Yeah man, I know. I was talking about the fact that I've obviously never let you down in general. Keep up.
[Now he's just rubbing it in, being a brat. Somehow, he always ends up 10x more a bitch when he's around Bakugo. Does he get to to blame the other teen for that? Probably not, but he's partially going to do it anyway. Like. He can't just let his comments slide without Scott needing to respond in some way. It's in their official unofficial contract or whatever.
So, just for that, he's just going to reach over and pinch Bakugo in the side. Yep.]
[Oh. Bakugo scowls in awkward silence for a second or two, then huffs and looks to the side. Not gonna respond to that misunderstanding. Right. Guess he was still too damn hung up on the date. Embarrassing.]
Shut up.
[Great rebuttal. A total classic. Scott pisses him off so damn much. And he doesn't seem to mind it so much. A rush of nostalgia, remembering his classmates back home, snapping at Kirishima and Kaminari when they teased him, or getting in arguments with Midoriya over bullshit. Scott gives him the same kind of feelings. As if, for a little island in an ocean's worth of time, everything's kind of "okay" her-
[He half-expected Bakugo to react more physically after that one, but that doesn't mean Scott's fully ready to fight off his grapple as the other teen pulls him into one. Already at a disadvantage, not to mention that he's not quite as skilled as Bakugo when it comes to this, the teen struggles to break out of it, arms and legs trying and struggling against his hold as a curse leaves the mutant.]
God you really suck!
[Not that Scott means it, far from it. There's a laugh that accompanies Scott's retort that he'd forever deny later, even if he's later pinned underneath the weight of the blonde hero once more.]
[He could've slammed a crackling hand into Scott's groin and blasted him across the room instead! But nope! He'd rather wrestle with his arms and try to pin him down on the damn mat again. This is how they got in trouble last time. Leaning half-over Scott's body, he wrangles the mutant's hands and wrists as best he can, dragging one up and hauling the other out to the side. Pressing down to keep his chest and elbows from heaving up or a headbutt coming his way.]
You'd know! [Is that lewd? Yes. On purpose? Yep! With a final shove, he gets Scott flat on his back with arms trapped and legs thrown to the side, out of the way. Bakugo grins down at him, fingers flexing once or twice in bragging right.]
[Scott snips back, but another breathless laughs breaks from him even as Bakugo firmly pins him to the ground. He could probably try to struggle a little bit more, but he's honestly about done for today, limbs sprayed out in a relaxed manner as he looks up at the other teen with a flustered expression. His chest pushes air in and out, first quickly, but slowly evening out as his fingers twitch from where they're pinned. Just Bakugo grinning down at him... it's stupidly attractive.
Yeah, sweat and all. Whatever, he's sweaty too, lines of perspiration rolling down the sides of his head.]
Done yet? [He swallows, suddenly wanting some water. Kind of thirsty right now. For uh, one reason or another. Probably multiple.]
[Retorting with a leering grin. Scott's not gonna give up that easily, so it's deliberate he isn't bothering to fight back. Meaning Bakugo's not gonna try to keep him pinned for long. Now he's mostly holding on because he wants to keep the connection. At least there's no grinding below the hips, so it's... easier to handle. Though Scott's flustered expression and the color on his cheeks are an annoying combination. It makes him want to lean down and kiss him. Again.
They really need to grab a shower after this too. Maybe if he waits for that, he'll be able to act on those backed up intentions. Give them time to unwind before riling up under the water. And Scott's sucky demand could happen.]
Yeah, we should hit the showers. I'm not going to bed like this. [A drink's a good idea too.]
[Wow..... saying it like that really makes Scott feel kind of disappointed that he interrupted their earlier session. Not that he regrets it though, because the conversation was important to him and everything, but dick sucking. It's fine. Really. He'll just grab a rain check for that later on because he and Bakugo are often meeting up for one reason or another. Maybe more now, after this.]
Guess you'll just have to really make it up to me later on.
[What? Putting it on Bakugo? He sure is. Heh, maybe the dick sucking can actually come sooner than he thought. That's something to possibly look forward to. But with a subtle nod from Scott, communicating that he wants to get up, he'll start pulling himself off the floor once his friend moves off. Then it's simple stretching, getting his blood moving, before he smoothly gets up from the ground.
If Scott sends Bakugo a genuine little smile, sue him.]
[ooc: since â–¶ FULL HOUSE = a full house is a hand that contains three cards of one rank and two cards of another rank. a full house is worth 30 points. and as i saw, you can have those two or three be with the same person. so... i'd say continue this one with a shower quickie since they're already halfway there.]
[Bakugo isn't planning on making Scott wait that long. Once they get into the shower, it's gonna end up something hot and messy. He felt the same disappointment despite his own smirk and let's be honest, leaning over Scott like this isn't helping those urges. As much as the conversation was important and needed, heavier topics are past, and the mutant owes him something for blueballing via awkward commentary.
With a quick push, he rocks back onto his knees, then to his feet, and stands up, muscles flexing in his thighs and calves. A nice guy would offer Scott a hand up. A jerk rubs the back of his neck and leaves the mutant to his own devices. With a smug grin regardless.]
How about you get your ass off the ground and make it to the showers. [Scott's putting it on him, bastard. Sooner than latter. Bakugo stretches his arms out on either side, then drops them and heads for the gym room door. Time to grab their shit and get moving. That genuine smile earns a small scoff before he tilts his head.] Move it.
[Why does he like this asshole again?? It's not a serious thought though, one that's more based in a sort of teasing affection. Well, Bakugo is definitely an asshole, but Scott wouldn't have it any other way with him. The things that truly matter to the mutant, his values and shit like that, stand more with him than anything else. And well, definitely doesn't hurt how he constantly gets a show with the way Bakugo stretches his muscles underneath that thin tank top. Yeah, it's nice, what can he say?
Plus, he gets to be a complete brat to him in return. Because Scott definitely doesn't feel bad about giving him an attitude.]
Hm? Already planning to make it up to me? Better keep up then.
[With stuff already in hand, he just throws that challenging comment at Bakugo, eyebrow arched as he moves to shuffle past the other hero and to the showers that the Talon offers.]
You have to get in front of me first. [Bakugo isn't planning on letting Scott do that either, already picking up the pace even as the mutant climbs to his feet. Nope, he's making it to the door first and they're gonna end up racing if Scott pushes the issue! Is he planning on making it up to the guy? ... Technically Scott's the one making it up to Bakugo, both for calling him out here and then breaking off the damn horny make out earlier!
Being with him is annoyingly comfortable. Trading banter and jabs from someone right around his own age is stupidly freeing compared to dealing with a bunch of adults, a few who look down on him a lot just for the age gap. Scott talks to him like an equal, looks at him without any superiority or "pity", and isn't afraid to challenge him in whatever way he wants. And Bakugo's not blind to Scott being an attractive bastard in the first place. Especially in that sleeveless top he's rocking right now.
Question is, who's gonna get to the locker room showers first?]
[He didn't plan on racing Bakugo to the locker room... and he's still not exactly running now, but he's definitely bumping into the other teen as they make their way over. Things are never simple between-- at least, they always have some undercurrent of a challenge towards one another. Mostly. There's been times Scott doesn't feel like being an asshole to Bakugo just for the sake of it, wanting to just relax and enjoy his presence. Hard to say it out loud, even now, when they agreed to more dates. Maybe he'll admit to the other's face one day.
Not just now.
Instead, he makes it inside the locker room with the other teen. Probably no victory to be called between them, Scott just huffing before sending him another one of those stupid grins.]
Wow, didn't know you wanted to make it up to me that much.
[Shoulder to shoulder and he picks up his pace, determined to get there ahead of Scott. Mr Competitive forever. It feels good to have someone he can relax around and enjoy this kind of banter and action, even if he'd never say it aloud. Scott said he was from a boarding school as well. More similarity shared between them.
Hmph, no victory? He made it to the locker room first! Not that it matters as he Bakugo grabs one of the lockers and enters the combination. A quick twist and clank swings its metal surface open and he grabs the shower bag, towel, and change of clothes inside. Trades them out each morning and evening when he showers off.]
Haa? I told you I'd get to the lockers first! That's all! [Right. Doesn't want to admit the more probable truth. Way too many memories of grinding on the mats and Scott's expression and voice playing around in his mind.
CLANG! Bakugo shuts the locker door with a scowl.]
[At this point, Scott similarly has his own locker as well. Would be kind of silly if he didn't have a change of clothes and shower stuff ready with how often he trains in the Talon. Sometimes by himself, sometimes with Bakugo, and maybe even training a bit with others here and there. So yeah, freshening up here. Doubly so since it's not like either of them have showers in their suites, so might as well use the one down here instead of trekking to another communal bathroom.
And he honestly doesn't want to wander around the casino all smelly and gross. Yeah he has standards too.
Scott still rolls his eyes next to his friend when he slams the locker closed. But instead of saying anything, the mutant, now with just a towel around his waist, starts walking over to one of the open showers, clearly expecting Bakugo to follow him. Guess he can be kind of a pissy bastard when he wants to be. Maybe he's also trying to hide his flush, that rising anticipation, knowing that he and the other teen are about to engage in uh. Stuff.
At least they're thankfully the only two really around this part of the Talon.]
[Sometimes the lockers switch around or try some bullshit to get people interacting with each other. Bakugo's had to find his old or restock a new locker twice now. Fucking peacock. While he usually trains his Quirk by himself, he's come to train with others more often in general practice. From martial arts to sports to strength training or flexibility and various areas of working out. Challenging, competition, or interest.
Bakugo misses having at least a bathroom in his own room, but... that's what you get for being a low rank.
Contrary to Scott, the hero doesn't strip down out here in the locker room proper, but rather brings his clothed body with himself to the shower. Mostly because wrapping a clean towel around his sweaty body is a stupid idea. He strips down inside the shower after hanging his towel up on the wall hook. Thoughts already reaching back to Scott's tensing muscles and breathless face beneath him from before. Shit, he really hadn't given up on that arousal, huh.
Thankfully he doesn't turn the cold water on and try to splash Scott with it. This time. But once it's warm, Bakugo instantly catches Scott by the chin and pulls him into a kiss as he walks him back into the water stream.]
[Scott's, of course, completely nude except for the glasses that still always have to be on him. Sure, he can take a shower without them, but usually not around these parts of the casino and especially not when Bakugo is near him-- completely against him, eyes fluttering shut behind his shades as he eagerly and almost instinctively opens his mouth to fully welcome Bakugo immediately in. He could put up more of a fight, but after the blue balling from earlier and their more serious talk, Scott's okay with just submitting a little early this time.
His arms wrap around Bakugo's neck, head tilting into their kiss, while somehow managing to back into the water without slipping or stumbling. His feet stay centered on the tile as he pushes their muscular forms together, cock soft but slowly gaining interest as the heat from earlier returns. It really doesn't take much, not with typical teenage hormones and the fact that he just likes doing this with his friend. He honestly really doesn't care about who makes it up to who, just wanting the press of Bakugo's skin against his own.
Should he say more to Bakugo? Well, mouth is too busy anyway.]
[Scott taking a shower without his glasses would mean showering blind. Unless he wants to carve the ever-living fuck out of the stall in the process. Bakugo can't stop a snort of amusement when he thinks about it. Optic blasts everywhere. Humor he loses when pressing his lips to the other teen's mouth and kissing him firmly as he walks them both back under the hot shower spray. Water drenches them instantly, soaking into his ashen spikes and dragging Scott's brunette part. Good thing he doesn't put up a fight or Bakugo would've gotten more aggressive about it. He's here for one thing and that's to finish what was started! (Well, also cleaning up, BUT THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT!!)
Arms around his neck, head tilting, mouths fitting together as tongue twist and tangle between their teeth, Bakugo barely takes the time to breathe through split-second breaks. Panting air into his lungs, kissing Scott once more, repressed heat from before surging back to life in a flare of hard muscle and stiffening down below. Muscle to muscle, flexing and rippling against each other with a heady grind, instantly bringing back memories of their first time on the couch. Bakugo tangles his legs with Scott's in a step inward, hooking one ankle around the back of his, trapping one limb between his thighs. Touching, pulling him in close, making out heatedly under the water, he's not really planning on letting Scott talk much.]
[Cleaning is honestly the last thing on his mind. Okay, maybe not the utterly last thing, but close to it, that thought expanding and deepening as their tongues slide together in a familiar rub. Although, Scott isn't trying to dominate Bakugo this time, wanting that heated kiss without as much push back from him. A different pace, almost like he's savoring the way Bakugo's tongue is in his mouth without trying to playfully resist. He'll do it again at some point, but he wants this, just drawing Bakugo in and taking everything he has to offer.
Feeling Bakugo stiffen against him, a breathless noise presses from his throat, a rush of heat shooting up his spine as he rotates his hips, his own cock hardening-- already so affected just from this alone. Scott doesn't even have the thought of feeling embarrassed about that, arms around the other teen further gripping and wrapping him closer, chests brushing against against each with hardened muscle. It really is fucking arousing to feel the other teen's well-trained body against his own, every line of muscle against his and the packed strength behind them. He pretty much wanted more of this ever since they rubbed against each other on the couch.
But like with his kiss, he's letting Bakugo lead them this time, fully accepting what he has planned as long as they're kept close. And preferably end in some sort of orgasm, something Scott isn't worried about at all. He'll help by not blue balling them again.]
Keep going. [He manages to mumble against his mouth, taking whatever slight pause to get those words out.]
[Keep going, he says, when Bakugo wants to do nothing but that for minutes, an hour, fuck he's not keeping track of time. Nerves and mind far more focused on the sensation of Scott's body rubbing against his own. Toned from athletics and general active life, but promising to grow stronger as he trains. He's gonna be pretty bulked when he's a full-fledged hero, isn't he? Another twist of his tongue wrestles his partners into the bottom of his jaw, teeth scraping down the length of his slick muscle as Bakugo reluctantly begins drawing back. Trapped between two wants simultaneously.
Down. He's going down. Over the plush of his lip, the curve of his chin, teeth raking at strong bone and supple pallor. A husky breath washes the dip below Scott's chin before Bakugo transitions from head tilted back to head tilted sideways. All so he can attack the other teen's throat. Biting at his windpipe and kissing along the ribbed column of his neck. He pinches a fleeting knead of skin between his whites, tongue zipping from left to right, then opens up enough to take his Adam's apple into his jaws. Pretty risky, sucking a hickey on the most obvious place of Scott's neck, but who the fuck's gonna care in this place? It means someone's with him, someone's maybe got a claim, and Scott's not gonna have any damn problem with his suit.
As his mouth drops to the mutant's collarbones, Bakugo begins bending his knees, first brush rubbing at Scott's joints before spreading to either side. He cups his hands on the curves of Scott's ribs, fingers fluting between each rippling bone while his thumbs busy themselves with rubbing circles on the sides and lower curved corners of his pectorals. Reach a nipple? Not sure. He tries. Might have to give up ground on his ribs to swing his hands inward enough to get them. As his mouth reaches the mutant's sternum with a lip-curling kiss and bite amid heated exhales.]
[Once Bakugo pulls his mouth away from his, Scott can't even let that beat of disappointment settle in his chest because Bakugo is lowering himself down.
And he's not stopping, a thrill of anticipation that Scott gasps out as teeth finds its way against his throat, lightly biting and causing the mutant to bob his Adam's apple against them while bringing a hand to the top of spiky hair. Not to pull away, but to encourage, fingers lightly gripping as he tilts his head up to give Bakugo easier access to his neck. Yeah, mark him, go for it, he kind of wants it now. No one cares in this casino-- the only one that would is him and Scott's on board with it. Fuck, it's kind of hot actually.
All the while, his throat swallows against Bakugo's teeth, vulnerable and open.
But he can feel his friend continuing downward, Scott's knees nearly shaking, but still keeping him firmly standing as he lets Bakugo continue to explore his muscular form, feeling his hands against his sides. He instinctively rotates them against that touch, hand still on his hair as his heart hammers in his chest. That rush of need and everything that was delayed for them earlier slams into him. Holy fuck he feels so sensitive, why is that?? The warmth of the shower does nothing to stop his nipples from pebbling, the skin around them hardening as his spine arches in the shower with a needy little noise escaping his throat.
He's always found Bakugo hot, easy to just build this heat with, but it's even stronger now. Having all this attention showered onto him from the other teen pulls at something in Scott, the teen needing to smack a wet hand against the shower wall so that he remains standing. His cock is already getting hard, unable to hide how wanton Scott is for Bakugo.]
Like that? [Murmured hot against Scott's chest. God, he missed hearing those sounds from Scott's throat. Little gasps and grunts when his hands wander over this sensitive area or touch something he's not expecting. Fingers guide over the mutant's chest, follow the curve of his pectorals, and slide across the ripple of his ribs below his arms. Down further to the taut taper of obliques aiming towards Scott's arched hip bone. A low rumble vibrates in Bakugo's chest as fingers wind into his hair, knowing it's not a threat of force, but one more way for Scott to hold on as the blonde makes out with his torso once place after another. Leaving more marks in the shape of bites and sucks. One just above his left nipple, another under his right collarbone, a third at the lower left of his pectoral, teeth scraping down his diaphragm, reaching for Scott's toned stomach. Hot enough as he is now, Bakugo bets Scott's gonna have some killer abs in the future...
Heh, he shouldn't take such pride in feeling the mutant's legs quiver close to his knees and chest. Bakugo leans against his stomach and circles his tongue around the other teen's navel, one hand sliding up to grip at his chest and grope a good fondle of his heartbeat throbbing behind his ribs. Letting him twist and quiver under each touch as he finally skims off the lowest set of his abs, nuzzling Scott's hardened dick against the underside of his chin. Bakugo deliberately refuses to use his mouth just yet, focusing on his Adonis belt for a few more seconds.
Before lowering and completely skipping Scott's cock like an absolute jackass. Right beside it, mouth following the line of his pelvic V to the crevasse between sac and thigh. He digs his tongue between the two, tasting water and heat, right before Scott slams a hand into the wall to brace himself. Bakugo pulls back only enough to murmur against Scott's thigh, lips brushing his skin.] Too much? If you're gonna fall down, do it now.
[Damn right he's taunting him. No shame in admitting you're gonna collapse, right Scott?]
[There's a light whisper from Scott at the question, one that may contain a 'yes,' but there's little audible words that manage to make it past his throat as Bakugo continues to explore the length of his torso. Skin pebbles and muscles pull as his back arches, like he's enthusiastically offering himself to every little bite and mark that the other teen leaves against his skin. He wonders if it's hot for Bakugo to know that when he walks around the casino, that his marks on him still remain? Just hidden underneath his shirt? The thought sends that familiar excited spark down his spine, his erection building and proudly displaying his want.
He almost wants to point it out, but he keeps quiet, hand gripping and stroking through fine strands with Scott looking down at him with a fully wanton look. He's so close to his cock now... a light whine leaving him when he doesn't pay the attention that he wants-- been craving for since they sparred on the mat, and continuing further downward. While he could yank his hair up, he doesn't want to do that at all, still allowing Bakugo to control the pace. Doesn't stop his hand from clenching around the wall in a helpless grasp, feeling that wicked tongue press between two sensitive points, fingers turning white as his abdomen pushes up and down and showing off his slick muscles.]
I won't fall. [Scott manages between almost clenched teeth, feet spreading and getting himself centered so that he really doesn't fall in the midst of all this. He's being stubborn right back, maybe taking it as a personal challenge to remain upright in all this. Yeah sure, big words when his dick is flushed and almost pointing at his stomach.]
[Two-pronged answer. On the one hand, yeah, he occasionally gets a flicker of pride and pleasure at knowing Scott's carrying his marks on his body as he wanders around the resort. Anyone who might see would know Scott's already got someone handling his needs and he's not in need of "help" dealing with the stupid demands of the resort. But on the other hand, Bakugo's not immune to jealousy, and even though he's well aware having a monogamous relationship here in the resort is a stupid pipe dream, it's impossible not to feel some nerves twitch and snarl at the idea someone else is in bed with Scott and trying to one up him with whatever he's doing to the mutant. He's a competitive bastard after all. Normally he does his damnest to throw those nagging ideas out the window, knowing it's hypocritical-- and even dangerous --to think that way. But maybe a tiny element of that exists whenever Bakugo's with Scott, wanting to do it so damn well, the other teen's brain is completely and wholly filled with him until they're done.]
Heh, don't blame me if you collapse. [Too bad his fucking best would be edging Scott until he's screaming for him to finish. Bakugo continues ignoring his dick and instead tilts his head back and to the side, coming in from below so he can trace his tongue over the brunette's hanging sac. Tongue curling as if licking over a pair of grapes, using the tip to lap and bat at the swollen orbs as his breath ghosts heat all over them. A strong hand slips between Scott's thighs, tracing over the inside of one and using his middle finger to play with the tract of his perineum. Tempting to "accidentally" shove a finger right up his ass, but... he kinda wants to do this without messing around back there.
But as soon as he hears Scott start to say something about taking too much time or protesting anything, Bakugo opens his mouth and deliberately sucks both of his balls inside. Lips close, teeth set gently on his skin, saliva swirls around the sensitive pouch as he sucks between his legs. Red eyes remain locked on the muscular plane of Scott's torso, staring up around the throbbing mast of his erection as if daring the other teen to stay upright.]
[Maybe Scott's the one that shouldn't be snarking back. Okay, no maybes about that, definitely not, because he groans loudly-- the noise bouncing around the walls of the shower as he feels the first touch of Bakugo's warm tongue against his heavy sac. His thighs visibly clench and shake just from that alone, something that Bakugo can feel against his hand, with muscles desperately working to keep him upright as his scrotum gets covered in saliva and throbs against him. Just that alone and he's already tensing, his grip on Bakugo's hair twisting and edging on painful, just needing that extra balance to keep him from falling and fuck.
It's tempting to tilt his head back, let all these sensations rock over him, but it's far more attractive to just watch Bakugo through silted eyes. Seeing his friend right below him and on his knees, a sight that gets his dick to leak droplets from its tip-- although they're washed away from the shower. He doesn't care.
As if reading his mind, because Scott was about to snark at him again, Bakugo delves further and there's a screech on the wall as Scott's hand drags down across it, feeling his balls suddenly and fully engulfed in the heat and warmth of the other teen's mouth. His sac tenses further, sensitive skin pulsing against teeth that's so close to him that it should be worrying, but only gets his hips to rotate messily in an uncontrolled fashion. Light pants leave Scott, mouth open in the shower as he keeps on looking down at his friend, pleasure cracking every part of his face as his erection flushes red. Hard, dripping, nearly begging for attention that Scott doesn't emit from his own mouth yet, even as his balls are now covered more in Bakugo's wetness than the water of the shower.]
Nnn, fuck-- Bakugo. More. [He's encouraging, really.]
[That's one bad thing about sucking someone off; he can't mouth off when Scott's being a bitchy brat back at him. Bakugo tightens his fingers on the mutant's hips, massaging over curved pelvic arches and the initial swell of his glutes. steam collects around Scott's voice as he moans into the shower and Bakugo sucks anew on those pendulous orbs within his lips. He's careful not to push them too hard against his teeth, though plays a few tricks with them just to be an asshole about it. Shoving one into each cheek, closing his jaws enough to trap them between cheek and teeth, then sucking like two damn jawbreakers are sealed within his mouth. Makes an obscene noise with it, a bit of drool escaping onto Scott's stretched sac, but individual suction drags over each orb with a mix of air, fluttering muscle, and saliva.
Fingers trace down the lines of Scott's pelvis, following his shaped V before floating off onto his thighs. Playing around the back of them, curving round to the front, taking his time and enjoying the way he flexes and tenses the cables in his upper legs. All from what Bakugo's doing to him! Pride and heady pleasure rush to his head as he drags his tongue between his teeth, licking over what part of Scott's trapped sac sits in his mouth. He'd love to semi-literally suck his friend's damn legs right out from under him. A brief grunt puffs through his mouth, sending a thin splatter of saliva all over Scott's perineum and inner thighs when the other teen fists his hair like that. Fuck, it's not supposed to feel that good!
"More" he says, and Bakugo sucks on him harder. He uses his tongue and opens his jaws to usher Scott's balls back into the main sanctum of his mouth. Shoving them this way or that with his tongue, trapping one under the slick muscle while the other rolls against his palate. Like hell is he gonna because to deepthroat his balls, but that doesn't stop him from leaning up and pushing his mouth as close to Scott's perineum and cock base as possible so he can swallow his balls as close to the back of his mouth as possible. Bakugo grips at his friend's ass cheeks, palming and massaging them in a groping sensation, sometimes pulling them apart to stretch his hole, other times pushing them together.
[The added wetness to his lower regions, feeling it slick all across his perineum and inner thighs to the point that it almost feels obscene because he's dripping and covered in Bakugo's own saliva instead of anything else. And yet Scott doesn't want anything else right now, thighs still shaking and legs barely holding him up. Shit, he may actually have to lower himself to the ground at this rate, even though he was so determined to keep standing. Just every lick and suck of Bakugo's mouth against his full testicles drags a panting moan and a slap against the bathroom wall, sometimes scrambling, sometimes squeaking more as it's dragged across.
His sac is practically dripping from all the attention it's been given, rivaling the way his pulsing cock is dripping. Precum rolling down from his opening and sliding down his length as sensitive nerves are toyed with. Can he just come just from Bakugo sucking his scrotum? Probably. Fuck. He doesn't think he can be blamed, not as lips clamp tightly around him, keeping him so securely enclosed that he wonders if the other teen can feel him throb in his mouth. The thought sends that blush wider across his cheeks, extending down his chest.
As he feels Bakugo's hands grip his ass, he shamelessly settles his back against the wall and lets his thighs spread, anus contracting and opening, as if remembering the feeling of Bakugo's cock inside and stretching him wide. It was only a couple of days ago too. Maybe he can still feel the minor stretch of it. Another loud moan, one at the base of his throat breaks free from Scott, not hiding his sounds as his hole nearly shakes from the memory. A memory of a car and pleasure overwhelming all senses as he was taken.
Fuck. Again. He temporarily bites his lip, before letting go, still watching his friend buried right between his legs and his balls sucked into the depths of his mouth, settled warmly in them with each sensitive nerve alight with need.]
Ngh, ah, Bakugo... please. [Yeah, not so proud now. A part of him just wants to grab his erection and stroke himself, now riding high on that memory and from the way Bakugo is controlling his body, but he's still keeping them occupied in their current spots. He's given him full reign with what he wants to do to him.]
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Date: 4/1/25 02:15 (UTC)[Now he's just rubbing it in, being a brat. Somehow, he always ends up 10x more a bitch when he's around Bakugo. Does he get to to blame the other teen for that? Probably not, but he's partially going to do it anyway. Like. He can't just let his comments slide without Scott needing to respond in some way. It's in their official unofficial contract or whatever.
So, just for that, he's just going to reach over and pinch Bakugo in the side. Yep.]
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Date: 4/1/25 23:57 (UTC)Shut up.
[Great rebuttal. A total classic. Scott pisses him off so damn much. And he doesn't seem to mind it so much. A rush of nostalgia, remembering his classmates back home, snapping at Kirishima and Kaminari when they teased him, or getting in arguments with Midoriya over bullshit. Scott gives him the same kind of feelings. As if, for a little island in an ocean's worth of time, everything's kind of "okay" her-
OW!] That's it!
[Prepare for a grapple!]
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Date: 4/2/25 03:18 (UTC)God you really suck!
[Not that Scott means it, far from it. There's a laugh that accompanies Scott's retort that he'd forever deny later, even if he's later pinned underneath the weight of the blonde hero once more.]
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Date: 4/2/25 23:41 (UTC)You'd know! [Is that lewd? Yes. On purpose? Yep! With a final shove, he gets Scott flat on his back with arms trapped and legs thrown to the side, out of the way. Bakugo grins down at him, fingers flexing once or twice in bragging right.]
Gonna have to work on your grappling.
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Date: 4/3/25 17:49 (UTC)[Scott snips back, but another breathless laughs breaks from him even as Bakugo firmly pins him to the ground. He could probably try to struggle a little bit more, but he's honestly about done for today, limbs sprayed out in a relaxed manner as he looks up at the other teen with a flustered expression. His chest pushes air in and out, first quickly, but slowly evening out as his fingers twitch from where they're pinned. Just Bakugo grinning down at him... it's stupidly attractive.
Yeah, sweat and all. Whatever, he's sweaty too, lines of perspiration rolling down the sides of his head.]
Done yet? [He swallows, suddenly wanting some water. Kind of thirsty right now. For uh, one reason or another. Probably multiple.]
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Date: 4/4/25 02:19 (UTC)[Retorting with a leering grin. Scott's not gonna give up that easily, so it's deliberate he isn't bothering to fight back. Meaning Bakugo's not gonna try to keep him pinned for long. Now he's mostly holding on because he wants to keep the connection. At least there's no grinding below the hips, so it's... easier to handle. Though Scott's flustered expression and the color on his cheeks are an annoying combination. It makes him want to lean down and kiss him. Again.
They really need to grab a shower after this too. Maybe if he waits for that, he'll be able to act on those backed up intentions. Give them time to unwind before riling up under the water. And Scott's sucky demand could happen.]
Yeah, we should hit the showers. I'm not going to bed like this. [A drink's a good idea too.]
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Date: 4/4/25 16:34 (UTC)Guess you'll just have to really make it up to me later on.
[What? Putting it on Bakugo? He sure is. Heh, maybe the dick sucking can actually come sooner than he thought. That's something to possibly look forward to. But with a subtle nod from Scott, communicating that he wants to get up, he'll start pulling himself off the floor once his friend moves off. Then it's simple stretching, getting his blood moving, before he smoothly gets up from the ground.
If Scott sends Bakugo a genuine little smile, sue him.]
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Date: 4/4/25 17:48 (UTC)[Bakugo isn't planning on making Scott wait that long. Once they get into the shower, it's gonna end up something hot and messy. He felt the same disappointment despite his own smirk and let's be honest, leaning over Scott like this isn't helping those urges. As much as the conversation was important and needed, heavier topics are past, and the mutant owes him something for blueballing via awkward commentary.
With a quick push, he rocks back onto his knees, then to his feet, and stands up, muscles flexing in his thighs and calves. A nice guy would offer Scott a hand up. A jerk rubs the back of his neck and leaves the mutant to his own devices. With a smug grin regardless.]
How about you get your ass off the ground and make it to the showers. [Scott's putting it on him, bastard. Sooner than latter. Bakugo stretches his arms out on either side, then drops them and heads for the gym room door. Time to grab their shit and get moving. That genuine smile earns a small scoff before he tilts his head.] Move it.
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Date: 4/6/25 17:45 (UTC)[Why does he like this asshole again?? It's not a serious thought though, one that's more based in a sort of teasing affection. Well, Bakugo is definitely an asshole, but Scott wouldn't have it any other way with him. The things that truly matter to the mutant, his values and shit like that, stand more with him than anything else. And well, definitely doesn't hurt how he constantly gets a show with the way Bakugo stretches his muscles underneath that thin tank top. Yeah, it's nice, what can he say?
Plus, he gets to be a complete brat to him in return. Because Scott definitely doesn't feel bad about giving him an attitude.]
Hm? Already planning to make it up to me? Better keep up then.
[With stuff already in hand, he just throws that challenging comment at Bakugo, eyebrow arched as he moves to shuffle past the other hero and to the showers that the Talon offers.]
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Date: 4/6/25 20:07 (UTC)Being with him is annoyingly comfortable. Trading banter and jabs from someone right around his own age is stupidly freeing compared to dealing with a bunch of adults, a few who look down on him a lot just for the age gap. Scott talks to him like an equal, looks at him without any superiority or "pity", and isn't afraid to challenge him in whatever way he wants. And Bakugo's not blind to Scott being an attractive bastard in the first place. Especially in that sleeveless top he's rocking right now.
Question is, who's gonna get to the locker room showers first?]
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Date: 4/8/25 00:16 (UTC)Not just now.
Instead, he makes it inside the locker room with the other teen. Probably no victory to be called between them, Scott just huffing before sending him another one of those stupid grins.]
Wow, didn't know you wanted to make it up to me that much.
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Date: 4/8/25 01:37 (UTC)Hmph, no victory? He made it to the locker room first! Not that it matters as he Bakugo grabs one of the lockers and enters the combination. A quick twist and clank swings its metal surface open and he grabs the shower bag, towel, and change of clothes inside. Trades them out each morning and evening when he showers off.]
Haa? I told you I'd get to the lockers first! That's all! [Right. Doesn't want to admit the more probable truth. Way too many memories of grinding on the mats and Scott's expression and voice playing around in his mind.
CLANG! Bakugo shuts the locker door with a scowl.]
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Date: 4/8/25 19:44 (UTC)And he honestly doesn't want to wander around the casino all smelly and gross. Yeah he has standards too.
Scott still rolls his eyes next to his friend when he slams the locker closed. But instead of saying anything, the mutant, now with just a towel around his waist, starts walking over to one of the open showers, clearly expecting Bakugo to follow him. Guess he can be kind of a pissy bastard when he wants to be. Maybe he's also trying to hide his flush, that rising anticipation, knowing that he and the other teen are about to engage in uh. Stuff.
At least they're thankfully the only two really around this part of the Talon.]
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Date: 4/9/25 03:24 (UTC)Bakugo misses having at least a bathroom in his own room, but... that's what you get for being a low rank.
Contrary to Scott, the hero doesn't strip down out here in the locker room proper, but rather brings his clothed body with himself to the shower. Mostly because wrapping a clean towel around his sweaty body is a stupid idea. He strips down inside the shower after hanging his towel up on the wall hook. Thoughts already reaching back to Scott's tensing muscles and breathless face beneath him from before. Shit, he really hadn't given up on that arousal, huh.
Thankfully he doesn't turn the cold water on and try to splash Scott with it. This time. But once it's warm, Bakugo instantly catches Scott by the chin and pulls him into a kiss as he walks him back into the water stream.]
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Date: 4/9/25 23:03 (UTC)His arms wrap around Bakugo's neck, head tilting into their kiss, while somehow managing to back into the water without slipping or stumbling. His feet stay centered on the tile as he pushes their muscular forms together, cock soft but slowly gaining interest as the heat from earlier returns. It really doesn't take much, not with typical teenage hormones and the fact that he just likes doing this with his friend. He honestly really doesn't care about who makes it up to who, just wanting the press of Bakugo's skin against his own.
Should he say more to Bakugo? Well, mouth is too busy anyway.]
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Date: 4/10/25 01:47 (UTC)Arms around his neck, head tilting, mouths fitting together as tongue twist and tangle between their teeth, Bakugo barely takes the time to breathe through split-second breaks. Panting air into his lungs, kissing Scott once more, repressed heat from before surging back to life in a flare of hard muscle and stiffening down below. Muscle to muscle, flexing and rippling against each other with a heady grind, instantly bringing back memories of their first time on the couch. Bakugo tangles his legs with Scott's in a step inward, hooking one ankle around the back of his, trapping one limb between his thighs. Touching, pulling him in close, making out heatedly under the water, he's not really planning on letting Scott talk much.]
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Date: 4/11/25 02:39 (UTC)Feeling Bakugo stiffen against him, a breathless noise presses from his throat, a rush of heat shooting up his spine as he rotates his hips, his own cock hardening-- already so affected just from this alone. Scott doesn't even have the thought of feeling embarrassed about that, arms around the other teen further gripping and wrapping him closer, chests brushing against against each with hardened muscle. It really is fucking arousing to feel the other teen's well-trained body against his own, every line of muscle against his and the packed strength behind them. He pretty much wanted more of this ever since they rubbed against each other on the couch.
But like with his kiss, he's letting Bakugo lead them this time, fully accepting what he has planned as long as they're kept close. And preferably end in some sort of orgasm, something Scott isn't worried about at all. He'll help by not blue balling them again.]
Keep going. [He manages to mumble against his mouth, taking whatever slight pause to get those words out.]
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Date: 4/11/25 17:38 (UTC)Down. He's going down. Over the plush of his lip, the curve of his chin, teeth raking at strong bone and supple pallor. A husky breath washes the dip below Scott's chin before Bakugo transitions from head tilted back to head tilted sideways. All so he can attack the other teen's throat. Biting at his windpipe and kissing along the ribbed column of his neck. He pinches a fleeting knead of skin between his whites, tongue zipping from left to right, then opens up enough to take his Adam's apple into his jaws. Pretty risky, sucking a hickey on the most obvious place of Scott's neck, but who the fuck's gonna care in this place? It means someone's with him, someone's maybe got a claim, and Scott's not gonna have any damn problem with his suit.
As his mouth drops to the mutant's collarbones, Bakugo begins bending his knees, first brush rubbing at Scott's joints before spreading to either side. He cups his hands on the curves of Scott's ribs, fingers fluting between each rippling bone while his thumbs busy themselves with rubbing circles on the sides and lower curved corners of his pectorals. Reach a nipple? Not sure. He tries. Might have to give up ground on his ribs to swing his hands inward enough to get them. As his mouth reaches the mutant's sternum with a lip-curling kiss and bite amid heated exhales.]
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Date: 4/13/25 16:39 (UTC)And he's not stopping, a thrill of anticipation that Scott gasps out as teeth finds its way against his throat, lightly biting and causing the mutant to bob his Adam's apple against them while bringing a hand to the top of spiky hair. Not to pull away, but to encourage, fingers lightly gripping as he tilts his head up to give Bakugo easier access to his neck. Yeah, mark him, go for it, he kind of wants it now. No one cares in this casino-- the only one that would is him and Scott's on board with it. Fuck, it's kind of hot actually.
All the while, his throat swallows against Bakugo's teeth, vulnerable and open.
But he can feel his friend continuing downward, Scott's knees nearly shaking, but still keeping him firmly standing as he lets Bakugo continue to explore his muscular form, feeling his hands against his sides. He instinctively rotates them against that touch, hand still on his hair as his heart hammers in his chest. That rush of need and everything that was delayed for them earlier slams into him. Holy fuck he feels so sensitive, why is that?? The warmth of the shower does nothing to stop his nipples from pebbling, the skin around them hardening as his spine arches in the shower with a needy little noise escaping his throat.
He's always found Bakugo hot, easy to just build this heat with, but it's even stronger now. Having all this attention showered onto him from the other teen pulls at something in Scott, the teen needing to smack a wet hand against the shower wall so that he remains standing. His cock is already getting hard, unable to hide how wanton Scott is for Bakugo.]
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Date: 4/14/25 14:10 (UTC)Heh, he shouldn't take such pride in feeling the mutant's legs quiver close to his knees and chest. Bakugo leans against his stomach and circles his tongue around the other teen's navel, one hand sliding up to grip at his chest and grope a good fondle of his heartbeat throbbing behind his ribs. Letting him twist and quiver under each touch as he finally skims off the lowest set of his abs, nuzzling Scott's hardened dick against the underside of his chin. Bakugo deliberately refuses to use his mouth just yet, focusing on his Adonis belt for a few more seconds.
Before lowering and completely skipping Scott's cock like an absolute jackass. Right beside it, mouth following the line of his pelvic V to the crevasse between sac and thigh. He digs his tongue between the two, tasting water and heat, right before Scott slams a hand into the wall to brace himself. Bakugo pulls back only enough to murmur against Scott's thigh, lips brushing his skin.] Too much? If you're gonna fall down, do it now.
[Damn right he's taunting him. No shame in admitting you're gonna collapse, right Scott?]
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Date: 4/15/25 16:52 (UTC)He almost wants to point it out, but he keeps quiet, hand gripping and stroking through fine strands with Scott looking down at him with a fully wanton look. He's so close to his cock now... a light whine leaving him when he doesn't pay the attention that he wants-- been craving for since they sparred on the mat, and continuing further downward. While he could yank his hair up, he doesn't want to do that at all, still allowing Bakugo to control the pace. Doesn't stop his hand from clenching around the wall in a helpless grasp, feeling that wicked tongue press between two sensitive points, fingers turning white as his abdomen pushes up and down and showing off his slick muscles.]
I won't fall. [Scott manages between almost clenched teeth, feet spreading and getting himself centered so that he really doesn't fall in the midst of all this. He's being stubborn right back, maybe taking it as a personal challenge to remain upright in all this. Yeah sure, big words when his dick is flushed and almost pointing at his stomach.]
So do your fucking best.
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Date: 4/15/25 21:54 (UTC)Heh, don't blame me if you collapse. [Too bad his fucking best would be edging Scott until he's screaming for him to finish. Bakugo continues ignoring his dick and instead tilts his head back and to the side, coming in from below so he can trace his tongue over the brunette's hanging sac. Tongue curling as if licking over a pair of grapes, using the tip to lap and bat at the swollen orbs as his breath ghosts heat all over them. A strong hand slips between Scott's thighs, tracing over the inside of one and using his middle finger to play with the tract of his perineum. Tempting to "accidentally" shove a finger right up his ass, but... he kinda wants to do this without messing around back there.
But as soon as he hears Scott start to say something about taking too much time or protesting anything, Bakugo opens his mouth and deliberately sucks both of his balls inside. Lips close, teeth set gently on his skin, saliva swirls around the sensitive pouch as he sucks between his legs. Red eyes remain locked on the muscular plane of Scott's torso, staring up around the throbbing mast of his erection as if daring the other teen to stay upright.]
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Date: 4/16/25 19:45 (UTC)[Maybe Scott's the one that shouldn't be snarking back. Okay, no maybes about that, definitely not, because he groans loudly-- the noise bouncing around the walls of the shower as he feels the first touch of Bakugo's warm tongue against his heavy sac. His thighs visibly clench and shake just from that alone, something that Bakugo can feel against his hand, with muscles desperately working to keep him upright as his scrotum gets covered in saliva and throbs against him. Just that alone and he's already tensing, his grip on Bakugo's hair twisting and edging on painful, just needing that extra balance to keep him from falling and fuck.
It's tempting to tilt his head back, let all these sensations rock over him, but it's far more attractive to just watch Bakugo through silted eyes. Seeing his friend right below him and on his knees, a sight that gets his dick to leak droplets from its tip-- although they're washed away from the shower. He doesn't care.
As if reading his mind, because Scott was about to snark at him again, Bakugo delves further and there's a screech on the wall as Scott's hand drags down across it, feeling his balls suddenly and fully engulfed in the heat and warmth of the other teen's mouth. His sac tenses further, sensitive skin pulsing against teeth that's so close to him that it should be worrying, but only gets his hips to rotate messily in an uncontrolled fashion. Light pants leave Scott, mouth open in the shower as he keeps on looking down at his friend, pleasure cracking every part of his face as his erection flushes red. Hard, dripping, nearly begging for attention that Scott doesn't emit from his own mouth yet, even as his balls are now covered more in Bakugo's wetness than the water of the shower.]
Nnn, fuck-- Bakugo. More. [He's encouraging, really.]
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Date: 4/17/25 04:42 (UTC)Fingers trace down the lines of Scott's pelvis, following his shaped V before floating off onto his thighs. Playing around the back of them, curving round to the front, taking his time and enjoying the way he flexes and tenses the cables in his upper legs. All from what Bakugo's doing to him! Pride and heady pleasure rush to his head as he drags his tongue between his teeth, licking over what part of Scott's trapped sac sits in his mouth. He'd love to semi-literally suck his friend's damn legs right out from under him. A brief grunt puffs through his mouth, sending a thin splatter of saliva all over Scott's perineum and inner thighs when the other teen fists his hair like that. Fuck, it's not supposed to feel that good!
"More" he says, and Bakugo sucks on him harder. He uses his tongue and opens his jaws to usher Scott's balls back into the main sanctum of his mouth. Shoving them this way or that with his tongue, trapping one under the slick muscle while the other rolls against his palate. Like hell is he gonna because to deepthroat his balls, but that doesn't stop him from leaning up and pushing his mouth as close to Scott's perineum and cock base as possible so he can swallow his balls as close to the back of his mouth as possible. Bakugo grips at his friend's ass cheeks, palming and massaging them in a groping sensation, sometimes pulling them apart to stretch his hole, other times pushing them together.
Yeah, he's gonna be a real ball hog right now.]
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Date: 4/18/25 21:18 (UTC)His sac is practically dripping from all the attention it's been given, rivaling the way his pulsing cock is dripping. Precum rolling down from his opening and sliding down his length as sensitive nerves are toyed with. Can he just come just from Bakugo sucking his scrotum? Probably. Fuck. He doesn't think he can be blamed, not as lips clamp tightly around him, keeping him so securely enclosed that he wonders if the other teen can feel him throb in his mouth. The thought sends that blush wider across his cheeks, extending down his chest.
As he feels Bakugo's hands grip his ass, he shamelessly settles his back against the wall and lets his thighs spread, anus contracting and opening, as if remembering the feeling of Bakugo's cock inside and stretching him wide. It was only a couple of days ago too. Maybe he can still feel the minor stretch of it. Another loud moan, one at the base of his throat breaks free from Scott, not hiding his sounds as his hole nearly shakes from the memory. A memory of a car and pleasure overwhelming all senses as he was taken.
Fuck. Again. He temporarily bites his lip, before letting go, still watching his friend buried right between his legs and his balls sucked into the depths of his mouth, settled warmly in them with each sensitive nerve alight with need.]
Ngh, ah, Bakugo... please. [Yeah, not so proud now. A part of him just wants to grab his erection and stroke himself, now riding high on that memory and from the way Bakugo is controlling his body, but he's still keeping them occupied in their current spots. He's given him full reign with what he wants to do to him.]
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