[They have widely different moments of incredulous disbelief right now, but Bakugo's too wrapped up in how good the damn thing feels to bother with anything but Obikawa's mouth and tongue. His lips gripping at the base of his dick, teeth scraping at the sensitive skin sending bolts of sensation straight into his hips, and the plush slick walls of his throat constricting around his head and whatever inches of his shaft he managed to shove down the other man's neck.
No apologies for gripping his hair like a fucking horse's mane while riding bareback. Bakugo digs his fingers into Obikawa's hair, eyes cringing half shut as his skin ripples nerves all over his body. Radiating from his hips as gusts of hot breath rush across his groin and run down his pelvic v to caress his balls. Some of the tension eases as Obikawa seems to open his mouth a bit wider, causing Bakugo's breath to catch at the strange feeling of cooler, by comparison, air rushes in along a narrow valley beneath his dick.
Unfamiliar, but damn if he wants to stop. Instinct tells him to move, to thrust, but as his hips tighten, abs harden, body preparing to do exactly that, an arm snakes around his waist and wraps, holding him flush against Obikawa's mouth. Bakugo grunts in surprise and mild protest, glaring down at the man as his dick twitches and spurts precum straight down his throat. Balls draw up on his chin, smooth sac brushing at his skin. Fuck, this bastard almost made him cum like that!
He braces his legs on the floor, accepting he's not gonna be thrusting or going anywhere. The sheer newness of the sensation already has his body churning with pressure balling behind his stomach, ready to drop. Cussing under his breath, Bakugo tightens his core, abs standing out beneath his skin, and twitches his cock inside Obikawa's mouth. Once, twice, flexing and moving it as best he can under that imprisoning arm. If he can't move, fine, he'll get himself off on this guy's mouth and throat alone. That tongue's... fucking insane.]
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Date: 2/7/25 04:23 (UTC)No apologies for gripping his hair like a fucking horse's mane while riding bareback. Bakugo digs his fingers into Obikawa's hair, eyes cringing half shut as his skin ripples nerves all over his body. Radiating from his hips as gusts of hot breath rush across his groin and run down his pelvic v to caress his balls. Some of the tension eases as Obikawa seems to open his mouth a bit wider, causing Bakugo's breath to catch at the strange feeling of cooler, by comparison, air rushes in along a narrow valley beneath his dick.
Unfamiliar, but damn if he wants to stop. Instinct tells him to move, to thrust, but as his hips tighten, abs harden, body preparing to do exactly that, an arm snakes around his waist and wraps, holding him flush against Obikawa's mouth. Bakugo grunts in surprise and mild protest, glaring down at the man as his dick twitches and spurts precum straight down his throat. Balls draw up on his chin, smooth sac brushing at his skin. Fuck, this bastard almost made him cum like that!
He braces his legs on the floor, accepting he's not gonna be thrusting or going anywhere. The sheer newness of the sensation already has his body churning with pressure balling behind his stomach, ready to drop. Cussing under his breath, Bakugo tightens his core, abs standing out beneath his skin, and twitches his cock inside Obikawa's mouth. Once, twice, flexing and moving it as best he can under that imprisoning arm. If he can't move, fine, he'll get himself off on this guy's mouth and throat alone. That tongue's... fucking insane.]