he doesn't stop Bakugou from hiking his shirt up further and making it so that Bakugou can actually see his chest and stomach here. He's definitely not as muscular as Bakugou, but he'd like to take pride in the fact that he has actually some muscle of his own as opposed to none at all. It's difficult not to end up developing muscles during those times when you had to run for your life or something from whatever insanity a duel didn't solve. If he has anything to be embarrassed about these days, it's probably how pale he is in comparison.

Then again, that might not be the case for long depending on how much touching Bakugou plans to do here now that his shirt is not in the way.]

[blastedass]

[That's the reason he pushes his shirt up. Hands are one thing, feeling and touching to get a mapping of what's under that shirt. But once it's all the way up, out of the equation, now he can see everything he hands had been touching. Not that he hasn't seen Manjoume shirtless before. Never in this light though. Some people might not think duelists would need any kind of build, but seeing what some of them get up to and have to endure in those matches, Bakugou would've been surprised if Manjoume wasn't fit and toned. He can't say much for the other boy's light skin; Bkaugou's pretty fair himself, not sporting a tan or anything either. Kirishima's even a shade darker than him. Though time will tell once the blonde gets out into the field and spends more time outside in the sun on missions than sitting inside for classes and dorm life.]

[thundercrashes]

[Even if Bakugou isn't the only person to have seen Manjoume shirtless, on account of the public bath at Duel Academy, he is certainly the only person who gets to actually admire him like this. There had been attempts at pinching or tickling from classmates like Shou or Judai in the past when they were rough-housing or what have you, but this is a very different sort of experience, Bakugou's fingers exploratory and with intent than just a quick teasing prod.

There's a slight ticklish sensation when he's brushing along his ribs, but Manjoume's most sensitive spots appear to be his own lower stomach not unlike Bakugou, but also close to his pectoral area judging by the quiet sighs and gasps he makes while letting Bakugou touch and manhandle him here.]

[blastedass]

[If no one else bothered to admire Manjoume in the baths, that's their loss. Or they didn't have any attraction to him back then. Who the fuck knows. Bakugou's ironically not been the recipient or instigator of any battles in the bath or locker room, though he's certainly been one to yell at people for taking too long, being too loud, or otherwise bothering him. Nothing like this, where he's running his hand over the other boy's torso, feeling up his collar and then sliding down to his stomach.

Bakugou doesn't spend too much time on Manjoume's ribs, sensing that ticklish tension, though he finds a better area on his lower abdomen. Fingers trace along his stomach, middle fingers circling then dipping into his navel, before spreading out and returning up to his chest to play along the curve of his pectorals.]

[thundercrashes]

[Honestly, Manjoume wouldn't really know if he actually had any secret admirers during those times. He had been too distracted by his own crush on Asuka to even conceive of anyone that might have thought otherwise, and even then he still might not have noticed otherwise even once his focus went from his interest in Asuka to being even more interested in Bakugou instead.

As much as Manjoume likes the touch of Bakugou's hands here, he's starting to get antsy, wanting to do more than just lie back like he had been doing for a little while now. So after a moment, he lifts his hands up again to try to grasp Bakugou's face and bring his lips back to Manjoume's so that he can go back to kissing him, but keeps his arms in a good position so that they don't obstruct Bakugou's continued mapping of his skin.

[blastedass]

[Bakugou doesn't have any interest in who might have been interested in Manjoume before versus who Manjoume might have been interested in earlier. He'd never bothered to notice people liked him (like that) or had any inkling towards liking someone else until deeper into his first year of high school. Hell, he never got a Valentines all middle school because the other students were scared of him, and he made it obvious he thought the holiday sucked.

This is completely different. When Manjoume grips his face and pulls him up, Bakugou goes with him, moving so his arms flank the other boy's shoulders and ribs and his body hovers atop the duelist's in a warm cage. He leans into the kiss, eyes closing as his hips settle down and slot against Manjoume's in a lazy grind. He'll get back to mapping out the other's figure in a little bit; he can feel everything he wants like this too, from the arch of his chest to the dip of his waist and the motion of his legs.]

I somehow lost this tag in my inbox and only now found it again??

[thundercrashes]

[Valentine's Day does suck, Bakugou isn't wrong about that--granted, Manjoume is a romantic, but he only feels that way about Valentine's when he actually has someone he wants to try to spend it with. Otherwise it's just kind of another holiday ending in y if you're spending it alone.

Manjoume had wondered vaguely in the past if having someone on top of him like this would be too heavy or uncomfortable, but he can confidently say that this is not the case. He feels rather cozy and warm in the cage of Bakugou's arms here while they kiss, and yes, aroused as Bakugou's hips meet his in a lazy grind. The latter of which might eventually have him squirming and eager to do something about it, especially if Bakugou decides to go back to mapping out his skin under his turtleneck, but for now he's too comfortable in his reclined position kissing his boyfriend to worry about that yet...]