[HE'S NOT A VAMPIRE! HE'S A RESPONSIBLE GUY! And don't get used to it, because next time, he's gonna barge in the moment Obikawa opens the stupid door.
Damn, this guy wasn't kidding when he said the place was clean. Enough so that Bakugo's expression crinkles in suspicion.]
Have you even been using this fucking room?
[A seven apartment is far more spacious and pleasant than a three. Tch, shitty ranking system trying to pit people against each other. Bakugo doesn't need more than a few inspections to admit the guy's room is, indeed, neat and clean. But now there's a disclaimer waiting to be proven.
Can't say it's "clean" if you don't even use it. That's cheating.]
At what? Keeping hotel rooms? [Nope, they did not say a lot about each other their first meeting.]
I gotta sleep somewhere. And it’s not gonna be in someone else’s bed. [ For now, while he’s keeping his distance. ]
I was a janitor. Had to keep everything squeaky clean in the subways… and those can get nasty. [ He cants his head just slightly, strands of blond brushing against his cheek. ] I only like making messes if I know someone else is gonna clean it up.
Tch! [He's held to the same thought process since getting here. Other people spend the night with their friends, companions, partners, whatever, but Bakugo isn't ready to get that close to someone yet. Minus Hawks, but that only lasted a month before his worldmate went back to his world. Again, apparently...]
It's clean. [Even a finger across the top of the dresser and desk didn't return with any dust. This guy was telling the truth, dammit.]
Ha! Hahaha! [ Almost like a child Obikawa laughs, pointing his index finger to Bakugo with a wide grin as he giggles mirthfully. ] Actin' all surprised just cause you found out that I clean up after myself! You really thought it was gonna a pigsty in here?
[ To be fair, he knows how to ruin a place... if has a cat. ]
At least you're not gonna act like a sore loser, right?
SHUT UP, BASTARD!! [Bakugo slaps Obikawa's hand away with a grabbed pillow. Stop pointing at him like you're a fucking five-year old! Not like the blonde isn't snarling with all the grumpy bristling of a dog caught red handed at pilfering. He throws the pillow at him soon after with a scowl.
Of course he thought it was gonna be a wreck in there! Obikawa didn't look like someone who'd keep his room neat! The reminder of the bet earns a hard eye roll.]
I'm not a sore loser, dammit! [Yes he is, and showing it.]
Why are you using my own stuff against me!? [ Pouting, he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. Exhaling a sigh as his bottom lip pokes outward, glancing over to the side. ]
I was just kidding about the bet part. I'm not a freak.
He is a freak. Don't let all his pouting fool you; Obikawa is manipulative to a fault, a vice that he refuses to let go of despite every lie being thrown back at him in the form of a punch. Multiple punches. ]
[He meant a freak according to the resort. If Obikawa wants to prove himself his own freak later, he'll call him out on that. And if he manipulates him, well Bakugo will knock him through a wall.
[ Wow. Isn’t he excited to punch someone? Especially someone who deserves it —
Obikawa’s struck in the stomach, abs flinching in response as there’s an unexpected wind knocked out of him; breath caught in the back of his throat. A hand moves to his stomach where he was hit, gripping his shirt as a light groan of pain escapes his lips, head hanging low. ]
Owwwww, I wasn’t expecting you to hit so hard. What the heck? [ There’s hardly any signs of pain in his expression, nor in his voice. If anything, it only sounds like Obikawa is whining. ]
But that wasn’t so bad. [ He’s mumbling to himself, but it’s hardly a whisper. ] His punches were nothing like that, and he was so angry… huh… [ Finally he lifts his head and brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. ]
You know… you’re really weird.
[ said the man that was asking to get punched but lmao ]
[He would if he didn't know the guy getting punched was gonna get a fucking boner off it! That's weird as fuck!
Still punches him though. Deal's a deal.
Shit, did Obikawa even try to tighten his stomach? Breath rushes out with a "whoosh" and he feels the guy curl over his fist for a moment, red eyes watching his body to make sure there's no severe damage (i.e. blood out his mouth). Bakugo lowers his arm, not finding a lot of satisfaction from that like he otherwise might have. Made him feel... dirty.]
I pulled that one.
[And he didn't even use his explosions. The hell? This guy isn't showing any show of pain. No wincing, no strain in his voice. Whining like he got a bad grade instead of a caved-in abdominal wall.
Is he talking about him or...? No, not with the second part. Bakugo pulls a face when Obikawa looks up at him.]
But you agreed to do it -- and actually did it! That's crazy!
[ Obikawa exhales, still rubbing at his stomach. Thankful he hadn't ate recently and avoiding the possibility of getting sick, consuming the ache in his belly before he drops his hand. ]
Thanks, though, I just wanted to check something... and I don't think there's a lot of people here who'd just hit someone if they asked. Maybe.
What the fuck's crazy about doing what you said you would, shitty baka?!
[That said, he's certainly not going to ask about the OTHER reason Obikawa wanted him to punch him. That's the guy's issue to figure out on his own. And yes, Bakugo's tilting to the side slightly, in case he has to avoid potential puke.
He frowns at the mention of checking "something" and shoves his hands into his pockets.]
What the hell made you wanna know in the first place?
[Am I a masochist? isn't a question that pops up randomly.]
[ Maybe I'm a masochist, is something he doesn't say out loud. But he has to think back to Tokinaga, to the night he had confronted him after all of the betrayal; the lives Obikawa had taken away from him, the tender memories swapped for a lifetime of night terrors that he was never going to apologize for.
When he was hit by him that night he could only reach out tenderly, yearning and hopeful. For once he began to understand the confusing sensation that was love.
But Bakugo didn't need to know any of those details that he keeps within his ribcage as a secret. ]
[Uh ... yeah so don't tell him what's going through your mind right now, Obikawa. That'll be even weirder than getting a boner off being punched. It's one thing to get punched into arousal; it's another to get punched and remember you might actually love someone, with death involved.
If anything, Bakugo's keeping an eye on Obikawa for a final few moments to make sure he's fine. His expression flattens at the blunt statement.
[ Will talking about the complicated feelings he has on a person he was dishonest with and inflicted irreversible damage on a turn off? Don't answer that.
Unceremoniously Obikawa brings a hand to his lap, inching closer to his crotch with a wide spread of his fingers. It's not unfamiliar, but it takes a moment for him to register his own body's response -- it's a different sensation than when Yoriko took off his pants, his lips twisting into a frown. ]
It did. [ Huh. Okay. ] But that's fine, right? It'd be more concerning if my dick didn't get hard while I'm here.
[ Please don't let him ignore the fact that he's currently experiencing being turned on by getting punched. ]
[Does that even need an answer?! At least when asked to a normal, sane person.
Bakugo keeps his attention on Obikawa's face, not at all intending to watch the guy grope himself. Why the hell is he even asking? Maybe because he's in a shitty sex resort and this kind of shit... happens. Also because Obikawa made a bet with him earlier and Bakugo's chafing against his damn loss.
It did. Great. Doesn't he feel slimy right now.]
You wouldn't have a damn libido if you didn't in this stupid place.
[Can we ignore that Obikawa just got turned on by getting punched?!]
I don't plan to~ Plus I've never been in a real fight my entire life!
[ He leans to left side, then the right, before he stops and looks up at Bakugo with an immediate switch of tone; airy and light to an octave deeper. ]
But it's good that I'm turned on, ain't it? Since you lost the bet and all.
[Bakugo narrows his eyes at that. Okay so unfortunately Obikawa brings up a problem.]
Do you know how to fight?
[There's some kind of intensity in his tone, a serious dip.
Only to waver some when the other guy sways a few times and looks at him. What the hell is he- DAMMIT!! Bakugo tenses up royally, bristling and all when the bet's called up. Shit! He was banking on him forgetting it!]
[ He's not going to answer that question. He can fight, and he can just knock someone's head clean off their shoulders if he wanted -- but that's a secret he intends to keep for a little bit longer.
Obikawa pats his lap, his expression evident of mirth. ]
[Tch. Fine, he can keep silent and end up mauled by whatever else the resort comes up with next. Aggressive whatever else. They had statues, water reflections, the fucking murder paintings. Knowing how to fight here is a strangely important ability. Not one he thought would be relevant when he first arrived... save for kicking some rapist's ass.]
YOU ASS!! [Don't slap your lap and say that to him so crudely! Not that Bakugo's one to talk. Grumbling, he resists for a second before going for his pants. Deal's a deal. A quick snap of his fly and drag of his zipper flares open V and he shucks the front and his boxer briefs down enough to expose himself. Limp, duh, but nicely above average for his height.
[ Obikawa is wide-eyed, staring with a glint as any other “normal” person would while expecting someone to expose themselves. Portraying genuine curiosity as he watches Bakugo peel away at fabric until — ]
You’re still soft? [ Offended. Genuinely. ]
I mean, okay, but — Didn’t you come over expecting to get jerked off at least? You’re not even a little bit excited?
[ Please don’t mind that Obikawa is poking at the shaft of the young man’s cock. Like wow. Look at it… lookin’ like a worm… ]
Are you just gonna fucking stare at it?! [Yeah, yell at the guy who's planning on putting his hand on your dick. Why the hell is Obikawa ogling it like some lewd perver- Oh right. Bakugo instantly bristles at his reaction.]
Haa?! We spent ten fucking minutes talking about punching you! [Not really, but the topic of sex wasn't hotly debated with dirty talk since he walked through the door! And then Bakugo did punch him...]
Oy! Stop poking it! [What, does Obikawa walk around with a raging boner 100% of the time?]
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Date: 10/29/24 02:13 (UTC)Damn, this guy wasn't kidding when he said the place was clean. Enough so that Bakugo's expression crinkles in suspicion.]
Have you even been using this fucking room?
[A seven apartment is far more spacious and pleasant than a three. Tch, shitty ranking system trying to pit people against each other. Bakugo doesn't need more than a few inspections to admit the guy's room is, indeed, neat and clean. But now there's a disclaimer waiting to be proven.
Can't say it's "clean" if you don't even use it. That's cheating.]
At what? Keeping hotel rooms? [Nope, they did not say a lot about each other their first meeting.]
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Date: 10/29/24 03:32 (UTC)I was a janitor. Had to keep everything squeaky clean in the subways… and those can get nasty. [ He cants his head just slightly, strands of blond brushing against his cheek. ] I only like making messes if I know someone else is gonna clean it up.
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Date: 10/29/24 03:45 (UTC)It's clean. [Even a finger across the top of the dresser and desk didn't return with any dust. This guy was telling the truth, dammit.]
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Date: 10/29/24 16:43 (UTC)[ To be fair, he knows how to ruin a place... if has a cat. ]
At least you're not gonna act like a sore loser, right?
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Date: 10/29/24 20:31 (UTC)Of course he thought it was gonna be a wreck in there! Obikawa didn't look like someone who'd keep his room neat! The reminder of the bet earns a hard eye roll.]
I'm not a sore loser, dammit! [Yes he is, and showing it.]
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Date: 10/30/24 00:07 (UTC)I was just kidding about the bet part. I'm not a freak.
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Date: 10/30/24 00:30 (UTC)[There are harder things around. Yet his expression twitches in irritation when Obikawa sinks down on the bed and practically pouts.
Tch, is this guy really gonna say that with such a look on his face? It's a few seconds before Bakugo lowers his arms.]
You're not a freak, dumbass. [Some people area, but this guy's not.] And you won.
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Date: 10/30/24 01:00 (UTC)He is a freak. Don't let all his pouting fool you; Obikawa is manipulative to a fault, a vice that he refuses to let go of despite every lie being thrown back at him in the form of a punch. Multiple punches. ]
So you'll punch me?
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Date: 10/30/24 01:41 (UTC)Or be given the chance to do that right now.]
Face or stomach?
[Cracking his knuckles.]
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Date: 10/31/24 21:39 (UTC)[ There's excitement ringing from his throat, as if he's just delighted in offering Bakugo a grand prize. ]
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Date: 10/31/24 21:50 (UTC)WHAM! Right in the stomach.
Look, he'll avoid breaking his nose.]
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Date: 11/4/24 19:51 (UTC)Obikawa’s struck in the stomach, abs flinching in response as there’s an unexpected wind knocked out of him; breath caught in the back of his throat. A hand moves to his stomach where he was hit, gripping his shirt as a light groan of pain escapes his lips, head hanging low. ]
Owwwww, I wasn’t expecting you to hit so hard. What the heck? [ There’s hardly any signs of pain in his expression, nor in his voice. If anything, it only sounds like Obikawa is whining. ]
But that wasn’t so bad. [ He’s mumbling to himself, but it’s hardly a whisper. ] His punches were nothing like that, and he was so angry… huh… [ Finally he lifts his head and brushes a few strands of hair from his eyes. ]
You know… you’re really weird.
[ said the man that was asking to get punched but lmao ]
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Date: 11/4/24 21:05 (UTC)Still punches him though. Deal's a deal.
Shit, did Obikawa even try to tighten his stomach? Breath rushes out with a "whoosh" and he feels the guy curl over his fist for a moment, red eyes watching his body to make sure there's no severe damage (i.e. blood out his mouth). Bakugo lowers his arm, not finding a lot of satisfaction from that like he otherwise might have. Made him feel... dirty.]
I pulled that one.
[And he didn't even use his explosions. The hell? This guy isn't showing any show of pain. No wincing, no strain in his voice. Whining like he got a bad grade instead of a caved-in abdominal wall.
Is he talking about him or...? No, not with the second part. Bakugo pulls a face when Obikawa looks up at him.]
You just ask me to punch you, fucking weirdo!
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Date: 11/5/24 18:28 (UTC)[ Obikawa exhales, still rubbing at his stomach. Thankful he hadn't ate recently and avoiding the possibility of getting sick, consuming the ache in his belly before he drops his hand. ]
Thanks, though, I just wanted to check something... and I don't think there's a lot of people here who'd just hit someone if they asked. Maybe.
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Date: 11/5/24 22:05 (UTC)[That said, he's certainly not going to ask about the OTHER reason Obikawa wanted him to punch him. That's the guy's issue to figure out on his own. And yes, Bakugo's tilting to the side slightly, in case he has to avoid potential puke.
He frowns at the mention of checking "something" and shoves his hands into his pockets.]
What the hell made you wanna know in the first place?
[Am I a masochist? isn't a question that pops up randomly.]
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Date: 11/7/24 20:42 (UTC)When he was hit by him that night he could only reach out tenderly, yearning and hopeful. For once he began to understand the confusing sensation that was love.
But Bakugo didn't need to know any of those details that he keeps within his ribcage as a secret. ]
Oh I just thought it made me hard.
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Date: 11/7/24 20:49 (UTC)If anything, Bakugo's keeping an eye on Obikawa for a final few moments to make sure he's fine. His expression flattens at the blunt statement.
Dammit, are you really going to make him ask?!]
Did it?
[Fuck.]
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Date: 11/9/24 22:12 (UTC)Unceremoniously Obikawa brings a hand to his lap, inching closer to his crotch with a wide spread of his fingers. It's not unfamiliar, but it takes a moment for him to register his own body's response -- it's a different sensation than when Yoriko took off his pants, his lips twisting into a frown. ]
It did. [ Huh. Okay. ] But that's fine, right? It'd be more concerning if my dick didn't get hard while I'm here.
[ Please don't let him ignore the fact that he's currently experiencing being turned on by getting punched. ]
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Date: 11/9/24 22:31 (UTC)Bakugo keeps his attention on Obikawa's face, not at all intending to watch the guy grope himself. Why the hell is he even asking? Maybe because he's in a shitty sex resort and this kind of shit... happens. Also because Obikawa made a bet with him earlier and Bakugo's chafing against his damn loss.
It did. Great. Doesn't he feel slimy right now.]
You wouldn't have a damn libido if you didn't in this stupid place.
[Can we ignore that Obikawa just got turned on by getting punched?!]
Better not get into any fights.
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Date: 11/10/24 00:47 (UTC)I don't plan to~ Plus I've never been in a real fight my entire life!
[ He leans to left side, then the right, before he stops and looks up at Bakugo with an immediate switch of tone; airy and light to an octave deeper. ]
But it's good that I'm turned on, ain't it? Since you lost the bet and all.
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Date: 11/10/24 02:26 (UTC)Do you know how to fight?
[There's some kind of intensity in his tone, a serious dip.
Only to waver some when the other guy sways a few times and looks at him. What the hell is he- DAMMIT!! Bakugo tenses up royally, bristling and all when the bet's called up. Shit! He was banking on him forgetting it!]
I know that, dammit!
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Date: 11/15/24 00:38 (UTC)Obikawa pats his lap, his expression evident of mirth. ]
Then lemme see your dick!
[ Elegant. ]
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Date: 11/15/24 03:11 (UTC)YOU ASS!! [Don't slap your lap and say that to him so crudely! Not that Bakugo's one to talk. Grumbling, he resists for a second before going for his pants. Deal's a deal. A quick snap of his fly and drag of his zipper flares open V and he shucks the front and his boxer briefs down enough to expose himself. Limp, duh, but nicely above average for his height.
Bakugo got all the good genes.]
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Date: 11/15/24 03:39 (UTC)You’re still soft? [ Offended. Genuinely. ]
I mean, okay, but — Didn’t you come over expecting to get jerked off at least? You’re not even a little bit excited?
[ Please don’t mind that Obikawa is poking at the shaft of the young man’s cock. Like wow. Look at it… lookin’ like a worm… ]
thank you, i almost spit my drink laughing at obi's reaction
Date: 11/15/24 03:47 (UTC)Haa?! We spent ten fucking minutes talking about punching you! [Not really, but the topic of sex wasn't hotly debated with dirty talk since he walked through the door! And then Bakugo did punch him...]
Oy! Stop poking it! [What, does Obikawa walk around with a raging boner 100% of the time?]
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