[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: 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.]