[They did a lot from their "earlier shit", dammit! Grinding, touching, kissing, sucking Scott off! It's a miracle to his own stubbornness Bakugo didn't jerk himself off while he was blowing the mutant against the wall. His entire body pulls wire tight as the first waves of orgasm prelude rushes up from his balls to his dick. Fuck! He bites down on his lower lip, breaking the kiss in effort to make this last any few seconds longer than he's capable of. Precum spurts and slicks all over Scott's hand as he messes with him, pulling those lingering pins and bolts from Bakugo's bulwark. Barely even pressing into his dick, and he feels like he's gonna cum all over the mutant's stomach-]
NGH!! [Palm! Balls! Squeeze-!! Bakugo drops his forehead onto Scott's own with a harsh grunt, shoulders hiking up in a rush as he feels himself harden to the point of agony. He want to-... he can't-- FUCK! Everything goes white as he explodes in hot pale ribbons, streaking Scott's abs and hips with ropes of semen. Testicles dragging up towards the base of his dick and perineum, penis throbbing with each hard spurt as he climaxes. Breathless gasps and moans tumble from his lips, unable to even get out cusses or Scott's name as he empties himself into his friend's ministrations.]
[It's such an attractive sight watching Bakugo like this.
Lip bitten between his teeth and Scott isn't sure if he wants to continue watching his face or take a peek down at the way the hero's cock throbs and jerks underneath his flexing hold, precum mixing in with water and making it shiny with his own slick, and fuck that's such a view. He might get a clink in his neck from how he keeps on looking from Bakugo's expression to his penis, though he starts to fixate more on the latter as keeps on pressing his palm against those tense balls, rotating against him and--
A sharp intake of breath goes through Scott as Bakugo climaxes, feeling his warm semen splash against his flexing abs and hips. He's left his mark on him and while he's not about to try and scoop up his release to place in his mouth, he's in no hurry to wash the traces off him. He instead keeps on paying specific attention to his friend's pulled up balls, hand shifting downward so he can warp his fingers around them and pump every last bit of his orgasm, encouraging him to spill more. Touches ghosting across one testicle than the other, rotating them between his fingers and not giving Bakugo a chance to relax. He's probably being an asshole, but he wants this.
Not to mention that he wants to hear more of those sounds that continue to come from him.]
[Pump after pump spasms pleasure through his body. Bakugo drops his head to the side, falls onto his shoulder, twitches backwards, letting himself feel each throb as he empties himself all over his friend's hand and stomach. His own if Scott bothers aiming his hard-on one way or another. He sags hard against the mutant as soon as he's done, slumped and panting in the steaming air. His muscles ripple under his skin as small spurts of ecstasy rush through his veins and sinew, a few little noises dribbling from his lips. Fuck... Finally colors start returning to his blurry vision, Scott's skin color, shape of his collarbone, the sensation of his hair brushing against his own.
Still playing with his balls, coaxing them to drop slowly from their cinched-up drag against the base of his penis and perineum. Give him another few seconds before they ease into the mutant's fingers, causing Bakugo to shudder hard from tender little stimulation still messing with him. What the fuck? He's... he's not stopping? A broken sound tumbles from his throat, half exhausted and pissed, half incredulous and surprised as his semen-smeared shaft bounces with each tug on his testicles. Bakugo digs his fingers into Scott's shoulder and sides, holding on as the mutant makes himself a giant pain in the ass in his afterglow.]
[A splatter of his own come hits Bakugo's stomach as Scott aims his pulsating cock towards him, wanting him to feel that same warm pulse that's on his skin before the shower washes it away. He's nice like that, sharing that feeling-- and okay, it's mostly that he wants Bakugo to feel how Scott was able to make him release like this, that satisfied and warm feeling expanding across his chest and staining his cheeks as his friend slumps over. Shit, man. Combined with those low noises... he really is one of the hottest guys he knows, a thought that the mutant can't do anything but acknowledge.
If it gets him to share more moments like these with the other teen? Yeah, whatever, he's fucking gay. Bi. Guess that's the term??
He continues to trace against his sensitive pouch, finger lining right in the middle of his sac before he playfully tugs at his balls, rolling them and stimulating every bit of pleasure that he can. Set his nerves alight in the same way that Bakugo has done to him. Multiple times. Maybe some payback, but he wants him to feel good. Like a lot. Scott finds himself shifting on the shower floor with legs still wrapped him; his cock almost wanting to stiffen up again, but not the time.]
Too much for you?
[He teases, knowing that he's asking for it, but he can't help it. Besides, he's just going to continue being a bastard by messing with his wet need, hand slowly moving up from his scrotum to wrap around his shaft, stroking him and spreading his slick as Bakugo lands in his afterglow.] You're really hot like this.
[Shit, he's completely wrecked for a few seconds. Panting with his forehead slumped against Scott's shoulder, Bakugo hovers in the afterglow, his fingers quivering on the other teen's body wherever the hell they ended up. Knees fall apart in a splayed butterfly, chest and stomach bellowing in and out as he gasps for air. Scott really wrung it out of him hard, and he's still playing with his body despite all those nerves firing off super-sensitive excitement. Sue him for being Scott's bi-positive awakening. If not throwing that leaning a little further in the guys' favor.
Bakugo shudders from a digit settling along the central seam of his scrotum, playing from the back around the bottom up the front to the base of his penis in one lazy trace. Feels like Scott just zipped his balls up, a shock of pleasure sizzling up his spine and groin. Right before he teasingly pulls them and Bakugo cusses hard against Scott's collar bone. Dammit, does he really want him to go crazy right now?! This better not be fucking paybacks for doing the same thing to Scott earlier! ... It's totally paybacks, isn't it.
He feels good, too good, can't stop it as long as Scott's making him a plaything in his damn hands. He could stop it, doesn't want to, legs twitching and sliding on either side of the mutant's hips and thighs with each poke, prod, stroke, tug, sucking in his breath and letting it out in another lewd noise. Caught up within Scott's own legs, laced over and under each other's in a lazy knot under hot shower water. Pretty damn erotic for an afterglow.]
Sh- shut up... [Amazing comeback. Bakugo shoves forward, kissing Scott hard so he can't keep talking like a dickhead. See how he likes this! Warm fingers dive and find the mutant's penis, curling around him instantly and returning the same stroking lazy up and down. Probably not as effective, given Scott didn't just blow his damn load, but hell if he's not trying to return the favor!]
[Bakugo's retort only gets Scott's grin to widen, that self-satisfied smirk so apparent-- although the other teen manages to wipe it clear from his face as he surges in for another kiss. One that he only takes a second to respond to, mouth opening and accepting the almost rough treatment because he fucking likes it. Although it also causes a noise that borders a squeak to tear from his vocal cords when Bakugo grabs his mostly soft penis, the lazy stroking still sending a spark up his spine and causing his legs to further shift around his waist in a squirm. Wet, naked skin rubbing against one another and aren't they supposed to be cleaning up now?
B-bastard. This is totally why he kept on teasing him! ...Or is this a result of Scott teasing him? Who the hell cares.]
A-asshole. [He mumbles against his lips, spare hand gripping around the other's back as some sort of leverage.] You realize we're never going to leave the shower at this rate.
[As he says this, however, he swipes his thumb across Bakugo's slit. Double checking and taking any last spurt from there.]
[Of course he's gonna get off on it, horny bastard. Feels fucking amazing to see it get wiped off in a gape of surprise and pleasure as he gets his hand back around Scott's dick. Before claiming the entire thing in another heated kiss. Their tongues tangle once again, lips mash together in a mixture of smacks and moans, teeth avoiding any awkward clacks before Bakugo tries pushing Scott further backward to pin him against the wall. Dammit, he just came. Why the hell does he feel like going again, like he wants to drill Scott into the stupid floor until the other teen can't think or see straight?! He's got his cock in his hand, squishing his mostly-flaccid member around in a mix of water, semen, saliva, in lazy strokes up and down as if he wants to encourage the mutant rant back into full erection. It gets Scott's legs around his waist again, tightening and squeezing in the best way. Rubbing together, grinding, kissing, making out. Fuck, if they keep this up, they're gonna end up fucking in the shower.
This is all Scott's fault, dammit! He kept teasing him after his orgasm and now look at them! Completely blaming this on the red-eyed horndog across from him.]
You started it. [Dumping the blame on him again as he tucks his leg further around Scott's waist, trying to bring him into the embrace and pull him close. Yeah, he was just thinking that. This is a sex trap, isn't it.] You can give up and we can leave.
[Give up? The hell's the fight over? Who knows! Bakugo wants to win though. He cusses as a thumb brushes over his sensitive head, plays with the slit, trying to get more out of him his balls aren't ready to give yet.]
[His head pulls away from their kiss, panting lightly in the shower as he looks at Bakugo with that open, flushed expression. Fuck. He really can't get enough of him, huh? His cock seems to agree too. He can feel his traitorous dick twitch in his grip, interested in a second round, especially since they still have this stall to themselves. Luckily no one has checked on them, probably because shit like this happens all the time.
Still just the two of them. And it's hot. He really wants the other teen. Maybe more than just like this.
His body fully squirms, hastily pushing aside that thought for now, wet and harder pants escaping past Scott's mouth as that hand continues to tease him. It really won't take much for him to become hard again, the thought getting his legs to clench and tighten further around his strong waist, their hard muscles rubbing against each other. They've sparred, worked together, and now they're aligned like this. At least this is easy to understand and accept.]
D-Don't see you resisting all that much. [His thighs clench and squeeze around Bakugo's waist again, before legs cross behind his lower back. Partly to keep him close and partly so he doesn't fall, just trusting that the other teen can keep him up with some assistance from the wall behind him if needed. He stares down at his friend with flushed cheeks, before moving back in to steal another kiss from him-- tongue passing by his lips before pulling his head back again.]
And like hell I'm giving up. [As if to emphasize his point, Scott almost harshly squeezes his cock, fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft as he starts pumping his spent arousal-- a determined and stubborn glint appearing in his eyes.]
Unless you want to call a truce. Pick this up sometime later.
[Second round. Third one? Fuck, they really should've finished before having that discussion. Now it's a back and forth between them, each detail of Scott's face calling him to pick up and go again. They're young, they could easily instigate and make it through another round. The shower's theirs, an infinite amount of hot water, no one's bothering them, and they're both interested. Why the hell shouldn't they? He feels Scott's interest, his own right against him. Bakugo runs his tongue hard along his upper teeth, sparking some pain to try and snap out of his daze.
It fails. Only reminds him even more intently of Scott's legs around his waist, thrown over his thighs, hand on his penis, breath ghosting the outline of his lips, waiting on the bare outskirts of another kiss he wants so damn badly. Wouldn't surprise him if they got off exactly in this position, touching each other, making out, rubbing together until everything came to another messy head. Fuck, the more he thinks about it, the more his body eagerly responds.]
You wanna... pick this up later... when you're already hard? [Mostly hard, getting harder in his hand as Bakugo slides up and down a steady clip. He grunts when Scott squeezes him, eyes widening for a second before taking "revenge" with a squeeze of his own. Bastard. Fuck it, they're doing this. He leans in, kissing the mutant hard once more as he picks up the pace, actively gunning to get Scott off again despite both of them being so fresh off an orgasm.]
[The direct callout to his throbbing dick only gets a flash to brighten behind Scott's glasses, embarrassed but also really turned on with said need flushing and hardening just a bit more in Bakugo's grasp. Yeah, he's fucking like this again, his cock starting to push precum from its silt-- the familiar feeling getting Scott to fully squirm and shake in his lap, legs sliding again around him and tightening their hold around his waist.
If he's going to be dragged down into this though...]
Shut up-- but no, fine. Fair point.
[His own hold around Bakugo's dick starts tightening, increasing its pace, hand jerking up and down and fully pumping his cock like he's trying to force an erection out of his friend. He knows that he just came, but Scott doesn't care all that much, he's going to keep doing this even if his hand cramps. He wants Bakugo to be as hard and hot for him as he is. The determination drives him forward, Scott tilting his head and right before he kisses him again, he gets more words out.]
Become hard for me, Bakugo. [And he leans in that remaining distance to nearly capture his mouth in his. Hungry. Maybe even a little desperate and needy, despite the fact that he's come already. Bakugo gets his heart to beat faster with want and desire and this is the best way to express all that. His pelvis jerks closer to Bakugo, their hands probably touching one another as they grip each other's arousals.
Although this close, he's tempted to push their hands away, so that they can slide their erections together.]
[Bakugo makes an interested noise, picking up on a brilliant gleam behind the mutant's glasses. That's never not going to be hot, getting Scott to let his mutant power slip even a little. He wrings his hand gently, twisting sensitive skin around Scott's shaft until it pulls to a stop, then eases back the other way. Fuck, another glob of precum wells at his tip, smears over Bakugo's hand when he drags his fist up to his glans, and glazes over the teen's shaft on the down stroke. Already hard up and he didn't have to do or say much.]
That was fast. [Not like he should be talking. Scott squeezes him harder and the hero's pace staggers slightly. Fuck, don't pay attention to that, dammit. Each full pump has his hips rocking slightly, cock eagerly starting to thicken and lift in Scott's hand. He can't tell if it's comfortable or not, having just cum a few minutes ago. Sensitive, tired, pleasure, pain, logic tells him to stop, that he's going to end up with a bruised and aching dick in the morning. But by now his competitive spirit's ignited and he quickly matches Scott's pace, now making it a dash to see who can get the other to come first. No more taking turns.
And he's got a head start.]
Don't order me around, Shades. [Muffled against the kiss, screw if it means talking around Scott's lips and a hungry tongue invading his mouth. His need, heat, desperation, fuck they feel amazing against him. Legs tighten around his waist, free hand running over his thigh, chest reverberating with one solid heartbeat after another. He tugs with his legs, pulling himself or Scott, whoever scoots cross the wet tiles easier, until their balls are rubbing with each hand-jerking bounce, knuckles clacking together as they pump each of off.]
[He clings to the way Bakugo shudders in his hold, focusing on that instead of the way his cheeks burn bright at the fact that he is hard and dripping in Bakugo's grasp once more. Just a few strokes, their bodies rubbing against each other, their mouths locked in a battle, and he's hard and wanting for his friend in a way that feels so quick, heart racing and enjoying every moment of it.
Then there's another competition, one that Scott really wants to win, even though he thinks that he's at a disadvantage. Whatever, he'll make up for it!!
His thumb presses right against that small pinprick opening of Bakugo's dick, rubbing and digging just shy of actually pushing in, instead changing tactics to toy with his tip and rubbing his glans before he moves down to start pumping his shaft down, then up. His free hand grips the back of Bakugo's hair to keep them fully lip locked as well, not letting either of them escape, even if they wanted to. Teeth clink together, and it's not because Scott can feel that familiar heat build in his groin-- no, he doesn't want to come just yet. He still has to keep at it.
Though, it really doesn't help as their balls are firmly pressed together in a rough rub, sacs so sensitive and bouncing with each pull of their hands. Neither of them relenting. Scott barely notices how their knuckles bump into each other, fingers squeezing Bakugo roughly as his legs tremble around his waist, the mutant obviously fighting off the urge to come.]
I-I'm going to win. [He barely gets those words out, now just wanting to taunt him.]
[Fuck, are they going to be locked like this until they pass out? Rubbing and gripping in a twist of hot bodies and warm breath. Breathing each other's names, occasional curses leaking through panting air as the touch and grind. He's hardly paying attention to anything but Scott's body. Feeling corded muscle flex in his thigh as it loops over his own, the way his calf tucks against the curve of his ass in a greedy clutch. Someone he's grown to give more than a shit about in the time he's been here. Does that make this feel so much better than other trysts he's had? Likely.
And yet it's not enough to make him want to give up. He drops his hand, lowering over his shaft until he reaches the base. Thumb and forefinger ring around the root, letting his other three digits drop and go for a cheating rub and caress over Scott's testicles. Smooth skin slides along his fingers, he can draw his sac up enough to reach for the mutant's perineum and massage along sensitive flesh. A hard grip squeezes in his hair and he snarls despite a breathless moan coming immediately after. Too much, too sensitive, so damn hard with a rushing urge to break and spill all over again.
Still kissing, making out among the water, he presses into it, not wanting it to end, yet his body's yelling at him to let it go. They've been at this for so long, weighted further by a preamble of arousal, heavy conversation, arousal again, and now this challenge. He rubs his hips forward, thrusting against Scott over and over in a reckless rush towards that final. He digs his free hand into the other teen's shoulder, pulling at him as he ruts into his body, hands knocking together with their touch. Already close, built up from the last one.]
Sh-shut up! You- you're going... down- [Even as he says it, he feels himself starting to come undone, precum spurting and muscles tightening as everything draws tense towards white. Fuck-!]
[He's really going to spill again. Heat teases and dances across his skin, body trembling, and his cock so hard and leaking in the other's grasp.
Only made worse as Bakugo's rough fingers start fingering his base, toying with his root, and messing with his bulging and overly sensitive testicles. Fucking asshole. Stupid hot sexy shithead. Stuff he wants to call him, but a stifled cry echoes right into the other teen's mouth instead, unable to hide how much that touch has affected him and getting his spine to arch, his cock pulsing with another glot of precum. F-fuck, he's going to come again, so soon. He wanted to win, but every slide and tease against his lower regions is so much and fuck they're massaging against his perineum once more. Toying with oh so sensitive skin and Scott shudders, a half-broken noise pushing into his mouth as his hand momentarily stutters on Bakugo's cock. It's too much, way too much.
The thought pulls at something in Scott, the mutant letting little half-choked noises push out from him nearly every second, his hips starting to bounce up and down as he resumes his stroking, senses all overwhelmed and it feels so much. And yet he wants to keep going. Wants to drive Bakugo to feel the same. His hand squeezes the other's arousal, then again, hand jerking up and down and sliding against his slickness, spreading all across his cock before reaching over to press his own fingers against Bakugo's perineum, circling and rubbing the skin there and briefly wondering what it'd feel like to trail his fingers down even more. Teasing his hole. Like he's done for him. Would he like that?
Lightning shoots up his spine at the thought, along with another pump of Bakugo's hand, and Scott pulls his mouth away to release a moan so loud, it's definitely echoed around the stall. His come starts pulsing hard and warm from his tip, once again splattering across their chests as his legs flex and squeeze around strong hips, bare ass sliding against the wet floor as his body jerks and shakes from his orgasm.]
[He's gonna cum, fuck he's gonna cum, and everything's going to white out like a goddamn snowstorm. on fire. It feels so damn good it hurts, as if he's chasing after something he knows is there but shouldn't be reached. Bastard's enticing him to bruise his own damn dick for this, but he can't-- won't --back down! Scott's gonna come first, dammit!
Shoving his mouth against Scott's shuts him up, them both up, muffling any further taunting into moans and wet squelches of tongue and lips mashing together above their throbbing cocks. Muscles harden, he hunches his shoulders up like he can't control them, fingers spasm around Scott's dick and balls, pumping him in bare twitches alongside each squeezing pulse. Bakugo tents a knee towards his ribs, instinctively trying to collect Scott further into the embrace and feel his body arching and shuddering under his ministrations. They shouldn't be doing this, it's too much too fast, but goddamn if he isn't plunging ahead and chasing the rising heat. Ecstasy finally punches its way through pain and warning, a searing icy rush sweeps down from his stomach to his groin and floods into his balls as they draw up tight against his perineum and base of his penis. Is it because Scott's stumbling on his own ministrations, is it because of his body rubbing against his own and sliding all over skin to skin where it's hot and his mouth's shoved hard against his friend's and their dicks touch leaking heads with his fingers touching fuck fuck it's too muc- FUCK!!
White, everything, his brain shuts down amid a surging burst of hot bliss. A choked shout escapes his lips, yelling as every nerve lights up and his dick spasms with each forced spurt of semen lancing out of his head. It's pleasure and pain mixed, searing his cock each time another stream spurts out and splatters all over Scott's chest and stomach. Balls working overtime to churn more of his seed. Fingers curl and scramble on Scott's shoulder, dragging at his nape without control over where he's clutching, toes popping and heel dug into Scott's cleft. Over and over, completely stolen and swamped in several seconds of hellish heaven.
Who the fuck won? Who the fuck cares? All he knows is... it's wet and hot when he finally comes to.]
[Scott's barely aware when Bakugo finally releases-- or did he release the same time as he did? He doesn't know, he can't remember, a similar intense white light taking over his usual red world and nearly making him black out for a few seconds. Or maybe he did. Shit did he actually fucking orgasm that hard??
Scott's mind slowly pulls at him, getting enough awareness to realize that he's now panting hard and wet against Bakugo's neck, arms fully wrapped around his shoulders as he unconsciously pushes their slick, semen covered chests against each other. The water above them is still going, but he barely notices, a low whine leaving him as his oversensitive and soft dick lightly slides against Bakugo's in a teasing but far too much touch for the moment. No more, but shit. More than strung out, their semen sticky with threads connecting their worn out dicks.
He's pretty much collapsed at this point, unable to actually get up-- even if he wanted to. Which. He doesn't. His legs still curled around his friend's waist, with aftershocks of his climax still getting the mutant to twitch and press against Bakugo in a sensual cling. Muscles loose everywhere else except for how he's embracing his friend.
And fuck. He feels so loopy. Relaxed and yet overwhelmed at the same time. His mouth pressing against Bakugo's neck before it latches on, sucking on heated skin as some instinctual part of him takes over. A part of him that just wants Bakugo and mark him. To just stay like this as stupid as it sounds.]
[Was it that hard or that soon, he doesn't fucking know. Water splatters on his head, down his shoulders, slowly bringing him back from a momentary whiteout of pure bliss. Fuck, everything feels too sensitive, each droplet a bullet, each splat a needle. Scott's hand is too tight around his dick, his penis freezes and burns at the same time, an ache throbs in his hips and balls, and amid all that runs a string of pleasure and exhaustion... and a tiny voice saying 'dumb idea' thanks to his current state. Ugh... mental note. Marathon sex requires a fucking break. At least.
Bakugo's hand slips off Scott's shoulder, bouncing on the ground for a second and earning a hiss. Fuck! Knuckles right on the damn tile! Pain shocks his system, shatters his afterglow, and he jerks upward with a growl. Half-growl, half-groan. Semen peels apart as their chests separate, no longer Scott's heaving pectorals and flexing abs pressing to his own, but a rush of exposed nerves for water and air. Bakugo clicks his tongue slightly and rubs at his hand.]
Tch. You came first. [COMPETITION! HE WINS! Somehow finding that to be the best thing to say after their orgasm. What a dumbass. Bakugo reaches up and thumbs at the mark on his neck where Scott'd been latched on just a few seconds ago. Gonna be there for a few hours...]
[There's a mild awareness as he hears Bakugo smack his hand against the ground, the sound lightly echoing around the shower stall. Moreso, however, he feels how his friend jerks against him, the movement getting the mutant to groan as they separate, with half-lidded eyes focusing on his friend. His glasses hide his eyes as always, but it's clear how out of it and boneless Scott is, along with the fact that he's trying so hard to regain his own breath. Muscles and abs still flex under the running shower, with water and their own mess running down him.
He doesn't know what to say, not at first, not until Bakugo breaks the silence first. And. He snorts half-heartedly. Fucking prick. Honestly, he kind of forgot all about that.]
Whatever, asshole. [He doesn't care too much about their 'competition' right now, mostly just focused on getting his mind picked up from the floor and deal with all the stupid feelings he's having right now. Both are hard!! That stupid affection he has for the other teen, something that isn't just basic attraction because of his body and skills.]
[Don't mind it. He can handle his hand clunking on the ground. It wakes him up from his sexed-out stupor at least, forcing at least one of them to start making tracks for getting their bodies out of the shower. Hey, it's no easier for him to peel off Scott as it is for Scott to deal with getting dragged off either! Bakugo scowls at his companion's groan before finally scooting back enough to put some actual space between their chests and, more importantly, hips. Before Scott can flop all boneless on him again and remind the hero of how good he feels grinding all over the mutant's sexy naked body and... ENOUGH OF THAT, DAMMIT!!
Bakugo nudges both hands down between his sides and Scott's knees, spreads his fingers, and encourage the other teen to finally let go from his leg-lock latch. If he ends up bonking his heels or ankles on the shower floor in the process, too fucking back. At least he got his win! HA! ... And a lot more.]
Like hell I was! You were moaning all over the place! [Who the hell knows which of them was the louder in the heat of things, all panting and gasping with each other's names spilling out of their lips along with saliva and kisses. Bakugo grumbles to himself as he slowly tucks his knees and feet, working to get some feeling back in his lower legs going all pins and needles. Ugh... But he starts working on properly standing up again. At least so he can get some soap and shampoo to clean off.] Can you stand?
[With the nudge, a half-annoyed grumble comes from Scott's chest, but he slowly slides his legs away from Bakugo, lean muscle unwrapping from the other teen's muscled body before sliding back to his own in a slightly wobbly movement-- his ankles definitely end up scraping against the shower floor. Not painful, but it still makes the mutant grumble again, this time taking a few seconds to recover as he leans back on his hands and letting his body twitch and get sprayed by the still warm water above them.
One good thing about this casino. Never really runs out of hot water, at least not in this area.]
So were you. [No denying how much he was moaning and groaning when Bakugo sucked him off. Or toyed with his balls. Or touched his dick again. Yeah. But. If he's going to be called out for it, he's going to drag the other teen with him!! It's the right thing to do. Because as much stupid affection he has for him, he also has to tease him and piss him off. It's just how it is.
But with Bakugo getting up, Scott starts doing the same-- his pace increasing when he hears the question. Of course he can stand!! He's going to prove it.]
Of course I can. I'm not taken down that easily.
[He says that, with legs slowly pushing him up and straightening, but Bakugo may notice how Scott's placing one hand against the wall to help keep him upright-- at least for a few seconds.]
[It's a fucking magic-run world. Running out of anything is the entity's choice. Thankfully hot water isn't one of them. So far. Wouldn't put it past the damn thing to cut it one day in winter and force people to spoon together for warmth. At least until the fire-users among them boiled their own water and made hot baths. Bakugo did that a few times in the winter cabins. For bragging rights reasons.
He runs his hands over Scott's legs again, helping him unwind from his body for no impetus other than getting another feel in. Corded muscles in his thighs flexing with the pull, tendons under his knees tightening as his calves tensed with a scraping ankle on smooth tile. Feels good, the way his body slides along his own. Enough he almost regrets having to part ways. Almost... They've been in here long enough to get wrinkled.]
Urusei. [Don't drag him down with you, dammit! Bakugo tucks a foot under himself and pushes up, rising in the shower and stretching his arms over his head. Does it count he stood up before Scott? ... YES IT DOES!! Even after asking whether the mutant can stand or not, Bakugo doesn't bother offering a hand. Even though a pair of red eyes linger on the other boy's position, ready to drop an arm and catch him if it looks like Scott's gonna collapse or slip.]
Grab your towel. We're going back to my room. [Oh, did this just turn into a sleepover? Apparently, and Bakugo's not gonna take "no" for an answer.]
[They're definitely going to be all wrinkly soon. But. All in all? Fully worth it. Especially as he looks at the naked form of his friend for just a bit longer, appreciating once more how the water cascades down his muscles and scars until he remembers to keep his eyes focused on his.
Not realizing that Bakugo just won another competition, Scott keeps his hand planted against the wall for a few seconds longer before straightening up. His posture more solid and it doesn't look like his legs are going to give. Yeah, he'll definitely be fine. As if to prove it, he also stretches, arms rising above his head and pulling, before he bends his back as well, trying to stretch his limbs after sitting down on the floor with his legs curled around him.
He lowers one hand to his hip though, hearing the command.]
Wow, at least take me out to dinner first. [Small pause.] Another dinner.
[Yeah, he's fully messing with him. Bakugo's so fucking bossy... but Scott honestly finds it kind of fun in its own way. At least in this instance. He may not enjoy being bossed around all the time, but with his mind humming contently from their previous activities, and just that overall affection he has for him, he thinks it's okay this time.]
[Bakugo runs his hand through his hair, trying to wrack his brain for whether they actually bothered washing off in the shower already. Feels like it was a long time ago. Ugh. But he didn't regret a moment of it, glad Scott was able to get his thoughts off his chest and they had a talk about it. Albeit the blueballing part still pissed him off.
He watches Scott finally get his land legs under him again, lowering his arm once the mutant's on his feet and steady. Not gonna fall from this much mess, huh. Bakugo should be looking somewhere else... but nope, once Scott stretches his arms over his head and pulls his toned figure taut, his eyes go right there, whether he likes it or not. Shit... Had to throw in an arched back at the same time. Bastard's not even aware he's doing this on purpose!]
I've already taken you to dinner, dork! [Ugh, don't downplay his gesture! Bakugo turns and stalks out of the shower, grabbing his towel from the rack with a husk of material. Bastard. But Scott agreed. Mostly. He assumes. He'd better have! ... Tch, at least he knows he'll sleep well tonight.]
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Date: 5/9/25 03:18 (UTC)NGH!! [Palm! Balls! Squeeze-!! Bakugo drops his forehead onto Scott's own with a harsh grunt, shoulders hiking up in a rush as he feels himself harden to the point of agony. He want to-... he can't-- FUCK! Everything goes white as he explodes in hot pale ribbons, streaking Scott's abs and hips with ropes of semen. Testicles dragging up towards the base of his dick and perineum, penis throbbing with each hard spurt as he climaxes. Breathless gasps and moans tumble from his lips, unable to even get out cusses or Scott's name as he empties himself into his friend's ministrations.]
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Date: 5/9/25 20:50 (UTC)Lip bitten between his teeth and Scott isn't sure if he wants to continue watching his face or take a peek down at the way the hero's cock throbs and jerks underneath his flexing hold, precum mixing in with water and making it shiny with his own slick, and fuck that's such a view. He might get a clink in his neck from how he keeps on looking from Bakugo's expression to his penis, though he starts to fixate more on the latter as keeps on pressing his palm against those tense balls, rotating against him and--
A sharp intake of breath goes through Scott as Bakugo climaxes, feeling his warm semen splash against his flexing abs and hips. He's left his mark on him and while he's not about to try and scoop up his release to place in his mouth, he's in no hurry to wash the traces off him. He instead keeps on paying specific attention to his friend's pulled up balls, hand shifting downward so he can warp his fingers around them and pump every last bit of his orgasm, encouraging him to spill more. Touches ghosting across one testicle than the other, rotating them between his fingers and not giving Bakugo a chance to relax. He's probably being an asshole, but he wants this.
Not to mention that he wants to hear more of those sounds that continue to come from him.]
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Date: 5/12/25 23:33 (UTC)Still playing with his balls, coaxing them to drop slowly from their cinched-up drag against the base of his penis and perineum. Give him another few seconds before they ease into the mutant's fingers, causing Bakugo to shudder hard from tender little stimulation still messing with him. What the fuck? He's... he's not stopping? A broken sound tumbles from his throat, half exhausted and pissed, half incredulous and surprised as his semen-smeared shaft bounces with each tug on his testicles. Bakugo digs his fingers into Scott's shoulder and sides, holding on as the mutant makes himself a giant pain in the ass in his afterglow.]
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Date: 5/13/25 20:53 (UTC)If it gets him to share more moments like these with the other teen? Yeah, whatever, he's fucking gay. Bi. Guess that's the term??
He continues to trace against his sensitive pouch, finger lining right in the middle of his sac before he playfully tugs at his balls, rolling them and stimulating every bit of pleasure that he can. Set his nerves alight in the same way that Bakugo has done to him. Multiple times. Maybe some payback, but he wants him to feel good. Like a lot. Scott finds himself shifting on the shower floor with legs still wrapped him; his cock almost wanting to stiffen up again, but not the time.]
Too much for you?
[He teases, knowing that he's asking for it, but he can't help it. Besides, he's just going to continue being a bastard by messing with his wet need, hand slowly moving up from his scrotum to wrap around his shaft, stroking him and spreading his slick as Bakugo lands in his afterglow.] You're really hot like this.
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Date: 5/14/25 03:15 (UTC)Bakugo shudders from a digit settling along the central seam of his scrotum, playing from the back around the bottom up the front to the base of his penis in one lazy trace. Feels like Scott just zipped his balls up, a shock of pleasure sizzling up his spine and groin. Right before he teasingly pulls them and Bakugo cusses hard against Scott's collar bone. Dammit, does he really want him to go crazy right now?! This better not be fucking paybacks for doing the same thing to Scott earlier! ... It's totally paybacks, isn't it.
He feels good, too good, can't stop it as long as Scott's making him a plaything in his damn hands. He could stop it, doesn't want to, legs twitching and sliding on either side of the mutant's hips and thighs with each poke, prod, stroke, tug, sucking in his breath and letting it out in another lewd noise. Caught up within Scott's own legs, laced over and under each other's in a lazy knot under hot shower water. Pretty damn erotic for an afterglow.]
Sh- shut up... [Amazing comeback. Bakugo shoves forward, kissing Scott hard so he can't keep talking like a dickhead. See how he likes this! Warm fingers dive and find the mutant's penis, curling around him instantly and returning the same stroking lazy up and down. Probably not as effective, given Scott didn't just blow his damn load, but hell if he's not trying to return the favor!]
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Date: 5/14/25 20:57 (UTC)B-bastard. This is totally why he kept on teasing him! ...Or is this a result of Scott teasing him? Who the hell cares.]
A-asshole. [He mumbles against his lips, spare hand gripping around the other's back as some sort of leverage.] You realize we're never going to leave the shower at this rate.
[As he says this, however, he swipes his thumb across Bakugo's slit. Double checking and taking any last spurt from there.]
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Date: 5/15/25 02:37 (UTC)This is all Scott's fault, dammit! He kept teasing him after his orgasm and now look at them! Completely blaming this on the red-eyed horndog across from him.]
You started it. [Dumping the blame on him again as he tucks his leg further around Scott's waist, trying to bring him into the embrace and pull him close. Yeah, he was just thinking that. This is a sex trap, isn't it.] You can give up and we can leave.
[Give up? The hell's the fight over? Who knows! Bakugo wants to win though. He cusses as a thumb brushes over his sensitive head, plays with the slit, trying to get more out of him his balls aren't ready to give yet.]
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Date: 5/16/25 14:21 (UTC)Still just the two of them. And it's hot. He really wants the other teen. Maybe more than just like this.
His body fully squirms, hastily pushing aside that thought for now, wet and harder pants escaping past Scott's mouth as that hand continues to tease him. It really won't take much for him to become hard again, the thought getting his legs to clench and tighten further around his strong waist, their hard muscles rubbing against each other. They've sparred, worked together, and now they're aligned like this. At least this is easy to understand and accept.]
D-Don't see you resisting all that much. [His thighs clench and squeeze around Bakugo's waist again, before legs cross behind his lower back. Partly to keep him close and partly so he doesn't fall, just trusting that the other teen can keep him up with some assistance from the wall behind him if needed. He stares down at his friend with flushed cheeks, before moving back in to steal another kiss from him-- tongue passing by his lips before pulling his head back again.]
And like hell I'm giving up. [As if to emphasize his point, Scott almost harshly squeezes his cock, fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft as he starts pumping his spent arousal-- a determined and stubborn glint appearing in his eyes.]
Unless you want to call a truce. Pick this up sometime later.
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Date: 5/16/25 18:56 (UTC)It fails. Only reminds him even more intently of Scott's legs around his waist, thrown over his thighs, hand on his penis, breath ghosting the outline of his lips, waiting on the bare outskirts of another kiss he wants so damn badly. Wouldn't surprise him if they got off exactly in this position, touching each other, making out, rubbing together until everything came to another messy head. Fuck, the more he thinks about it, the more his body eagerly responds.]
You wanna... pick this up later... when you're already hard? [Mostly hard, getting harder in his hand as Bakugo slides up and down a steady clip. He grunts when Scott squeezes him, eyes widening for a second before taking "revenge" with a squeeze of his own. Bastard. Fuck it, they're doing this. He leans in, kissing the mutant hard once more as he picks up the pace, actively gunning to get Scott off again despite both of them being so fresh off an orgasm.]
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Date: 5/17/25 17:11 (UTC)If he's going to be dragged down into this though...]
Shut up-- but no, fine. Fair point.
[His own hold around Bakugo's dick starts tightening, increasing its pace, hand jerking up and down and fully pumping his cock like he's trying to force an erection out of his friend. He knows that he just came, but Scott doesn't care all that much, he's going to keep doing this even if his hand cramps. He wants Bakugo to be as hard and hot for him as he is. The determination drives him forward, Scott tilting his head and right before he kisses him again, he gets more words out.]
Become hard for me, Bakugo. [And he leans in that remaining distance to nearly capture his mouth in his. Hungry. Maybe even a little desperate and needy, despite the fact that he's come already. Bakugo gets his heart to beat faster with want and desire and this is the best way to express all that. His pelvis jerks closer to Bakugo, their hands probably touching one another as they grip each other's arousals.
Although this close, he's tempted to push their hands away, so that they can slide their erections together.]
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Date: 5/18/25 02:00 (UTC)That was fast. [Not like he should be talking. Scott squeezes him harder and the hero's pace staggers slightly. Fuck, don't pay attention to that, dammit. Each full pump has his hips rocking slightly, cock eagerly starting to thicken and lift in Scott's hand. He can't tell if it's comfortable or not, having just cum a few minutes ago. Sensitive, tired, pleasure, pain, logic tells him to stop, that he's going to end up with a bruised and aching dick in the morning. But by now his competitive spirit's ignited and he quickly matches Scott's pace, now making it a dash to see who can get the other to come first. No more taking turns.
And he's got a head start.]
Don't order me around, Shades. [Muffled against the kiss, screw if it means talking around Scott's lips and a hungry tongue invading his mouth. His need, heat, desperation, fuck they feel amazing against him. Legs tighten around his waist, free hand running over his thigh, chest reverberating with one solid heartbeat after another. He tugs with his legs, pulling himself or Scott, whoever scoots cross the wet tiles easier, until their balls are rubbing with each hand-jerking bounce, knuckles clacking together as they pump each of off.]
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Date: 5/18/25 22:38 (UTC)Then there's another competition, one that Scott really wants to win, even though he thinks that he's at a disadvantage. Whatever, he'll make up for it!!
His thumb presses right against that small pinprick opening of Bakugo's dick, rubbing and digging just shy of actually pushing in, instead changing tactics to toy with his tip and rubbing his glans before he moves down to start pumping his shaft down, then up. His free hand grips the back of Bakugo's hair to keep them fully lip locked as well, not letting either of them escape, even if they wanted to. Teeth clink together, and it's not because Scott can feel that familiar heat build in his groin-- no, he doesn't want to come just yet. He still has to keep at it.
Though, it really doesn't help as their balls are firmly pressed together in a rough rub, sacs so sensitive and bouncing with each pull of their hands. Neither of them relenting. Scott barely notices how their knuckles bump into each other, fingers squeezing Bakugo roughly as his legs tremble around his waist, the mutant obviously fighting off the urge to come.]
I-I'm going to win. [He barely gets those words out, now just wanting to taunt him.]
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Date: 5/19/25 02:59 (UTC)And yet it's not enough to make him want to give up. He drops his hand, lowering over his shaft until he reaches the base. Thumb and forefinger ring around the root, letting his other three digits drop and go for a cheating rub and caress over Scott's testicles. Smooth skin slides along his fingers, he can draw his sac up enough to reach for the mutant's perineum and massage along sensitive flesh. A hard grip squeezes in his hair and he snarls despite a breathless moan coming immediately after. Too much, too sensitive, so damn hard with a rushing urge to break and spill all over again.
Still kissing, making out among the water, he presses into it, not wanting it to end, yet his body's yelling at him to let it go. They've been at this for so long, weighted further by a preamble of arousal, heavy conversation, arousal again, and now this challenge. He rubs his hips forward, thrusting against Scott over and over in a reckless rush towards that final. He digs his free hand into the other teen's shoulder, pulling at him as he ruts into his body, hands knocking together with their touch. Already close, built up from the last one.]
Sh-shut up! You- you're going... down- [Even as he says it, he feels himself starting to come undone, precum spurting and muscles tightening as everything draws tense towards white. Fuck-!]
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Date: 5/20/25 00:14 (UTC)Only made worse as Bakugo's rough fingers start fingering his base, toying with his root, and messing with his bulging and overly sensitive testicles. Fucking asshole. Stupid hot sexy shithead. Stuff he wants to call him, but a stifled cry echoes right into the other teen's mouth instead, unable to hide how much that touch has affected him and getting his spine to arch, his cock pulsing with another glot of precum. F-fuck, he's going to come again, so soon. He wanted to win, but every slide and tease against his lower regions is so much and fuck they're massaging against his perineum once more. Toying with oh so sensitive skin and Scott shudders, a half-broken noise pushing into his mouth as his hand momentarily stutters on Bakugo's cock. It's too much, way too much.
The thought pulls at something in Scott, the mutant letting little half-choked noises push out from him nearly every second, his hips starting to bounce up and down as he resumes his stroking, senses all overwhelmed and it feels so much. And yet he wants to keep going. Wants to drive Bakugo to feel the same. His hand squeezes the other's arousal, then again, hand jerking up and down and sliding against his slickness, spreading all across his cock before reaching over to press his own fingers against Bakugo's perineum, circling and rubbing the skin there and briefly wondering what it'd feel like to trail his fingers down even more. Teasing his hole. Like he's done for him. Would he like that?
Lightning shoots up his spine at the thought, along with another pump of Bakugo's hand, and Scott pulls his mouth away to release a moan so loud, it's definitely echoed around the stall. His come starts pulsing hard and warm from his tip, once again splattering across their chests as his legs flex and squeeze around strong hips, bare ass sliding against the wet floor as his body jerks and shakes from his orgasm.]
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Date: 5/20/25 20:46 (UTC)Shoving his mouth against Scott's shuts him up, them both up, muffling any further taunting into moans and wet squelches of tongue and lips mashing together above their throbbing cocks. Muscles harden, he hunches his shoulders up like he can't control them, fingers spasm around Scott's dick and balls, pumping him in bare twitches alongside each squeezing pulse. Bakugo tents a knee towards his ribs, instinctively trying to collect Scott further into the embrace and feel his body arching and shuddering under his ministrations. They shouldn't be doing this, it's too much too fast, but goddamn if he isn't plunging ahead and chasing the rising heat. Ecstasy finally punches its way through pain and warning, a searing icy rush sweeps down from his stomach to his groin and floods into his balls as they draw up tight against his perineum and base of his penis. Is it because Scott's stumbling on his own ministrations, is it because of his body rubbing against his own and sliding all over skin to skin where it's hot and his mouth's shoved hard against his friend's and their dicks touch leaking heads with his fingers touching fuck fuck it's too muc- FUCK!!
White, everything, his brain shuts down amid a surging burst of hot bliss. A choked shout escapes his lips, yelling as every nerve lights up and his dick spasms with each forced spurt of semen lancing out of his head. It's pleasure and pain mixed, searing his cock each time another stream spurts out and splatters all over Scott's chest and stomach. Balls working overtime to churn more of his seed. Fingers curl and scramble on Scott's shoulder, dragging at his nape without control over where he's clutching, toes popping and heel dug into Scott's cleft. Over and over, completely stolen and swamped in several seconds of hellish heaven.
Who the fuck won? Who the fuck cares? All he knows is... it's wet and hot when he finally comes to.]
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Date: 5/21/25 18:22 (UTC)Scott's mind slowly pulls at him, getting enough awareness to realize that he's now panting hard and wet against Bakugo's neck, arms fully wrapped around his shoulders as he unconsciously pushes their slick, semen covered chests against each other. The water above them is still going, but he barely notices, a low whine leaving him as his oversensitive and soft dick lightly slides against Bakugo's in a teasing but far too much touch for the moment. No more, but shit. More than strung out, their semen sticky with threads connecting their worn out dicks.
He's pretty much collapsed at this point, unable to actually get up-- even if he wanted to. Which. He doesn't. His legs still curled around his friend's waist, with aftershocks of his climax still getting the mutant to twitch and press against Bakugo in a sensual cling. Muscles loose everywhere else except for how he's embracing his friend.
And fuck. He feels so loopy. Relaxed and yet overwhelmed at the same time. His mouth pressing against Bakugo's neck before it latches on, sucking on heated skin as some instinctual part of him takes over. A part of him that just wants Bakugo and mark him. To just stay like this as stupid as it sounds.]
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Date: 5/23/25 00:09 (UTC)Bakugo's hand slips off Scott's shoulder, bouncing on the ground for a second and earning a hiss. Fuck! Knuckles right on the damn tile! Pain shocks his system, shatters his afterglow, and he jerks upward with a growl. Half-growl, half-groan. Semen peels apart as their chests separate, no longer Scott's heaving pectorals and flexing abs pressing to his own, but a rush of exposed nerves for water and air. Bakugo clicks his tongue slightly and rubs at his hand.]
Tch. You came first. [COMPETITION! HE WINS! Somehow finding that to be the best thing to say after their orgasm. What a dumbass. Bakugo reaches up and thumbs at the mark on his neck where Scott'd been latched on just a few seconds ago. Gonna be there for a few hours...]
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Date: 5/28/25 18:58 (UTC)He doesn't know what to say, not at first, not until Bakugo breaks the silence first. And. He snorts half-heartedly. Fucking prick. Honestly, he kind of forgot all about that.]
Whatever, asshole. [He doesn't care too much about their 'competition' right now, mostly just focused on getting his mind picked up from the floor and deal with all the stupid feelings he's having right now. Both are hard!! That stupid affection he has for the other teen, something that isn't just basic attraction because of his body and skills.]
You were definitely louder.
[Okay, so he has to say something still.]
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Date: 5/30/25 00:23 (UTC)Bakugo nudges both hands down between his sides and Scott's knees, spreads his fingers, and encourage the other teen to finally let go from his leg-lock latch. If he ends up bonking his heels or ankles on the shower floor in the process, too fucking back. At least he got his win! HA! ... And a lot more.]
Like hell I was! You were moaning all over the place! [Who the hell knows which of them was the louder in the heat of things, all panting and gasping with each other's names spilling out of their lips along with saliva and kisses. Bakugo grumbles to himself as he slowly tucks his knees and feet, working to get some feeling back in his lower legs going all pins and needles. Ugh... But he starts working on properly standing up again. At least so he can get some soap and shampoo to clean off.] Can you stand?
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Date: 6/1/25 14:49 (UTC)One good thing about this casino. Never really runs out of hot water, at least not in this area.]
So were you. [No denying how much he was moaning and groaning when Bakugo sucked him off. Or toyed with his balls. Or touched his dick again. Yeah. But. If he's going to be called out for it, he's going to drag the other teen with him!! It's the right thing to do. Because as much stupid affection he has for him, he also has to tease him and piss him off. It's just how it is.
But with Bakugo getting up, Scott starts doing the same-- his pace increasing when he hears the question. Of course he can stand!! He's going to prove it.]
Of course I can. I'm not taken down that easily.
[He says that, with legs slowly pushing him up and straightening, but Bakugo may notice how Scott's placing one hand against the wall to help keep him upright-- at least for a few seconds.]
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Date: 6/1/25 22:43 (UTC)He runs his hands over Scott's legs again, helping him unwind from his body for no impetus other than getting another feel in. Corded muscles in his thighs flexing with the pull, tendons under his knees tightening as his calves tensed with a scraping ankle on smooth tile. Feels good, the way his body slides along his own. Enough he almost regrets having to part ways. Almost... They've been in here long enough to get wrinkled.]
Urusei. [Don't drag him down with you, dammit! Bakugo tucks a foot under himself and pushes up, rising in the shower and stretching his arms over his head. Does it count he stood up before Scott? ... YES IT DOES!! Even after asking whether the mutant can stand or not, Bakugo doesn't bother offering a hand. Even though a pair of red eyes linger on the other boy's position, ready to drop an arm and catch him if it looks like Scott's gonna collapse or slip.]
Grab your towel. We're going back to my room. [Oh, did this just turn into a sleepover? Apparently, and Bakugo's not gonna take "no" for an answer.]
start wrapping up? :>
Date: 6/3/25 00:05 (UTC)Not realizing that Bakugo just won another competition, Scott keeps his hand planted against the wall for a few seconds longer before straightening up. His posture more solid and it doesn't look like his legs are going to give. Yeah, he'll definitely be fine. As if to prove it, he also stretches, arms rising above his head and pulling, before he bends his back as well, trying to stretch his limbs after sitting down on the floor with his legs curled around him.
He lowers one hand to his hip though, hearing the command.]
Wow, at least take me out to dinner first. [Small pause.] Another dinner.
[Yeah, he's fully messing with him. Bakugo's so fucking bossy... but Scott honestly finds it kind of fun in its own way. At least in this instance. He may not enjoy being bossed around all the time, but with his mind humming contently from their previous activities, and just that overall affection he has for him, he thinks it's okay this time.]
it's a good place to wrap!
Date: 6/3/25 14:51 (UTC)He watches Scott finally get his land legs under him again, lowering his arm once the mutant's on his feet and steady. Not gonna fall from this much mess, huh. Bakugo should be looking somewhere else... but nope, once Scott stretches his arms over his head and pulls his toned figure taut, his eyes go right there, whether he likes it or not. Shit... Had to throw in an arched back at the same time. Bastard's not even aware he's doing this on purpose!]
I've already taken you to dinner, dork! [Ugh, don't downplay his gesture! Bakugo turns and stalks out of the shower, grabbing his towel from the rack with a husk of material. Bastard. But Scott agreed. Mostly. He assumes. He'd better have! ... Tch, at least he knows he'll sleep well tonight.]