[A brief wrinkle of his nose. He knows it's metaphorical, but Bakugo's not the first to imply he might not have reproductive organs.]
Ya know being part plant doesn't mean I don't have a full human body right? Damn brat.
[Obviously he has balls!! And a plant ovule somewhere in there as bonus, but this ain't about that! Folks are lucky he's secure and semi-modest enough not to walk around fully in the nude just to prove it, gosh.
He's not gonna give Bakugo time to think on that remark though, instead going to grab him by the shirt and yank him forward, more than happy to put his money where his mouth is. Shy doesn't exist in his vocabulary, and the bite is hard and sharp, accented by his jagged, shark-like teeth, and very deliberately trying to draw blood as he sucks at the skin. He minds his vines for now, no tying up the hero, just trying to gauge his reaction first.]
Haa?! Who the fuck said-?! [Wait, did he think Bakugo meant that literally?! He knows Chobe's got all the equipment down there! How the hell did he not know that was a figure of speech?! And no, he's not going to encourage the guy to run around in his skin as preemptive perverted proving!
But all that thought flashing through his mind never reaches his mouth before Chobe does exactly what he got dared to do. A hand in his shirt, wind rushing past his ears, yanked in close just before sharp teeth slam into his neck.] Ngh-!! [Dammit, he asked him to. Did he expect Chobe to go for it? ... Yeah, pretty much.
He knows he has balls.
It hurts. Of course it hurts! A fucking mini-shark just chomped onto his trap! Pieces through his skin, drawing blood almost instantly, and he grunts at the sensation. One, he's not some damn masochist. But two, Chobe didn't shy from the challenge. And that's attractive. Bakugo grips the back of the guy's head, fingers fisting in his hair. Not enough to hurt yank (yet) as he gets a handhold. He presses the other flush to his stomach.]
[In response, there's nothing but a quick harsh laugh against his neck, before Chobe gets right back to it. Bakugo wasn't able to leave a mark on him due to his healing factor, but Chobe certainly isn't going to have that issue in reverse.
And hey, he hasn't been pushed away yet, so time to push his luck, gambling man he is. From what he's observed, Bakugo steps up to every challenge, and won't take being perceived as weak sitting down. So what happens when Chobe tries to shove the hero against the wall? It's not likely a comfortable position, especially with the leashes and other equipment dangling from their displays, but that's hardly a deterrent for him. He just wants to see if Bakugo's into it, or if he's gonna get a blast to the chest soon.]
[Bakugo gives his hair a squeeze in revenge, not tugging or pulling since he doesn't want those damn teeth dragging further in or messily out of his neck. Maybe he won't be able to leave a mark on Chobe that'll last, but he can work with what he has and enjoy the time it does linger. To say nothing to an explosion to the face...
He grunts as the shelf (or three) slam into his back, a few pieces of equipment and items rattling on the shelves.] You don't have to wreck fucking store! [Bite him all you want, but leave the stupid shelves out of it. But not this one, since he's clasping a hand onto the metal and holding on as his body grinds against Chobe's front. The leash between his hand and the man's neck goes taut with a snap, D-ring jangling for a second. Another growl reverberates in his chest before Bakugo bites down on his neck.
[Nag nag nag. Bakugo should know Chobe could give two shits about property damage. Hell, this is a mild day for him, he only pretended to have a hostage, after all. He'll have to make it up by causing some real havoc later.
But those are problems for tomorrow Chobe. Right now he has to deal with this competitive punk, having the audacity to try and out bite him. It's not unwelcome though, and that combined sensation of the tightness of the leash and teeth on his neck feels great. Kinda funny, he thinks. The last time he was this close to the hero's neck he nearly became a smear on the wall from the knee jerk reaction. But hey, the danger's the draw, and what's the point of this shit if you can't get at least a little rush? The grinding doesn't hurt either, and Chobe's gonna take the opportunity to try and sleep a hand under his shirt.]
Haah? This ain't against your hero code to get worked up by a villain?
I'll fucking tighten that collar two inches! [He does know! And on the one hand, it irks him. On the other hand, if the peacock doesn't want its shit destroyed, maybe it shouldn't kidnap people and then encourage them to fuck wherever whenever, haa?! As long as Chobe's not causing havoc (for no reason) and threatening innocent people in front of him, Bakugo's gonna be fine letting him do whatever he wants. Hell, scorch the uninhabited places. Make the peacock regret kidnapping angry crazy powerful people! Maybe it'll fucking learn.
Last time he was at his neck, they were fighting. Not making out for a potential fuck. He keeps his hand to the side, leash twang like a wire, and pulls his mouth away from Chobe's neck. Hmph, look at that; he made a mark! It's gonna fade though. Bastard. That hand under his shirt earns a hard clench of muscle, defined abs flexing beneath the scarred man's hand. Bakugo arches his spine, presses into the touch, and turns his head so he can work his mouth over Chobe's ear. Just cause he's got high regeneration doesn't mean he isn't sensitive.]
You want me to blow you up instead? [Even if there are villains here, what's Bakugo going to do? Can't put them in jail. It's pathetic. Certainly isn't gonna kill them. It's pointless. Try to make them see the error of their ways and encourage them to be good guys? ... Yeah, not his fucking preference for dealing with villains.]
[He can appreciate Bakugo's more practical approach to the shallow good guy/bad guy divide in the resort. Even if at this point his villainy is just a habitual front to keep up his reputation, he'd learned long ago his personal standing at home meant squat here. But old habits die hard, and while he has no intention of ever changing his ways, he is learning his tactics aren't needed, or nearly as effective, in modern times like this. He'd never admit it though, and it's much, much more fun using that energy to get a rise out of the good Samaritans. Feeling the immediate reaction of Bakugo's body reacting to his touch is near enough satisfaction as is.
And ding ding ding. . .Chobe dishes it out rather easily, having plenty experience of finding what tickles a partner's fancy, but it's rare anyone's bold enough to explore in the reverse. Most of his body is calloused and firmed up from years of hard work, battles, and scrapping by to survive, there's little left of him he'd call sensitive. Bakugo still manages to find a bit, and the nibble gets a light jerk out of him, digging his nails into the hero's chest with a hiss. Embarrasing.
Now, he realizes that damn leash is gonna limit his movements, suddenly finding it very annoying. He groans, half growls, burying his face in Bakugo's shoulder.]
Turn around.
[He doesn't even bother quipping back now, it's more of a demand, his whole body tensing up. At least he's "asking," still holding back those vines even though it'd make things a lot easier.]
[Trust him, a year ago, he never would've given someone like Chobe more than a single "KILL HIM!" thought. When the idea of villains being people, having a point, being worth attempting to understand and talk to, were paramount to insanity in his mind. Things change over a year of intense and varied experiences.
Here in the resort, is there really such a thing has hero and villain in the way Bakugo knew within his own world? There are heroic actions and villainous actions, but the only "bad guy" in their midst is the fucking bastard who kidnapped all of them. He does go around and patrol when the resort gets dangerous, trying to help people who are in trouble, and he'll step in if some guest is being a bastard or bitch to someone else undeservedly... but that's relatively rare. What really constitutes "crime" in a world built for hedonism?
Tch. Figures the plant-magic-user is gonna have some sort of barky tough skin, a warrior and worker is going to have callouses and firm mark. He knew that already, given the scars on Chobe's face, expecting to find more the further he touches and explores him. But he used to be human. There's bound to be some chinks in his tough hide. Sensitive spots of skin where he's soft and squirmy. Past hard muscle and taut tendons, there's gotta be some nerve endings in these places that'll get the guy tensing up and wriggling. The second the other man twitches like that, a hot breath ghosts across his ear. Heh, not even gonna bother hiding the smirk as he traces his tongue over his ear's shell.
Bastard. Demanding he turn around when he's the one holding the leash... He's tempted to snarl back, turn the tables and demand Chobe drop to the floor... Next time. He's gonna ride him into whatever surface they're on. Bakugo lets the leash slacken, but deliberately loops it around his wrist for safekeeping. A final nip and he turns around to face the shelving, head twisting a smirk over his shoulder.] Don't you dare disappoint me, Weed Face.
[Annoying. Annoying!! Funny how he came here to get a laugh at Bakugo's expense, maybe tease and rile him up a bit, and now here he is, ready and eager to fuck him. It's his own hubris, he figures. A whirlwind of pride and petty competitiveness drives him, he can't let this fucking hero know he got turned on so easily just from a few nibbles. Maybe that's the true crime here!!
And he could practically feel Bakugo's self satisfied smirk, and he can't let that stand. Chobe may still be on a short leash, but once Bakugo's properly facing the wall, he's not holding back. Those rough hands drag down around from his chest to his back, making their way to his hips. From there he's working to get Sparky's pants off, or at least one is. The other's squeezing at his thighs and cheeks, feeling around til he's massaging his shaft.
All the while his mouth's working at the crook of Bakugo's neck, none too gentle as he bites and licks at the skin. He's gonna get peppered in marks for his trouble; a form of petty vengeance from Chobe. He's getting a taste of the brat's sweat too, which miiight be mildly alarming if he weren't so horny right now. But Bakugo's stayed his hand so far, so he's not going to worry about it.
He will snipe him with a little jab though, petty bastard he is, muttering against his skin.]
'f ya blast me before I can finish I'll make sure yer ass is full of fuckin' thorns.
Don't tell me what to do. [A few nibbles? What the fuck?! Making out and grinding against him with a collar on his neck wasn't enough; it was his mouth on his ear?! He's gonna bite that fucking thing later. When he isn't being a cocky idiot and turning his back to a man who can grow sharp roots out of his fingers. Half the reason he's got his head turned over his shoulder; the other half's simply cause he likes what Chobe looks like.
A low grunt rumbles in his chest, head dropping and shoulders lifting as he arches his back into the man's hands. Fuck, is he trying to rake him or something? Fingers grope at his pants, finding a belt-less hem with button and zipper blockading his path. Bakugo traces his tongue across his teeth, chest heaving a heavier breath between his jaws as his cock throbs under Chobe's wandering paw. Dammit, one hand on his groin and he's ready to rut into him.
One bloody bite's enough for a tryst. He weathers the nips and licks along his neck, face flushing hard and his free hand swinging back to grab for Chobe's waist. He's not the only one who can scramble someone's pants down. Finding the fastening of his fly while stealing more than a few copped feels of his dick locked behind the fabric. Luckily it's only the sweat on his palms that's combustive, if Chobe's curious.]
Then don't give me a reason to blast your dick off. [He reaches back with his leashed hand and buries his fingers in the man's blonde hair, mussing it with random caresses and combs stemming in time with Chobe's palming of his dick.]
Maybe it was a combo of all the above, but it's rare for anyone to have enough balls to even try to bite back. And the hero keeps throwing punches, daring him on with a look from those defiant red eyes. Unlike Bakugo, he doesn't mind when his partner isn't as active so long as they enjoy themselves, but here's this punk, chiding him, refusing to just take it without running his smart ass mouth. Chobe's aware he's slipping up and revealing he might have just a few control issues. . .it's something he'll have to remember to keep in check in the future.
Back to business, and luckily (?) for Bakugo, Chobe tends to go commando. Partially out of preference and comfort, partly because. . .he keeps. . .destroying his clothes. Fighting, lightning, this guy can find so many ways to destroy fabric!! Honestly it's a miracle he's even wearing proper pants today. Though speaking of destruction? Eager fingers fumble with Bakugo's zipper, and he lets out a course swear of a whisper. Fuck it, a small vine splits from Chobe's palm to just slice those fasteners off and get the pants to drop. He was already going to have to pay Bakugo back for the leash and collar combo, he'll just add a new pair of pants to the IOU list.
And finding out the source of his explosions wouldn't be much comfort giving that hand's position right now!! He sucks in a sharp breath, between the fingers curling in his hair and the hand clumsily searching for his own hard dick, he's barely keeping it together as he discards his own pants. Then with one hand around the hero's cock, thumbing and squeezing it lightly (sans the vine, no dick slicing today), and the other bracing himself, he's gives no warning as he thrusts, hard, purposeful. "Don't give him a reason," fucking punk he'll give him plenty reasons not to!!]
[During a training battle against All Might, the Pro Hero grabbed Bakugo by the face. Most people instinctively pull away or scramble for the hand; Bakugo straight up ignored his grip and opened fire while dangling in the air. He has balls enough to be thought of as crazy sometimes. Better to be considered reckless and intense than weak and wussy. Like hell is he gonna allow Chobe to think anything less of him than fucking amazing and this guy's ridiculous (in the good + impressive way). Why does he care what his scar-faced partner thinks of him? ... Maybe cause Bakugo's not gonna admit he kind of thinks Chobe's cool. And he wants to mess with this bastard's control issues.
Commando. Hot. He wants to scoff and mutter "pervert" under his breath, but given how reckless Weed Face throws his powers around and gets into trouble, why bother wearing any? Thanks for not going stark naked though! Fucking weird. Metal pings and Bakugo tenses up as his zipper splits and his pants sag around his hips.] Dammit, destroy your own clothes, not mine! [Just gonna ignore his dick jumping hard and throbbing from the audacious act. What kind of idiot can't figure out a zipper? As soon as Chobe's pants are down enough, he hikes a leg and stomps down on the hem, shoving it all the way to the man's ankles in a leg-tingling rush. They can play step out on their own time, tugging shoes and legs out of clinging pants while trying to stay up and not knee each other or step on each each other.
Bakugo grunts hard and rocks his hips into Chobe's hand, cock oozing precum onto the space between the man's thumb and forefinger. No vine means no explosive sweat (lucky for Chobe, Bakugo can consciously control whether he produces the dangerous sweat or not) and he rakes his hand through the man's hair once more before dropping it to his now-naked hips. As soon as Chobe abruptly thrusts, Bakugo throws his head back with a shout, one eye clenching shut and face crunching in a mix of pain and pleasure.] Fuck!
[The leash goes taut as he yanks hard on it, hauling Chobe's neck and head forward to get his chin over his shoulder. Just so he can turn his own head and aggressively claim his mouth in a rough over-shoulder kiss. Complete with a few bites and growls.] You never heard of prep before, Weed Face?
[He... doesn't feel like he's entirely against the sudden hard thrust.]
[What conflicted feelings he'd have if he knew Bakugo genuinely thought he was a bit cool. Gross. He doesn't need or want some hero wannabe's admiration. Nevermind that he's the one that seeks him out and keeps needling him out of curiosity, and currently has his dick shoved up his ass. Hypocrisy is something Chobe sees little point in lingering on, okay.
The sudden violent tug on the leash nearly throws him off balance, grateful that he's got a hand to steady himself. Before he can bitch at the hero about how they both could have toppled just now, suddenly it's his mouth getting the rough treatment. He returns it in kind, sloppy but just a enthusiastic til he breaks it for a gruff, teasing laugh.]
Too rough to handle? What happened to all that big talk, punk?
[If he's gonna be leashed like a dog he might as well fuck like one!! It makes no difference to him. His preoccupied hand massages Bakugo's cock, and he grins, pressing himself harder against his ass.]
[Good luck ever getting him to admit anything like that. Strong people who refuse to back down check a few boxes Bakugo has when it comes to whether he gives a shit about another person. He's had to swallow a few heroic urges in this place, mostly because "jail" here's a joke and it's not his duty in the peacock to reform criminals. Wasting his effort on people will only piss him off. If he refused to interact with them... well this wouldn't be happening now, would it.
Relax. He's got his chest against the shelving and another hand ready and able to catch them before either collapse. Why the hell would he put a leash on Chobe if he wasn't gonna use it at least once? Making out with him like this strains his neck a bit, but it's pretty fucking hot. Bakugo steals a nip at his lower lip when the man breaks the kiss, easing his pull on the leash so he can retreat.]
I didn't tell you to pull out, dumbass! [He took it, even if it hurt like a bitch at first! Already adjusting, biting back the pain, knowing it'll feel better soon enough. Chobe's hand on his dick helps mitigate the feeling and he drops his head back against the guy's shoulder. Fine, see how he likes this. Bakugo clenches his core muscles and squeezes his ass around the guy's cock, as if he can pull him further inside.] Like hell am I gonna give up. I'll drain you dry.
[Lucky for him Chobe won't ever probe him about it. . .probably. Maybe. Perhaps to be obnoxious he will, but no time soon. Life for a hero must be hard, all the more reason Chobe's more than happy to adhere to his 'do what I want' mantra. Hero, villain, it doesn't matter, he'll fuck, kill, or fight whoever he desires. "My only god is me," as he says. There's not a man alive that could change his mind, in or out of the resort.
Feeling the slack ease up on that leash, he snickers, running that rough tongue along his shoulder--and then hissing as Bakugo clamps down his dick. Wow? WOW!! He almost comes from sheer shock, fuck this punk!]
Prick. You fucking wish!!
[Literally though, he can't dry up, as sex acts as a stimulant to replenish his tao and stamina. There's several ways to do so--special exercises, meditation and such, but a good fuck is by far his favorite. Technically though, a simple touch or even a hug would be enough to boost at least a little of his energy provided his partner has a good match up in elemental tao, but fucking is more reliable. And far more fun.
But enough with the tao lesson. He's got more important things on his mind. An eye for an eye and a. . .fuck for a buck? Something like that. Don't ask Chobe for metaphors. He doesn't care how tight Bakugo's ass cheeks are, he gets right back to it, rocking, or rather, practically slamming into him with each thrust, getting into a rhythm. All the while he practices that hand/dick coordination as he tightens his grip around Bakugo's, pumping in sync with each buck.]
[If the life of a hero was easy, anyone could do it. He's met a lot of people who think their "do what i want" mantra is the best way to go in life; they always get pissed off when someone interferes with that. Bakugo's stepped in front of Chobe a few times now, though he's learned to pick his battles with the criminal. Usually only if he's endangering innocent people. Trash the hotel? Che, go for it. This damn bird made the choice to swallow a nutso.
Bakugo tilts his head to the side, grimacing slightly when Chobe licks him. What the hell? Did this guy always have a damn cat tongue on him? Makes him clench his stomach and ass as much as his own deliberate attempt. His expression melts into a panting smirk as he feels Chobe tense up behind him, cock jerking inside his ass. That sensitive, huh?]
Mouthing off after you almost blew your load right now?
[Bastard's trying to get used to different motions. Jerking him off and fucking him at the same time. He forces his hips to still amid waves of pleasure and jolts of pain. Each slap of his hips against his ass mingles with an awkward jerk of his hand. Is this his first time trying it together? Bakugo bites back another snarl before yanking his hand off Chobe's head and grabbing the man's fist with his own.]
Time it better, Weed Face. [He forces his hand to wait until Chobe's cock drags out to the tip, then pulls his hand down towards his base while the man shoves his dick back in to the root. Balls slap against his ass almost at the same time as Chobe's fist meets Bakugo's sac.] Fuck! Do that again, just like that!
[Maybe later they can talk about tao and other nerdy things.]
[If nothing else, these are two peas in a pod--loud, bossy, demanding. If the store wasn't empty already, any would be customers or onlookers are making sure to give it a wide berth now.
If he isn't grabbing at his hair anymore that gives Chobe the range to just, fucking chomp down on Bakugo's nape again, as if biting into flesh somehow helps brace him more. It'll stop Chobe from bitching with his mouth full, at least. A fling with him can range from chill and relaxing to messy, chaotic and violent. Bakugo's rolled closer to the chaotic end this time.
There's a growl in his throat as Bakugo guides his hand, fighting against his instinct to just hammer into him. Controlling he may be, he does listen--if begrudgingly. He's got just a bit too much pride to finish on his own without a partner getting the best out of it, too. So he obliges, hand gliding up that dick as he pulls out, sliding down just as he slams into him once more, getting faster and faster each turn, hot breath panting against the hero's neck.
He may not like being told what to do, but he's not gonna bitch about results.]
Fuck me better and I won't have to tell you! [Coupled with another yank on the leash to drag Chobe forward again. Emphasizing who's got the leash right now. Bakugo turns his head and goes for the other guy's ear again, trying to nip, bite, or lick it. Purely to be an asshole to him at the same time. Who said he was gonna lie here and take it?
He... doesn't get his ear. Instead, Chobe gets his nape. Again.] Fuck! [Right on the damn back of it! He can't tell whether to drop his head forward or throw it back, stuck in transition with several shudders and twitches. Heartbeat slamming in his chest, his ass clenching in spasms around Chobe's dick. This shitty back and forth is really getting him excited, making him want to scramble for another hold, get his hands all over this guy. Sucks he's stick chest-first against the damn shelving! Boring, passive sex turns him off; Chobe's aggressive fuck is amazing.
Bakugo's breath rushes out as his forehead hits the metal, bracing on it as hips pound against his ass. Chobe listens to his directions, working his hand backwards when his dick bottoms out. Pleasure jolts through his body, radiating out and making a knee slam into the shelf to avoid going down with a buckle. He manage to get his knee locked again as Chobe pulls out and draws his hand up, feeling like the blonde's stretching his pleasure nerves between fist and hips. Harder, faster, matching his jerking and fucking. Guh... hell of an improvement...] There you go. Fuck, you bastard.
[Bakugo should get himself some more partners that want to kill him, that's sure to make his next rendez-vous more interesting. Not that Chobe wants to kill him at the moment, hell, he doesn't have anything against him in general! Murder is simply his default relationship rank. Might be more of an insult if he doesn't want to kill someone.
Chobe doesn't respond to that smart ass remark immediately, though Bakugo can likely feel his eye roll in the form of his mouth finally releasing its clamp on his neck, swapping to kissing and licking up his neck, to his ear. The feeling of the hero nearly buckling under him, hitting the shelf, that alone sends a ripple of pleasure through him, idly wondering if he can fuck him harder enough for the punk to bring the whole shelf down. Would that be painful? Probably. Would he also never let Bakugo live it down? Absolutely.
He picks up the pace, hand and dick working in harmony as he presses in deeper, and he whispers against the hero's ear.]
If it feels so good then why don't ya go ahead and let loose?
[Is he daring him to come before him? Bitch he might be.]
[He has enough people trying to kill him back home; he doesn't need people gunning for his head in this shitty place! Bad enough the damn bird kidnapping him and holds him prisoner. Ironically Bakugo would usually not want anything to do with a criminal, but things are different in the peacock. Chobe's as much a victim here as him. (Ugh, don't start going into how the intimacy between murderer and victim is unparalleled.)
Bakugo exhales sharply as teeth pull from his neck, leaving a mark he'll feel for a few days. Tongue licks wander up his neck, kissing lips follow in dots to his ear. It tickles despite himself and he squirms slightly, face heating up and head instinctively twitching to the side as a shoulder hitches upward. Fuck, no wonder Chobe got all squirmy when he attacked his ear earlier. Dammit, don't use his tactics against him! Come up with your own! Buddy, if he brings these shelves down, you're coming down with him into a pile of metal stacks.
He wrenches his free hand from the shelf and shoves it clear through the length of it, slamming his hand against the wall in splayed fingers and open palm. Braced to keep himself from falling despite the rhythmic slap of hips beating heat into his ass.]
Asshole, as if I'd come before you!
[Chobe liked this last time, so- Bakugo tightens his core muscles and clenches his hole and tunnel around the man's dick, trying to grab as much of him as possible. Tight vice ripples into hilly squeezes, his ring clamping as hard as he can at his base. He can't keep it flexed for long, but he can do it over and over.]
[He'd never, Chobe has far more taboo tastes lmao. Being called a victim though, he'd be more than offended. Even if it's true, it goes against the narrative Chobe's written for himself. No time to dwell on that though, not with Bakugo getting the upper hand on him.]
--Oi!!
[The sudden clench sends a whole body shiver through him, and he responds with a squeeze of the hero's dick, maybe just a little too tightly, and he feels himself pressing his entirety against Bakugo, threatening to try and crush him against that shelf. He steadies himself though, catching his breath and trying to play down the trembles in his muscles.]
Don't--call me an asshole when I'm all up in yours, fucker!!
[Welp, looks like the race is on. Truly this should not be competition, but Chobe might as well be part mule at this point. As worked up as he is, there's no way he can last much longer but fuck if he's not going to try. He basically treats Bakugo's clenching like, a fucking quick-time event, thrusting and rubbing him up as soon as he feels his ass loosen up. Ridiculous. He can't help but laugh against the hero's neck, he can't even be mad if he loses this one.]
[He'll stick with leashes, plant shenanigans, and aggressive fucking between them. Bakugo despises being trapped in the stupid bird as well. He wants to be the worst damn case of indigestion this shitty peacock's ever gonna have! They can argue about victim or not another time. Right now, he's having too much fun hearing Chobe bark.]
Too much-AH, shit! [Dammit, he didn't have to crush his fucking dick like that! Bakugo jerks his head up, one eye clenched shut and mouth snarling openly into the air. Squeezing down on Chobe's cock turns into a vice-like slam as his body hardens up from sensation. This bastard's shoved flush against his body, reminding him way too annoyingly of their clothes blocking skin to skin contact Bakugo likes so damn much. He'd buck him off if it wasn't half-thrilling to hear Chobe's breath catching and feel his body shuddering against his own.]
Call me a "fucker" again and I'll pound you into the floor! [Fuck him! Welcome to Bakugo, where everything is a competition. From racing to the room to milking out his partner's orgasm and making them feel the best. He throws his head back against Chobe's shoulder, panting and gasping rhythmic to his thrusts. Can't even pull the leash taut as he buries one hand in the guy's hair and drags him close, other hand braced to the wall. He relaxes out of instinct and force, shouting when Chobe bottoms out inside him and a lance of precum splatters all over the blonde's hand.
Fuck- fuck-fuckfuckfuck-!! He's throbbing inside, pulsating around Chobe's dick like a goddamn alarm clock. Can't think, can't do anything but feel his damn cock slamming into his prostate and dragging his ring with each thrust. Gonna lose his mind, gonna fall, gonna scream-]
[He'll pound HIM into the floor!! No wait, they're still standing. Heck. Chobe's mind isn't working, clouded by the adrenaline and pleasure swirling within him. He doesn't even protest when Bakugo grabs his hair again, obediently rolling his head closer. There's a string of curses he'd like to blurt out, damn punk ass egging him on to even end up in this scenario, but he can't get any of it out. Besides, technically he started it. He doesn't need the hero pointing out his hypocrisy.
Nah, instead he's locked in, if he's gonna lose he's gonna make sure it feels good to lose. Even when that cum oozes over his fingers, he pays it no mind, using it to glide down that throbbing shaft once more. Then, feeling that ass quiver around him--Chobe's at his limit.
One last thrust, forceful, enough to nearly throw the hero's hips at the shelf, and Chobe's finally granted release. Rather than shouting though, it's met with one last bite of Bakugo's neck. Flesh works just as well as a gag, it turns out, just can't help it. His breath hisses as his pleasure spills out inside him, and he mutters something, near inaudible as he's clamped on to his skin.
[He picked the fucking shelves this time! Floor next time and HE'LL be the one on top! Can't even get his own brain around his leg to try and trip him. Everything's swarming with pleasure pleasure pleasure pounding into his flesh every time Chobe slams balls deep inside. Fingers buried in his hair, wanting to get his head over his shoulder and tear into his mouth again with more brutal kisses, he isn't able to force that desire to life. Stuck clinging to his head as his body winds tighter and tighter, like a wire coiling with each heady slap.
Hard and leaking becomes turgid and twitching, stretching his hole even more as Chobe thickens in his depths. Fucking bastard's even bigger! Bakugo rams his head into his shoulder, choking out a shout and grunt melded together between his teeth. Grit hard enough to hurt, he wants to keep it in-- and completely fails, yelling into the air as Chobe finally comes inside him. Complete with those damn teeth crunching into his neck again.
Same time, same fucking time, heat bursts into him and out of him simultaneously. White streaks splatter the shelves in hot lines, abs hardening in rhythmic clenches as his balls draw up and churn with each heady spurt. You win travels through his nape rather than his ears, and he's gonna deny his victory as soon as his brain stops shooting out of his dick and landing all over the stupid shelves in glazing lines and drooling over Chobe's fingers as his orgasm slowly begins to die down.
[So contrary, even at this point. Teeth release Bakugo's skin as he comes down from the high, panting being replaced with breathy laughs. His body sighs against the hero's as he finally slides his dick out, as messy as his hand is right now.]
You know you're way too loud, yeah? No restraint at all.
[Says the guy that claims he lost. Not that he minds the enthusiasm in the least, though. Everything riles this guy up, it's as endearing as it is funny. And even if he perceives it as a loss, Chobe doesn't actually care that much. The point is fun and indulgence, so he'll count it as a success. Maybe Bakugo isn't as much of a prude as he thought. . .though he got so caught up, he forgot about the leash. What a shame.
He brings that pleasure covered hand up, tasting Bakugo's essence with a lick of his fingers.]
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Date: 6/23/25 00:08 (UTC)Ya know being part plant doesn't mean I don't have a full human body right? Damn brat.
[Obviously he has balls!! And a plant ovule somewhere in there as bonus, but this ain't about that! Folks are lucky he's secure and semi-modest enough not to walk around fully in the nude just to prove it, gosh.
He's not gonna give Bakugo time to think on that remark though, instead going to grab him by the shirt and yank him forward, more than happy to put his money where his mouth is. Shy doesn't exist in his vocabulary, and the bite is hard and sharp, accented by his jagged, shark-like teeth, and very deliberately trying to draw blood as he sucks at the skin. He minds his vines for now, no tying up the hero, just trying to gauge his reaction first.]
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Date: 6/23/25 03:47 (UTC)But all that thought flashing through his mind never reaches his mouth before Chobe does exactly what he got dared to do. A hand in his shirt, wind rushing past his ears, yanked in close just before sharp teeth slam into his neck.] Ngh-!! [Dammit, he asked him to. Did he expect Chobe to go for it? ... Yeah, pretty much.
He knows he has balls.
It hurts. Of course it hurts! A fucking mini-shark just chomped onto his trap! Pieces through his skin, drawing blood almost instantly, and he grunts at the sensation. One, he's not some damn masochist. But two, Chobe didn't shy from the challenge. And that's attractive. Bakugo grips the back of the guy's head, fingers fisting in his hair. Not enough to hurt yank (yet) as he gets a handhold. He presses the other flush to his stomach.]
Bastard.
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Date: 6/23/25 12:05 (UTC)And hey, he hasn't been pushed away yet, so time to push his luck, gambling man he is. From what he's observed, Bakugo steps up to every challenge, and won't take being perceived as weak sitting down. So what happens when Chobe tries to shove the hero against the wall? It's not likely a comfortable position, especially with the leashes and other equipment dangling from their displays, but that's hardly a deterrent for him. He just wants to see if Bakugo's into it, or if he's gonna get a blast to the chest soon.]
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Date: 6/24/25 00:00 (UTC)He grunts as the shelf (or three) slam into his back, a few pieces of equipment and items rattling on the shelves.] You don't have to wreck fucking store! [Bite him all you want, but leave the stupid shelves out of it. But not this one, since he's clasping a hand onto the metal and holding on as his body grinds against Chobe's front. The leash between his hand and the man's neck goes taut with a snap, D-ring jangling for a second. Another growl reverberates in his chest before Bakugo bites down on his neck.
Two can play this game!]
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Date: 6/24/25 16:34 (UTC)[Nag nag nag. Bakugo should know Chobe could give two shits about property damage. Hell, this is a mild day for him, he only pretended to have a hostage, after all. He'll have to make it up by causing some real havoc later.
But those are problems for tomorrow Chobe. Right now he has to deal with this competitive punk, having the audacity to try and out bite him. It's not unwelcome though, and that combined sensation of the tightness of the leash and teeth on his neck feels great. Kinda funny, he thinks. The last time he was this close to the hero's neck he nearly became a smear on the wall from the knee jerk reaction. But hey, the danger's the draw, and what's the point of this shit if you can't get at least a little rush? The grinding doesn't hurt either, and Chobe's gonna take the opportunity to try and sleep a hand under his shirt.]
Haah? This ain't against your hero code to get worked up by a villain?
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Date: 6/24/25 20:41 (UTC)Last time he was at his neck, they were fighting. Not making out for a potential fuck. He keeps his hand to the side, leash twang like a wire, and pulls his mouth away from Chobe's neck. Hmph, look at that; he made a mark! It's gonna fade though. Bastard. That hand under his shirt earns a hard clench of muscle, defined abs flexing beneath the scarred man's hand. Bakugo arches his spine, presses into the touch, and turns his head so he can work his mouth over Chobe's ear. Just cause he's got high regeneration doesn't mean he isn't sensitive.]
You want me to blow you up instead? [Even if there are villains here, what's Bakugo going to do? Can't put them in jail. It's pathetic. Certainly isn't gonna kill them. It's pointless. Try to make them see the error of their ways and encourage them to be good guys? ... Yeah, not his fucking preference for dealing with villains.]
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Date: 6/24/25 22:04 (UTC)And ding ding ding. . .Chobe dishes it out rather easily, having plenty experience of finding what tickles a partner's fancy, but it's rare anyone's bold enough to explore in the reverse. Most of his body is calloused and firmed up from years of hard work, battles, and scrapping by to survive, there's little left of him he'd call sensitive. Bakugo still manages to find a bit, and the nibble gets a light jerk out of him, digging his nails into the hero's chest with a hiss. Embarrasing.
Now, he realizes that damn leash is gonna limit his movements, suddenly finding it very annoying. He groans, half growls, burying his face in Bakugo's shoulder.]
Turn around.
[He doesn't even bother quipping back now, it's more of a demand, his whole body tensing up. At least he's "asking," still holding back those vines even though it'd make things a lot easier.]
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Date: 6/25/25 02:30 (UTC)Here in the resort, is there really such a thing has hero and villain in the way Bakugo knew within his own world? There are heroic actions and villainous actions, but the only "bad guy" in their midst is the fucking bastard who kidnapped all of them. He does go around and patrol when the resort gets dangerous, trying to help people who are in trouble, and he'll step in if some guest is being a bastard or bitch to someone else undeservedly... but that's relatively rare. What really constitutes "crime" in a world built for hedonism?
Tch. Figures the plant-magic-user is gonna have some sort of barky tough skin, a warrior and worker is going to have callouses and firm mark. He knew that already, given the scars on Chobe's face, expecting to find more the further he touches and explores him. But he used to be human. There's bound to be some chinks in his tough hide. Sensitive spots of skin where he's soft and squirmy. Past hard muscle and taut tendons, there's gotta be some nerve endings in these places that'll get the guy tensing up and wriggling. The second the other man twitches like that, a hot breath ghosts across his ear. Heh, not even gonna bother hiding the smirk as he traces his tongue over his ear's shell.
Bastard. Demanding he turn around when he's the one holding the leash... He's tempted to snarl back, turn the tables and demand Chobe drop to the floor... Next time. He's gonna ride him into whatever surface they're on. Bakugo lets the leash slacken, but deliberately loops it around his wrist for safekeeping. A final nip and he turns around to face the shelving, head twisting a smirk over his shoulder.] Don't you dare disappoint me, Weed Face.
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Date: 6/25/25 03:49 (UTC)[Annoying. Annoying!! Funny how he came here to get a laugh at Bakugo's expense, maybe tease and rile him up a bit, and now here he is, ready and eager to fuck him. It's his own hubris, he figures. A whirlwind of pride and petty competitiveness drives him, he can't let this fucking hero know he got turned on so easily just from a few nibbles. Maybe that's the true crime here!!
And he could practically feel Bakugo's self satisfied smirk, and he can't let that stand. Chobe may still be on a short leash, but once Bakugo's properly facing the wall, he's not holding back. Those rough hands drag down around from his chest to his back, making their way to his hips. From there he's working to get Sparky's pants off, or at least one is. The other's squeezing at his thighs and cheeks, feeling around til he's massaging his shaft.
All the while his mouth's working at the crook of Bakugo's neck, none too gentle as he bites and licks at the skin. He's gonna get peppered in marks for his trouble; a form of petty vengeance from Chobe. He's getting a taste of the brat's sweat too, which miiight be mildly alarming if he weren't so horny right now. But Bakugo's stayed his hand so far, so he's not going to worry about it.
He will snipe him with a little jab though, petty bastard he is, muttering against his skin.]
'f ya blast me before I can finish I'll make sure yer ass is full of fuckin' thorns.
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Date: 6/26/25 00:49 (UTC)Don't tell me what to do. [A few nibbles? What the fuck?! Making out and grinding against him with a collar on his neck wasn't enough; it was his mouth on his ear?! He's gonna bite that fucking thing later. When he isn't being a cocky idiot and turning his back to a man who can grow sharp roots out of his fingers. Half the reason he's got his head turned over his shoulder; the other half's simply cause he likes what Chobe looks like.
A low grunt rumbles in his chest, head dropping and shoulders lifting as he arches his back into the man's hands. Fuck, is he trying to rake him or something? Fingers grope at his pants, finding a belt-less hem with button and zipper blockading his path. Bakugo traces his tongue across his teeth, chest heaving a heavier breath between his jaws as his cock throbs under Chobe's wandering paw. Dammit, one hand on his groin and he's ready to rut into him.
One bloody bite's enough for a tryst. He weathers the nips and licks along his neck, face flushing hard and his free hand swinging back to grab for Chobe's waist. He's not the only one who can scramble someone's pants down. Finding the fastening of his fly while stealing more than a few copped feels of his dick locked behind the fabric. Luckily it's only the sweat on his palms that's combustive, if Chobe's curious.]
Then don't give me a reason to blast your dick off. [He reaches back with his leashed hand and buries his fingers in the man's blonde hair, mussing it with random caresses and combs stemming in time with Chobe's palming of his dick.]
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Date: 6/27/25 04:36 (UTC)Maybe it was a combo of all the above, but it's rare for anyone to have enough balls to even try to bite back. And the hero keeps throwing punches, daring him on with a look from those defiant red eyes. Unlike Bakugo, he doesn't mind when his partner isn't as active so long as they enjoy themselves, but here's this punk, chiding him, refusing to just take it without running his smart ass mouth. Chobe's aware he's slipping up and revealing he might have just a few control issues. . .it's something he'll have to remember to keep in check in the future.
Back to business, and luckily (?) for Bakugo, Chobe tends to go commando. Partially out of preference and comfort, partly because. . .he keeps. . .destroying his clothes. Fighting, lightning, this guy can find so many ways to destroy fabric!! Honestly it's a miracle he's even wearing proper pants today. Though speaking of destruction? Eager fingers fumble with Bakugo's zipper, and he lets out a course swear of a whisper. Fuck it, a small vine splits from Chobe's palm to just slice those fasteners off and get the pants to drop. He was already going to have to pay Bakugo back for the leash and collar combo, he'll just add a new pair of pants to the IOU list.
And finding out the source of his explosions wouldn't be much comfort giving that hand's position right now!! He sucks in a sharp breath, between the fingers curling in his hair and the hand clumsily searching for his own hard dick, he's barely keeping it together as he discards his own pants. Then with one hand around the hero's cock, thumbing and squeezing it lightly (sans the vine, no dick slicing today), and the other bracing himself, he's gives no warning as he thrusts, hard, purposeful. "Don't give him a reason," fucking punk he'll give him plenty reasons not to!!]
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Date: 6/28/25 13:10 (UTC)Commando. Hot. He wants to scoff and mutter "pervert" under his breath, but given how reckless Weed Face throws his powers around and gets into trouble, why bother wearing any? Thanks for not going stark naked though! Fucking weird. Metal pings and Bakugo tenses up as his zipper splits and his pants sag around his hips.] Dammit, destroy your own clothes, not mine! [Just gonna ignore his dick jumping hard and throbbing from the audacious act. What kind of idiot can't figure out a zipper? As soon as Chobe's pants are down enough, he hikes a leg and stomps down on the hem, shoving it all the way to the man's ankles in a leg-tingling rush. They can play step out on their own time, tugging shoes and legs out of clinging pants while trying to stay up and not knee each other or step on each each other.
Bakugo grunts hard and rocks his hips into Chobe's hand, cock oozing precum onto the space between the man's thumb and forefinger. No vine means no explosive sweat (lucky for Chobe, Bakugo can consciously control whether he produces the dangerous sweat or not) and he rakes his hand through the man's hair once more before dropping it to his now-naked hips. As soon as Chobe abruptly thrusts, Bakugo throws his head back with a shout, one eye clenching shut and face crunching in a mix of pain and pleasure.] Fuck!
[The leash goes taut as he yanks hard on it, hauling Chobe's neck and head forward to get his chin over his shoulder. Just so he can turn his own head and aggressively claim his mouth in a rough over-shoulder kiss. Complete with a few bites and growls.] You never heard of prep before, Weed Face?
[He... doesn't feel like he's entirely against the sudden hard thrust.]
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Date: 6/29/25 18:55 (UTC)The sudden violent tug on the leash nearly throws him off balance, grateful that he's got a hand to steady himself. Before he can bitch at the hero about how they both could have toppled just now, suddenly it's his mouth getting the rough treatment. He returns it in kind, sloppy but just a enthusiastic til he breaks it for a gruff, teasing laugh.]
Too rough to handle? What happened to all that big talk, punk?
[If he's gonna be leashed like a dog he might as well fuck like one!! It makes no difference to him. His preoccupied hand massages Bakugo's cock, and he grins, pressing himself harder against his ass.]
You wanna tap out, you can just say so.
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Date: 6/30/25 01:53 (UTC)Relax. He's got his chest against the shelving and another hand ready and able to catch them before either collapse. Why the hell would he put a leash on Chobe if he wasn't gonna use it at least once? Making out with him like this strains his neck a bit, but it's pretty fucking hot. Bakugo steals a nip at his lower lip when the man breaks the kiss, easing his pull on the leash so he can retreat.]
I didn't tell you to pull out, dumbass! [He took it, even if it hurt like a bitch at first! Already adjusting, biting back the pain, knowing it'll feel better soon enough. Chobe's hand on his dick helps mitigate the feeling and he drops his head back against the guy's shoulder. Fine, see how he likes this. Bakugo clenches his core muscles and squeezes his ass around the guy's cock, as if he can pull him further inside.] Like hell am I gonna give up. I'll drain you dry.
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Date: 6/30/25 03:07 (UTC)Feeling the slack ease up on that leash, he snickers, running that rough tongue along his shoulder--and then hissing as Bakugo clamps down his dick. Wow? WOW!! He almost comes from sheer shock, fuck this punk!]
Prick. You fucking wish!!
[Literally though, he can't dry up, as sex acts as a stimulant to replenish his tao and stamina. There's several ways to do so--special exercises, meditation and such, but a good fuck is by far his favorite. Technically though, a simple touch or even a hug would be enough to boost at least a little of his energy provided his partner has a good match up in elemental tao, but fucking is more reliable. And far more fun.
But enough with the tao lesson. He's got more important things on his mind. An eye for an eye and a. . .fuck for a buck? Something like that. Don't ask Chobe for metaphors. He doesn't care how tight Bakugo's ass cheeks are, he gets right back to it, rocking, or rather, practically slamming into him with each thrust, getting into a rhythm. All the while he practices that hand/dick coordination as he tightens his grip around Bakugo's, pumping in sync with each buck.]
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Date: 6/30/25 18:16 (UTC)Bakugo tilts his head to the side, grimacing slightly when Chobe licks him. What the hell? Did this guy always have a damn cat tongue on him? Makes him clench his stomach and ass as much as his own deliberate attempt. His expression melts into a panting smirk as he feels Chobe tense up behind him, cock jerking inside his ass. That sensitive, huh?]
Mouthing off after you almost blew your load right now?
[Bastard's trying to get used to different motions. Jerking him off and fucking him at the same time. He forces his hips to still amid waves of pleasure and jolts of pain. Each slap of his hips against his ass mingles with an awkward jerk of his hand. Is this his first time trying it together? Bakugo bites back another snarl before yanking his hand off Chobe's head and grabbing the man's fist with his own.]
Time it better, Weed Face. [He forces his hand to wait until Chobe's cock drags out to the tip, then pulls his hand down towards his base while the man shoves his dick back in to the root. Balls slap against his ass almost at the same time as Chobe's fist meets Bakugo's sac.] Fuck! Do that again, just like that!
[Maybe later they can talk about tao and other nerdy things.]
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Date: 7/1/25 03:18 (UTC)[If nothing else, these are two peas in a pod--loud, bossy, demanding. If the store wasn't empty already, any would be customers or onlookers are making sure to give it a wide berth now.
If he isn't grabbing at his hair anymore that gives Chobe the range to just, fucking chomp down on Bakugo's nape again, as if biting into flesh somehow helps brace him more. It'll stop Chobe from bitching with his mouth full, at least. A fling with him can range from chill and relaxing to messy, chaotic and violent. Bakugo's rolled closer to the chaotic end this time.
There's a growl in his throat as Bakugo guides his hand, fighting against his instinct to just hammer into him. Controlling he may be, he does listen--if begrudgingly. He's got just a bit too much pride to finish on his own without a partner getting the best out of it, too. So he obliges, hand gliding up that dick as he pulls out, sliding down just as he slams into him once more, getting faster and faster each turn, hot breath panting against the hero's neck.
He may not like being told what to do, but he's not gonna bitch about results.]
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Date: 7/1/25 18:39 (UTC)He... doesn't get his ear. Instead, Chobe gets his nape. Again.] Fuck! [Right on the damn back of it! He can't tell whether to drop his head forward or throw it back, stuck in transition with several shudders and twitches. Heartbeat slamming in his chest, his ass clenching in spasms around Chobe's dick. This shitty back and forth is really getting him excited, making him want to scramble for another hold, get his hands all over this guy. Sucks he's stick chest-first against the damn shelving! Boring, passive sex turns him off; Chobe's aggressive fuck is amazing.
Bakugo's breath rushes out as his forehead hits the metal, bracing on it as hips pound against his ass. Chobe listens to his directions, working his hand backwards when his dick bottoms out. Pleasure jolts through his body, radiating out and making a knee slam into the shelf to avoid going down with a buckle. He manage to get his knee locked again as Chobe pulls out and draws his hand up, feeling like the blonde's stretching his pleasure nerves between fist and hips. Harder, faster, matching his jerking and fucking. Guh... hell of an improvement...] There you go. Fuck, you bastard.
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Date: 7/3/25 02:26 (UTC)Chobe doesn't respond to that smart ass remark immediately, though Bakugo can likely feel his eye roll in the form of his mouth finally releasing its clamp on his neck, swapping to kissing and licking up his neck, to his ear. The feeling of the hero nearly buckling under him, hitting the shelf, that alone sends a ripple of pleasure through him, idly wondering if he can fuck him harder enough for the punk to bring the whole shelf down. Would that be painful? Probably. Would he also never let Bakugo live it down? Absolutely.
He picks up the pace, hand and dick working in harmony as he presses in deeper, and he whispers against the hero's ear.]
If it feels so good then why don't ya go ahead and let loose?
[Is he daring him to come before him? Bitch he might be.]
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Date: 7/4/25 02:36 (UTC)Bakugo exhales sharply as teeth pull from his neck, leaving a mark he'll feel for a few days. Tongue licks wander up his neck, kissing lips follow in dots to his ear. It tickles despite himself and he squirms slightly, face heating up and head instinctively twitching to the side as a shoulder hitches upward. Fuck, no wonder Chobe got all squirmy when he attacked his ear earlier. Dammit, don't use his tactics against him! Come up with your own! Buddy, if he brings these shelves down, you're coming down with him into a pile of metal stacks.
He wrenches his free hand from the shelf and shoves it clear through the length of it, slamming his hand against the wall in splayed fingers and open palm. Braced to keep himself from falling despite the rhythmic slap of hips beating heat into his ass.]
Asshole, as if I'd come before you!
[Chobe liked this last time, so- Bakugo tightens his core muscles and clenches his hole and tunnel around the man's dick, trying to grab as much of him as possible. Tight vice ripples into hilly squeezes, his ring clamping as hard as he can at his base. He can't keep it flexed for long, but he can do it over and over.]
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Date: 7/4/25 17:17 (UTC)--Oi!!
[The sudden clench sends a whole body shiver through him, and he responds with a squeeze of the hero's dick, maybe just a little too tightly, and he feels himself pressing his entirety against Bakugo, threatening to try and crush him against that shelf. He steadies himself though, catching his breath and trying to play down the trembles in his muscles.]
Don't--call me an asshole when I'm all up in yours, fucker!!
[Welp, looks like the race is on. Truly this should not be competition, but Chobe might as well be part mule at this point. As worked up as he is, there's no way he can last much longer but fuck if he's not going to try. He basically treats Bakugo's clenching like, a fucking quick-time event, thrusting and rubbing him up as soon as he feels his ass loosen up. Ridiculous. He can't help but laugh against the hero's neck, he can't even be mad if he loses this one.]
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Date: 7/4/25 22:08 (UTC)Too much-AH, shit! [Dammit, he didn't have to crush his fucking dick like that! Bakugo jerks his head up, one eye clenched shut and mouth snarling openly into the air. Squeezing down on Chobe's cock turns into a vice-like slam as his body hardens up from sensation. This bastard's shoved flush against his body, reminding him way too annoyingly of their clothes blocking skin to skin contact Bakugo likes so damn much. He'd buck him off if it wasn't half-thrilling to hear Chobe's breath catching and feel his body shuddering against his own.]
Call me a "fucker" again and I'll pound you into the floor! [Fuck him! Welcome to Bakugo, where everything is a competition. From racing to the room to milking out his partner's orgasm and making them feel the best. He throws his head back against Chobe's shoulder, panting and gasping rhythmic to his thrusts. Can't even pull the leash taut as he buries one hand in the guy's hair and drags him close, other hand braced to the wall. He relaxes out of instinct and force, shouting when Chobe bottoms out inside him and a lance of precum splatters all over the blonde's hand.
Fuck- fuck-fuckfuckfuck-!! He's throbbing inside, pulsating around Chobe's dick like a goddamn alarm clock. Can't think, can't do anything but feel his damn cock slamming into his prostate and dragging his ring with each thrust. Gonna lose his mind, gonna fall, gonna scream-]
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Date: 7/5/25 00:40 (UTC)[He'll pound HIM into the floor!! No wait, they're still standing. Heck. Chobe's mind isn't working, clouded by the adrenaline and pleasure swirling within him. He doesn't even protest when Bakugo grabs his hair again, obediently rolling his head closer. There's a string of curses he'd like to blurt out, damn punk ass egging him on to even end up in this scenario, but he can't get any of it out. Besides, technically he started it. He doesn't need the hero pointing out his hypocrisy.
Nah, instead he's locked in, if he's gonna lose he's gonna make sure it feels good to lose. Even when that cum oozes over his fingers, he pays it no mind, using it to glide down that throbbing shaft once more. Then, feeling that ass quiver around him--Chobe's at his limit.
One last thrust, forceful, enough to nearly throw the hero's hips at the shelf, and Chobe's finally granted release. Rather than shouting though, it's met with one last bite of Bakugo's neck. Flesh works just as well as a gag, it turns out, just can't help it. His breath hisses as his pleasure spills out inside him, and he mutters something, near inaudible as he's clamped on to his skin.
"Fuck. You win."]
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Date: 7/5/25 03:33 (UTC)[He picked the fucking shelves this time! Floor next time and HE'LL be the one on top! Can't even get his own brain around his leg to try and trip him. Everything's swarming with pleasure pleasure pleasure pounding into his flesh every time Chobe slams balls deep inside. Fingers buried in his hair, wanting to get his head over his shoulder and tear into his mouth again with more brutal kisses, he isn't able to force that desire to life. Stuck clinging to his head as his body winds tighter and tighter, like a wire coiling with each heady slap.
Hard and leaking becomes turgid and twitching, stretching his hole even more as Chobe thickens in his depths. Fucking bastard's even bigger! Bakugo rams his head into his shoulder, choking out a shout and grunt melded together between his teeth. Grit hard enough to hurt, he wants to keep it in-- and completely fails, yelling into the air as Chobe finally comes inside him. Complete with those damn teeth crunching into his neck again.
Same time, same fucking time, heat bursts into him and out of him simultaneously. White streaks splatter the shelves in hot lines, abs hardening in rhythmic clenches as his balls draw up and churn with each heady spurt. You win travels through his nape rather than his ears, and he's gonna deny his victory as soon as his brain stops shooting out of his dick and landing all over the stupid shelves in glazing lines and drooling over Chobe's fingers as his orgasm slowly begins to die down.
Goddamn...]
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Date: 7/6/25 00:18 (UTC)You know you're way too loud, yeah? No restraint at all.
[Says the guy that claims he lost. Not that he minds the enthusiasm in the least, though. Everything riles this guy up, it's as endearing as it is funny. And even if he perceives it as a loss, Chobe doesn't actually care that much. The point is fun and indulgence, so he'll count it as a success. Maybe Bakugo isn't as much of a prude as he thought. . .though he got so caught up, he forgot about the leash. What a shame.
He brings that pleasure covered hand up, tasting Bakugo's essence with a lick of his fingers.]
Huh! Dunno why, but expected it to taste spicier.
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