[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: 5/20/25 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.]