[ 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. ]
[Bakugo's surprised he hasn't gagged already. How much is he gonna put down his damn gullet? Watching a practical stranger sucking his dick into his mouth sizzles a lot of feelings through his skin, a few he doesn't want to dwell on. Fuck, focus on Obikawa's face, his actions... how his damn mouth's wrapped around his dick like that.
Something's unreal about his tongue. It's not what he expected. Moving too flexible, too thick, wrapping further around his shaft than a tongue should. Fuck, are the sensation's messing with his perception? What the hell's Obikawa anyways? Vibrations tremor over his shaft and he glares down at the man for laughing at him. Oy, he doesn't need him retching.
Red eyes widened slightly. Bastard, staring up at him like that. Screw the time limit threat. He curls his fingers in Obikawa's hair and pulls him forward. Pushing over the back of his wicked tongue. Fuck, it's not hard smooth of his palate or slick firm of his tongue. Softer, flexing, almost sticky... God, is he in his throat?
... The hell with it.] All the way.
[And shoves his cock into the man's mouth to the base.]
[ If someone could have predicted that he would be using his tongue to pleasure a human being he would have laughed years ago. There's vulnerability that comes with being intimate, and Obikawa can't help but feel humiliated -- a human caught in his throat, a position any familiar would deem dangerous, and yet he's allowing him to find pleasure against the wet walls of his mouth. Tongue twisting around his shaft and dragging back, just in time for Bakugo to catch onto his hair roughly.
A part of him feels like he should hate giving control to someone else, but then there's the other half of him that enjoys the rapid beating his chest. Adrenaline pumps through his veins and he feels air leaving his lungs, jaw unhinging to just give him a narrow passage of oxygen to reach down his throat.
But it's the burn that comes with it that he realizes he's finally in unfamiliar territory. His body reacts, pants growing uncomfortable as his own cock presses against the zipper before he plants a firm hand against his growing erection. For a moment he doesn't know whether it's himself or the other's that are responding to this, but he doesn't care.
His eyes screw shut, taking in Bakugo's scent as he now has his nose pressed against skin. An arm wrapping around the young man's middle to keep him in place -- as if he'd be disappointed if he tried to pull away. ]
[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.]
[ Obikawa isn't quite sure if he wants to throttle Bakugo, or kiss him. Too gentle and he'd find it boring, the enticing sensation to bite down on any organ that enters his mouth distracted by sharp pains and the desire to witness a man unfold. If anything he should just save it as an award, the ruthlessness sending heat through the fingers curled into his hair; something that started off as rivulets now a full stream of warmth. Overwhelming, almost causing his breath to get caught in the back of his throat.
Pre drips on his tongue, the taste so strong that he nearly feels the urge to pull back. Drinking it down with a satisfied hum now that Bakugo is trapped in his embrace. Like a snake coiling around it's prey, leaving it immobile as the animal swallows it whole.
Despite his best efforts to remain cool, his brow knits, lips moving in silent want. He's beginning to enjoy the sound that comes from the young man's throat. Rasping and growling, cursing underneath heated breath with just a little bit of bite.
Obikawa's tongue moves to wrap around his cock, hand gripping onto his waist as he feels it twitch in his mouth. It's a delicious heat that grabs Obikawa by the back of his neck, hairs standing, as he draws back before burying Bakugo inside his throat again. Shallow, aggressive thrusts that has him feeling the head of his cock pulse and twitch against muscle. He has to finish at some point, and it's obvious that Obikawa isn't going to let him come anywhere but down his throat. ]
[Gonna be hard to do either with his hands at his back and his mouth stuck on his dick. He isn't intending this to be gentle, but Bakugo doesn't want to straight up brutalize some unknown guy with fangs around something extremely sensitive he doesn't want damaged. He eases his grip in the man's hair, focusing more on the way Obikawa's mouth moves on his shaft, his throat flexing and constricting whenever his head breeches into the the sweltering heat behind the curve of his tongue. Only pulling back to let him get a better breath before thrusting in again.
Intimacy and erotic tangle as he stands amid this man's coiled embrace, body hardening and flexing in waves of pleasure rippling up and down his figure from head to toe. Shoulders hitch and drop, feet rock onto their heels and balls, stomach sucks inward before easing flat and hard. He knows he can't get out with a simple push and that's... strangely arousing.
Another breathless cuss slithers past his teeth, dick jumping inside Obikawa's mouth and pulsing in the entwining wrap of slick wet heat all around his dick. Fuck, it's like he's got a snake coiling down ther-] AGH!! [Fuck! Hands grip his waist and haul him forward, cramming the entire length of his dick down Obikawa's throat.
Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, all but bowing over the other man as he clings to his head and upper shoulders. Muscles tense, his abs crunch under his skin, chest swells with a shuddering shout of relief as he finds his climax right there in the man's mouth. Heat shoots out in steady pulses, pumping one two three more down his throat as Bakugo ends up shoving his hips flush to Obikawa's face. Half of him's ready to climb right up on the bastard's shoulders if it means wrapping all around his head and keep him there, but he manages to keep it to only his arms as he empties his balls down the other man's churning gullet.]
[ Well it's good that he doesn't climb on top of him -- holding him place and forcing his cock down his throat should be enough, especially with the silent danger that Obikawa is undoubtedly something different. He would only take that as eagerness and make the situation worse.
The his tongue draws back, flat against the underside of Bakugo's shaft as he drinks down the climax spilling down his throat. His stomach turns, twisting with unfamiliarity as he's half-tempted to pull away and spit it out, the grip on the young man's waist growing slack. He pulls away, albeit slowly, releasing his grasp with a wet pop and line of saliva that only disconnects once he's pulled his head away. ]
Ugh, gross -- I thought you were gonna suffocate me.
[ Obikawa brings the back of his hand to his mouth, now a mess of drool caked across his redden lips. ]
[Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's completely incredulous he just came down someone's throat, in someone's mouth. But the rest of his brain is a molten mush of afterglow, fingers still clutching to Obikawa's hair and holding him tightly against his hips. Ever so slowly, he begins to come down from his high, grip easing fraction by fraction on the other man's head. No, he's not climbing on him, but the way Obikawa's snaked his arms around him, it's tempting.
That wicked tongue returns, dragging along the underside and making his body shudder from head to foot. Only when his arms ease off his waist and Obikawa ease his head back does Bakugo fully let go of his hair and take a step away from him as well. More to brace himself than to really retreat. His cock slides out of the guy's mouth, a strand of spit connecting his mouth with his tip. Until he breaks. That pop was lewder than it should've been...]
You were the one crushing my waist. [Griping right back at him. He couldn't have pulled back if he wanted to! Not without clocking Obikawa in the forehead. Fuck, his mouth looks kind of bruised. Bakugo quickly drops back on his bed, flops onto his back, and twists enough to reach the mini-fridge at the foot of it. A tug and pull has the door open, a bottle removed, and the door swung shut before he's sitting up with his abs and handing Obikawa a cold water.]
Huh? What? I was not. [ His ignorance is brief, as he leans back and places a hand on the mattress to relax. The adrenaline is still warm in his bloodstream, his face just a tad more flushed than he'd like as his heartrate begins to settle; there's proper oxygen in his lungs, but the scent of sweat and whatever body wash Bakugo uses lingers. ]
You liked it either way, right?
[ He asks as he takes the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap before bringing it to his lips to take a sip. Catching a glimpse of the young man in the corner of his eye. ]
Yes you were! [Like hell is he gonna take the blame for something this asshole did! Bakugo's tempted to wing the bottle right at his stupid face, whap him good on the nose, but he's already got it extended and Obikawa's taking it. Luckily Bakugo's not one to use a heavy body wash. Clean soap with a generic scent. He's not really fancy with it so long as it gets the job done well.]
Tch. Ask your stomach. [If he hadn't enjoyed it, they wouldn't have made it that far at all. Bakugo rests his hands on the bed on either side of his hips, normal RBF back in place despite the dwindling flush on his neck and face.]
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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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Date: 1/30/25 23:42 (UTC)Something's unreal about his tongue. It's not what he expected. Moving too flexible, too thick, wrapping further around his shaft than a tongue should. Fuck, are the sensation's messing with his perception? What the hell's Obikawa anyways? Vibrations tremor over his shaft and he glares down at the man for laughing at him. Oy, he doesn't need him retching.
Red eyes widened slightly. Bastard, staring up at him like that. Screw the time limit threat. He curls his fingers in Obikawa's hair and pulls him forward. Pushing over the back of his wicked tongue. Fuck, it's not hard smooth of his palate or slick firm of his tongue. Softer, flexing, almost sticky... God, is he in his throat?
... The hell with it.] All the way.
[And shoves his cock into the man's mouth to the base.]
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Date: 2/6/25 22:56 (UTC)A part of him feels like he should hate giving control to someone else, but then there's the other half of him that enjoys the rapid beating his chest. Adrenaline pumps through his veins and he feels air leaving his lungs, jaw unhinging to just give him a narrow passage of oxygen to reach down his throat.
But it's the burn that comes with it that he realizes he's finally in unfamiliar territory. His body reacts, pants growing uncomfortable as his own cock presses against the zipper before he plants a firm hand against his growing erection. For a moment he doesn't know whether it's himself or the other's that are responding to this, but he doesn't care.
His eyes screw shut, taking in Bakugo's scent as he now has his nose pressed against skin. An arm wrapping around the young man's middle to keep him in place -- as if he'd be disappointed if he tried to pull away. ]
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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.]
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Date: 2/15/25 21:06 (UTC)Pre drips on his tongue, the taste so strong that he nearly feels the urge to pull back. Drinking it down with a satisfied hum now that Bakugo is trapped in his embrace. Like a snake coiling around it's prey, leaving it immobile as the animal swallows it whole.
Despite his best efforts to remain cool, his brow knits, lips moving in silent want. He's beginning to enjoy the sound that comes from the young man's throat. Rasping and growling, cursing underneath heated breath with just a little bit of bite.
Obikawa's tongue moves to wrap around his cock, hand gripping onto his waist as he feels it twitch in his mouth. It's a delicious heat that grabs Obikawa by the back of his neck, hairs standing, as he draws back before burying Bakugo inside his throat again. Shallow, aggressive thrusts that has him feeling the head of his cock pulse and twitch against muscle. He has to finish at some point, and it's obvious that Obikawa isn't going to let him come anywhere but down his throat. ]
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Date: 2/16/25 18:40 (UTC)Intimacy and erotic tangle as he stands amid this man's coiled embrace, body hardening and flexing in waves of pleasure rippling up and down his figure from head to toe. Shoulders hitch and drop, feet rock onto their heels and balls, stomach sucks inward before easing flat and hard. He knows he can't get out with a simple push and that's... strangely arousing.
Another breathless cuss slithers past his teeth, dick jumping inside Obikawa's mouth and pulsing in the entwining wrap of slick wet heat all around his dick. Fuck, it's like he's got a snake coiling down ther-] AGH!! [Fuck! Hands grip his waist and haul him forward, cramming the entire length of his dick down Obikawa's throat.
Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, all but bowing over the other man as he clings to his head and upper shoulders. Muscles tense, his abs crunch under his skin, chest swells with a shuddering shout of relief as he finds his climax right there in the man's mouth. Heat shoots out in steady pulses, pumping one two three more down his throat as Bakugo ends up shoving his hips flush to Obikawa's face. Half of him's ready to climb right up on the bastard's shoulders if it means wrapping all around his head and keep him there, but he manages to keep it to only his arms as he empties his balls down the other man's churning gullet.]
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Date: 2/21/25 20:58 (UTC)The his tongue draws back, flat against the underside of Bakugo's shaft as he drinks down the climax spilling down his throat. His stomach turns, twisting with unfamiliarity as he's half-tempted to pull away and spit it out, the grip on the young man's waist growing slack. He pulls away, albeit slowly, releasing his grasp with a wet pop and line of saliva that only disconnects once he's pulled his head away. ]
Ugh, gross -- I thought you were gonna suffocate me.
[ Obikawa brings the back of his hand to his mouth, now a mess of drool caked across his redden lips. ]
Get me some water?
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Date: 2/22/25 02:22 (UTC)That wicked tongue returns, dragging along the underside and making his body shudder from head to foot. Only when his arms ease off his waist and Obikawa ease his head back does Bakugo fully let go of his hair and take a step away from him as well. More to brace himself than to really retreat. His cock slides out of the guy's mouth, a strand of spit connecting his mouth with his tip. Until he breaks. That pop was lewder than it should've been...]
You were the one crushing my waist. [Griping right back at him. He couldn't have pulled back if he wanted to! Not without clocking Obikawa in the forehead. Fuck, his mouth looks kind of bruised. Bakugo quickly drops back on his bed, flops onto his back, and twists enough to reach the mini-fridge at the foot of it. A tug and pull has the door open, a bottle removed, and the door swung shut before he's sitting up with his abs and handing Obikawa a cold water.]
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Date: 2/24/25 00:06 (UTC)You liked it either way, right?
[ He asks as he takes the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap before bringing it to his lips to take a sip. Catching a glimpse of the young man in the corner of his eye. ]
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Date: 2/24/25 00:40 (UTC)Tch. Ask your stomach. [If he hadn't enjoyed it, they wouldn't have made it that far at all. Bakugo rests his hands on the bed on either side of his hips, normal RBF back in place despite the dwindling flush on his neck and face.]
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Date: 2/28/25 23:18 (UTC)Or you could just say be straight with me. [ That's definitely an option? Bakugo just being... honest! ] But I'm glad you had a good time.
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Date: 2/28/25 23:25 (UTC)[Idiot. Grumping about it, but he obviously didn't NOT like what they did. Getting him to say it's gonna be rough though...]