[ 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?]
Don't be such a braaaaaaaat~ [ The word ends in a drawl, Obikawa rolling his eyes before clicking his tongue. However nothing about expression reads annoyance as much as it does teasing: lips curled into a mischievous grin, his posture sat upright with interest.
He takes Bakugo's cock into his hand, palming the flesh with a gentle touch; he's mimicking what he's learned from his experience with Yoriko. The situation was the same, at least, with her desperately trying to get him hard despite the obvious detachment.
But instead of showing any signs of disinterest, Obikawa at least knows that he needs to have an expression ready; half-lidded eyes and a coy smile. ] Right, right, you want me to touch it like this, huh?
I don't wanna hear that from you! [Obikawa's being as big a brat as he is! Because damn right he figures the other man is teasing him. That curved mouth, piqued body posture, eyes leering at him. Bakugo scowls as he crosses his arms over his chest, face flushed red from the awkward situation.
Teeth grit against the sensation as Obikawa's fingers wrap around his dick, rolling his member against his palm. It's doesn't take much for the feelings to pump arousal into his cock, slowly thickening and hardening in the other man's grip. Detached is not something happening here, dammit.
Bakugo clicks his tongue in embarrassment, glancing to the side at the question.] The hell, have you never done this before? Of course you do it like that!
[ It's different; intimate pleasure was never any of the Gods chased when the emerged from the sea, which is probably why they were so easily manipulated in participating. Obikawa was an outlier who typically stood in the shadows to observe while focusing on bringing fear in the invasive humans that did nothing but poison their home.
So. Yeah. Jerking a guy off is a little new. ]
Yeah. [ It's said loud enough for both of them to hear. Obikawa isn't ashamed, however, his hand continuing to roll up and down the length of Bakugo's cock once it's hardened. Not a difficult task at all -- or maybe the younger of the pair is just easy. ] I've only had it done to me a couple of times... but I'll do whatever that makes you feel good, so tell me what you like.
[No shit, if all this guy did was stand back and stare like a weird ass voyeur. Bakugo certainly hasn't watched other people do it, even though he knows how it's done. Mostly because he's jerked off by himself. He's still a young man who gets urges. And there aren't as many non-related distractions in this place.]
You haven't?! [He's letting some clueless guy jerk him off?! ... Apparently. Bakugo grits his teeth, half intending to smack Obikawa's hand away, but ultimately resists the urge. Dammit. It's annoying that he's still staring at it. Twitching and throbbing slightly in his hand.]
Tch, it's fine. [Clumsy and exploring, but at least he's not throttling his dick or something. The question to ask what he's had done before is there, but he shuts it down.] Use more of your hand. You're barely moving.
[ A human has urges, but for a God like Obikawa he lacks the instinct desire of pleasure that an average man would have experienced. He's aware and has seen intimacy in the eyes of the people he has devoured however -- though he could never feel or imagine the warmth of another person's flesh melding or being caressed into his.
As instructed -- and remembering how Yoriko performed on him -- he begins to move his hand more. Starting at the base of Bakugo's cock before he rolls his hand up to the tip, his strokes long and deliberately torturous as his stomach twists with something new. It's different than when he was in the body of Minami, it's foreign and his own sensation that makes his mouth water. ] Do you like it better when someone's rough with you?
[ He parts his lips, allowing a sliver of pink to peak from in between as he sits the tip of Bakugo's cock on top of his tongue. He continues to move his hand, pumping a little faster as he salivates over the taste of the younger man. ]
[Sounds like a sad existence. Are all gods that pathetic, unable to enjoy the things they created compared to their own creations? Who knows. It's not like he's been running around getting his own hands on other people and experiencing the heat of skin or watching their expressions change with his touch. Well... here he has. A little.
Bakugo rolls his lower lip over his teeth, biting it on instinct as Obikawa starts using his hand. Pushing down to his base, causing his fingers to curl into fists, before dragging upward in a long, stupidly slow stroke to the head. Getting there makes his hips twitch, not sure if he wants to pull back and off or thrust forward to get the full wrap of his hand back again.
His stomach muscles, hidden behind his shirt, clench against his skin from the sensation, what visible tops of his thigh hardening as he shifts his weight to one hip.] I'm not made of glass, dammit.
[Is that answering? Red eyes widen slightly as a hot pink slithers out between Obikawa's teeth and rests on his glans. Fuck, wait a second... he said jerk him off, not suck-!] Fuck...
[ Gods just enjoy being chaotic -- not dissimilar of how Obikawa is provided an inch and quite easily takes a mile, the opportunity just a breath away and he wastes no time in taking it. Half of it is done in genuine curiosity, but the other, more familiar and expected, half is all because he wants to see a reaction. Bakugo provides a response that catches his attention enough that the God can't help but explore. ]
-- Tastes weird.
[ Of course, he can't do so silently. But before Bakugo can possibly curse him -- or maybe not, if he's fast enough -- Obikawa spreads his lips around the tip of his cock. Taking him slowly into his mouth, a foreign concept only made familiar by the memories of others that he latches on to. ]
[He'll still punch the guy on his damn head if he puts those teeth to poor use! Bakugo's not some damn prude who doesn't know what a blowjob is, but knowing something and experiencing it are two really different things! He's letting this guy take his goddamn dick in his mouth! Complete with strong teeth, moving tongue, a throat at the back of it, and everything else a blowjob logically comes with. He presses his hands against the wall behind him, one foot bracing on the floor as Obikawa doesn't show any signs of stopping. Tch... neither's he.]
Don't comment on it, dammit! [Not like Bakugo's never licked a finger after jerking off. Lips pass over his glans and the blonde grunts softly as he tenses up. Fuck, it feels weird. The way his mouth slides across his head and over the first inch of his shaft. His face wrangles into a mixture of grimace and wary sensation, cock jumping slightly without permission as Obikawa's tongue messes with it.]
[ It's better for them to both to learn, then; Obikawa's taking this as an opportunity to do something different, to adapt, and he only expects Bakugo to do the same.
But it doesn't come without surprises, apparently. As this is the first time he feels an organ twitch eagerly in his mouth when the objective is the pleasure them. Instinctively there's the gut feeling to swallow hard, expanding his throat and just taking all of the young man in, but Obikawa restrains himself --
He'll push more of him down his throat, but only inch by antagonizing inch. Grabbing the young man by the waist and holding him still as he takes him deeper, feeling the head of his cock poke at the back of his throat and briefly gag at the intrusion. Obikawa pulls away, tongue dragging against the underside of his cock. It's a brief moment of pause, a second to inhale a breath, before he's swallowing Bakugo's length once more.
His stomach twists, a newly found sensation spreading across every nerve of his body and invading all logic as he can't help but salivate. Drool beginning to drip down to his chin as his head bobs faster, finding a steady pace. ]
[Don't expect him to do anything but 100% effort! He's always taken to new things quickly, though when the hell did he consider getting a damn blowjob being one of those new things?
Bakugo grits his teeth at the sensation, not at all used to feeling something moving against his member. Not like that. Shorts, water, even his hand on rare occasion, but someone else's mouth? He braces his feet on the ground, not sure if he wants to keep his hips steady or if he's supposed to move. Last thing he wants is gagging this guy and... yeah.
Fingers twitch, one hand swinging around and burying into Obikawa's hair. Inch by inch, fucking slow and crazy, halted from moving by hands snagging on his waist. Bakugo growls softly, warning and pleasure, maybe even question, when Obikawa's smooth palate and flexing tongue turn into something softer and more pliable.]
Oy! Don't fucking choke! [He felt him gag! Bakugo's a split second from shoving the man's head back when Obikawa does it himself, tongue curling along his dick's bottom. Fuck, was that supposed to feel so good? It does when he drops down again, teeth and tongue sliding over his shaft and earning a low pant from Bakugo's lips. Fuck...]
You got... a minute... before I start moving. [Fair warning as he watches Obikawa's head bob back and forth on his member, rocking beneath his hips as light catches on the drooling rivulet towards his chin. Damn, he's really going at it.]
[ It's a rare occasion for him to gag on anything considering his real body, but that's a secret he means to keep for a bit longer. For the time being he's focusing on this little game, the fact that he's without anyone familiar in this sex hotel, and that he obviously has a cock in his mouth.
There's exhales a quick sigh, his breath heated and vibrating around Bakugo's length as he can't help but laugh. The idea of choking is hilarious, but there's something cunning in the way that Bakugo phrases it as a threat -- for once it brings a wave of anticipation, starting at the tip of his tongue and to the pit of his stomach. And if he was meant to be giving him a warning Obikawa clearly doesn't perceive it as anything potentially dangerous.
At least not for him. Bakugo, maybe? He might just get into facefucking... but that's not his problem.
Obikawa glances up, eyes peering up in slits. It's a silent demand, if anything, for him to cut that time in half and move. ]
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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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Date: 11/16/24 23:25 (UTC)He takes Bakugo's cock into his hand, palming the flesh with a gentle touch; he's mimicking what he's learned from his experience with Yoriko. The situation was the same, at least, with her desperately trying to get him hard despite the obvious detachment.
But instead of showing any signs of disinterest, Obikawa at least knows that he needs to have an expression ready; half-lidded eyes and a coy smile. ] Right, right, you want me to touch it like this, huh?
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Date: 11/17/24 01:36 (UTC)Teeth grit against the sensation as Obikawa's fingers wrap around his dick, rolling his member against his palm. It's doesn't take much for the feelings to pump arousal into his cock, slowly thickening and hardening in the other man's grip. Detached is not something happening here, dammit.
Bakugo clicks his tongue in embarrassment, glancing to the side at the question.] The hell, have you never done this before? Of course you do it like that!
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Date: 11/26/24 00:34 (UTC)So. Yeah. Jerking a guy off is a little new. ]
Yeah. [ It's said loud enough for both of them to hear. Obikawa isn't ashamed, however, his hand continuing to roll up and down the length of Bakugo's cock once it's hardened. Not a difficult task at all -- or maybe the younger of the pair is just easy. ] I've only had it done to me a couple of times... but I'll do whatever that makes you feel good, so tell me what you like.
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Date: 11/26/24 01:52 (UTC)You haven't?! [He's letting some clueless guy jerk him off?! ... Apparently. Bakugo grits his teeth, half intending to smack Obikawa's hand away, but ultimately resists the urge. Dammit. It's annoying that he's still staring at it. Twitching and throbbing slightly in his hand.]
Tch, it's fine. [Clumsy and exploring, but at least he's not throttling his dick or something. The question to ask what he's had done before is there, but he shuts it down.] Use more of your hand. You're barely moving.
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Date: 12/7/24 01:09 (UTC)As instructed -- and remembering how Yoriko performed on him -- he begins to move his hand more. Starting at the base of Bakugo's cock before he rolls his hand up to the tip, his strokes long and deliberately torturous as his stomach twists with something new. It's different than when he was in the body of Minami, it's foreign and his own sensation that makes his mouth water. ] Do you like it better when someone's rough with you?
[ He parts his lips, allowing a sliver of pink to peak from in between as he sits the tip of Bakugo's cock on top of his tongue. He continues to move his hand, pumping a little faster as he salivates over the taste of the younger man. ]
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Date: 12/7/24 01:36 (UTC)Bakugo rolls his lower lip over his teeth, biting it on instinct as Obikawa starts using his hand. Pushing down to his base, causing his fingers to curl into fists, before dragging upward in a long, stupidly slow stroke to the head. Getting there makes his hips twitch, not sure if he wants to pull back and off or thrust forward to get the full wrap of his hand back again.
His stomach muscles, hidden behind his shirt, clench against his skin from the sensation, what visible tops of his thigh hardening as he shifts his weight to one hip.] I'm not made of glass, dammit.
[Is that answering? Red eyes widen slightly as a hot pink slithers out between Obikawa's teeth and rests on his glans. Fuck, wait a second... he said jerk him off, not suck-!] Fuck...
[This is gonna be a first for him.]
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Date: 12/27/24 02:26 (UTC)-- Tastes weird.
[ Of course, he can't do so silently. But before Bakugo can possibly curse him -- or maybe not, if he's fast enough -- Obikawa spreads his lips around the tip of his cock. Taking him slowly into his mouth, a foreign concept only made familiar by the memories of others that he latches on to. ]
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Date: 12/28/24 16:26 (UTC)Don't comment on it, dammit! [Not like Bakugo's never licked a finger after jerking off. Lips pass over his glans and the blonde grunts softly as he tenses up. Fuck, it feels weird. The way his mouth slides across his head and over the first inch of his shaft. His face wrangles into a mixture of grimace and wary sensation, cock jumping slightly without permission as Obikawa's tongue messes with it.]
sorry for the wait! feel free to drop this thread if it's been too long.
Date: 1/21/25 18:36 (UTC)But it doesn't come without surprises, apparently. As this is the first time he feels an organ twitch eagerly in his mouth when the objective is the pleasure them. Instinctively there's the gut feeling to swallow hard, expanding his throat and just taking all of the young man in, but Obikawa restrains himself --
He'll push more of him down his throat, but only inch by antagonizing inch. Grabbing the young man by the waist and holding him still as he takes him deeper, feeling the head of his cock poke at the back of his throat and briefly gag at the intrusion. Obikawa pulls away, tongue dragging against the underside of his cock. It's a brief moment of pause, a second to inhale a breath, before he's swallowing Bakugo's length once more.
His stomach twists, a newly found sensation spreading across every nerve of his body and invading all logic as he can't help but salivate. Drool beginning to drip down to his chin as his head bobs faster, finding a steady pace. ]
can't drop it. it's one of my cards. must see it through completion!
Date: 1/21/25 20:44 (UTC)Bakugo grits his teeth at the sensation, not at all used to feeling something moving against his member. Not like that. Shorts, water, even his hand on rare occasion, but someone else's mouth? He braces his feet on the ground, not sure if he wants to keep his hips steady or if he's supposed to move. Last thing he wants is gagging this guy and... yeah.
Fingers twitch, one hand swinging around and burying into Obikawa's hair. Inch by inch, fucking slow and crazy, halted from moving by hands snagging on his waist. Bakugo growls softly, warning and pleasure, maybe even question, when Obikawa's smooth palate and flexing tongue turn into something softer and more pliable.]
Oy! Don't fucking choke! [He felt him gag! Bakugo's a split second from shoving the man's head back when Obikawa does it himself, tongue curling along his dick's bottom. Fuck, was that supposed to feel so good? It does when he drops down again, teeth and tongue sliding over his shaft and earning a low pant from Bakugo's lips. Fuck...]
You got... a minute... before I start moving. [Fair warning as he watches Obikawa's head bob back and forth on his member, rocking beneath his hips as light catches on the drooling rivulet towards his chin. Damn, he's really going at it.]
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Date: 1/30/25 19:13 (UTC)There's exhales a quick sigh, his breath heated and vibrating around Bakugo's length as he can't help but laugh. The idea of choking is hilarious, but there's something cunning in the way that Bakugo phrases it as a threat -- for once it brings a wave of anticipation, starting at the tip of his tongue and to the pit of his stomach. And if he was meant to be giving him a warning Obikawa clearly doesn't perceive it as anything potentially dangerous.
At least not for him. Bakugo, maybe? He might just get into facefucking... but that's not his problem.
Obikawa glances up, eyes peering up in slits. It's a silent demand, if anything, for him to cut that time in half and move. ]
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