[ 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: 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...]