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.]
[Guh. He drops his head against he shelf as soon as Chobe's teeth pull from his skin. Feels like he chunked out a damn vertebrae; all strength to hold his head up's gone for a few seconds. Only a throbbing pain in his nape in exactly the same shape as the man's fucking jaws. He's gonna be wearing that for several days.
As soon as he feels Chobe start to pull out of him, Bakugo finds a well of strength, swings his hand back, and claps him right on the ass before yanking him forward, keeping him from tugging free for several more second. Bastard, who the hell said he was ready for him to pull out just yet?
Sucks he can't hold him too long and eventually he slides out with a wet noise and drips.]
Don't make me fucking choke you with this.
[And gives a few haphazard "toing toing" tugs on Chobe's leash of pure petulance. Bakugo slowly gathers his strength again, fingers gripping the shelves and pulling himself back to a proper stand. He's not taking it as a "win" since he came at the same time as Chobe. All that means is he has to fuck him again another time and get him to decisively come first!
Hey! He used the leash a few times, tugging Chobe over his shoulder to demand a kiss or pulling him closer. Not much he can do with it when the guy's flush up against his back railing him from behind...]
[alkdjfdaf he can't help but tense up when Bakugo grabs his ass. He can fucking go again if he wanted, punk!! He almost takes that as an invitation before Bakugo's strength gives way and releases him. Amazing how he can summon the energy to be so damn demanding, if only for a few seconds. As fun as that was, it's not lost on Chobe just how fucking strong Bakugo is, and that energy can be dangerous outside of a quick fuck session.
He snorts lightly at the half hearted leash tugs. Petty bitch.]
Such dirty talk! Ya know that won't kill me, it'd just turn me on again.
[Honestly a proper strangle might make him pass out for a bit, but details. He pokes at Bakugo's cheeks, fingers still sticky and wet as a tease as he finally steps back, careful not to trip over his pants. ]
And that implies you ain't hot shit all the way through. Didn't think you were that humble!
[And you think he can't, bastard?! He was seriously tempted to try for it, but his body told him to slow the fuck down for a second. If only to change their location so he isn't being driven into a bunch of fucking metal again. Bakugo catches his breath, swallows, tongue tracing across his lips between his teeth. Recovering himself as his body slowly comes down from the high of his orgasm. Damn, Chobe's still able to go again. This grassy asshole's strong. Probably a good thing their trysts are turning more sexual rather than going at each other power versus power.
Even if he can't deny the guy's hella fun to fight. A regrowing punching bag! What's not to like?]
I never said I was gonna kill you! [What wuss thinks a single choke's fatal to anyone?] Pervy weirdo.
[He wonders if he could strangle Chobe into unconsciousness. It'd be pointless to try in a fight. He'd be in close range and run through with a million fucking vines and branches before the man even felt his eyes bulge.
Bakugo instantly whips his head around and *chomp!* bites Chobe's finger. The taste of is own cum and thick glaze lingers on his tongue instantly, before he closes his lips and deliberately runs his tongue along the guy's digit. Not gonna let go until he's clean... and even then, he keeps his lips wrapped tight as he pulls back with a deliberate suck.]
Shut up. Don't get the wrong idea. [He's dangerous everywhere.]
[Try fucking WHILE fighting next time. How is that possible? Don't worry about it, Chobe will find a way. And that stamina is why Chobe makes such a good 'punching bag.' If it were anyone else, even with the same regeneration gift, they'd wither away or be consumed by their flowers far faster than the former bandit. Slim chance of Chobe sticking around to see if Bakugo could eventually wear him down out of sheer spite though. . .
Before he can snap back with a teasing retort, this fucker bites his finger! Ow?? Dude! Of all things, that is what makes Chobe actually flinch for once. He just isn't used to dealing with someone just as feral as he is.]
FUCKING--seriously?! See, this shit? This shit right here is why I ain't gonna let folks like you near my dick.
[He'd probably bite it the fuck off!! Granted, it would in fact. . .regrow, but still. He sneers slightly, watching the hero's face as he pulls back, before turning his head away. Not gonna admit that it feels kinda nice, nope. He tugs his hand back once Bakugo releases him.]
[With his acrobatic fighting style, how the hell does Chobe expect him to fuck while fighting?! If he's inviting Bakugo to take an aggressive tumble on the bed and end up wrestling while they fuck, hell yeah he's game for it! One of his classmates back home had a Quirk focused on defense with a shit-ton of stamina along with it. He knows all about the punching bag kind of companions! Luckily for Chobe, Bakugo's not interested in trying to find the limits of his regeneration. Probably good for the hero as well. He'd rather not end up a pin cushion.
Oh that got him to flinch? Excuse him for grinning like a devil around Chobe's finger, all white teeth and a husky sort of bastard child between growl and chuckle. What's the matter, you eternal moss mound? Not used to a bite? Paybacks for this guy chewing the shit out of his fucking neck.]
Wuss.
[All he's gonna say and totally looks like the victor with that smug smirk stretching all over his face. So damn proud of himself. Bakugo could definitely get Chobe's dick in his mouth, sans biting, and he'd fucking enjoy it. Even if he added some teeth later on! And no, he does not want his disembodied dick in his mouth. Gross.]
Ooh, aren't you a big bad villain. [Chobe's pouty and a dork. It's kind of cute.] What a cliche.
[Get creative, nerd!! Perhaps a tussle for another day, though. If nothing else, even if he won't voice it, Chobe is appreciative of Bakugo's spunk. Immortality aside, he hasn't neglected to keep his body in shape, but there's little challenge normal petty criminals and gangsters can provide when you can simply break their necks or skewer them through the chest without batting an eyelash. Bakugo and a few others keep him on his toes here, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't refreshing to have a proper adrenaline rush again.
Won't stop him from bitching about the walking piece of dynamite snacking on him though. Pot meet kettle, but it's a matter of pride!! He at least isn't too bothered by the weak ass insult.]
A wuss with my dick in tact! Tch.
[Though gosh what a punchable face Bakugo has. He's not wrong, but Chobe ain't giving him that satisfaction. Instead he just snorts, going to pull up his pants as the leash dangles beneath his neck, and shooting back his own smug grin.]
Oi, some cliches are classics for a reason, pay some respect on the name that just had ya screamin'!
[Creative meaning blast all Chobe's limbs off until he's nothing but a head and torso, then fuck his ass into the bed like a kinky mannequin freak? (Gross.) He'd rather use his explosions to keep them in the air while they fuck instead. As much as he's pissed off over Chobe's criminal inclinations, he really likes the bastard's attitude and pride. Doesn't hurt he's a great lay at the same time. Strong body, kept well, creative abilities, willing to clash back in word and action. Bakugo likes it when his partners aren't boring.
Just be glad he didn't bite it off out of sheer spite! (He won't. That's disgusting.) But if Chobe's allowed to bite the fuck out of his body during sex, he can bite his damn cum-covered finger after sex! It's HIS CUM in the first place!]
Wuuuss.
[Make all the excuses you want, fact is, someone's scared to put his dick in Bakugo's mouth. And he's calling him out on it with a smug ass bitch punk face with zero apology included. Ugh. This is another reason he hates sex out in public. There's no way to clean up! He has to drag his pants up knowing he's got another guy's damn cum leaking out his ass into his clothes. And he has to walk back to his room with that mess!]
Earn it.
[You want his respect, put in the work. A good fuck's nowhere near enough to earn Bakugo's hard-won respect. A quick snatch and he pulls the leash-- and Chobe --to him.]
I'm going back to my room. You gonna heel or ditch?
[Chobe's got no idea what he means, public sex is great exactly because of that. It's like tagging an area with graffiti, only far messier and less sanitary! And either way, some custodial staff will have to come scrub it up later. Chobe will snicker as Bakugo tries to get his pants back on--not at all apologetic for slicing his zipper off.
And is he scared to put his dick in crazy? Well, no, not exactly, because Chobe's an even worse choice to put your dick in. But even he'd tread cautiously putting a part of himself in the hands or mouth of a walking firecracker, damn.
Though, it'd be pretty exciting, and different, he must admit. Having lived over a century now with only one partner that can keep up with him, the challenge the resort provides is welcome. But ah well, he ain't vocalizing that. He rolls his eye at the 'earn it' comment, initially brushing it off as more trivial goading before Bakugo yanks that leash. Then he finds himself staring down the red-eyed punk, letting a silent bout of consideration blanket the moment.]
. . .for a brat, you don't really know your place, huh?
[He takes a deliberate step forward, closing any remaining distance.]
But you're the one holding my leash, so lead the way.
[Like hell it is! He can't be as loud or as free when he's in public, dammit! Pants stay on, shoes squeak on the ground, sweat sticks to your clothes, there's less contact and movement, pleasure's half stifled since MOST people want to keep it clandestine rather than slam their partner onto the restaurant table and go at it with five families and half the staff watching! Dammit, he wants to cram this shelf down Chobe's throat to shut his snicker up. Or just whack his damn head off and let him regenerate it...
Fucking zipper won't hold together now that it's broken! Bakugo snarls as he searches the shelves and wrenches a price-tag clasp off its edge. Wussy version of an alligator clip, but it'll work, shoved over the matching hem edges and locked down tight. Enough to get him back to his room without dropping his pants. He's gonna put his dick in Chobe one of these days. Don't think for a second he's some forever bottom bitch! Doesn't matter if he's some botanical nightmare on the inside.
At least the resort lets most people keep their powers. How fucking boring would it be if they were all wandering around normal weak people with nothing interesting or extra to show for it?
And he's serious about earning it. Right now, Chobe's sitting on the "shitty but kinda cool" realm Bakugo doesn't mind giving people who piss him off but interest him regardless. Hence the leash yank. RBF right back up into his scarred face. He twists the leash around his hand a few times, letting the man think.]
Urusei. I know it and it ticks you off.
[Ego trip. Chobe steps forward and Bakugo leans up for a quick "screw it" kiss for no reason other than he wants to, he has the leash, and Chobe's right there.]
Don't fall behind.
[Ironic. But turns to the side, shoulder and head leading his tilt into leaving the store and heading back to his room. He won't yank or haul Chobe around, but that leash stays around his wrist with his hand in his pocket.]
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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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Date: 7/6/25 02:09 (UTC)As soon as he feels Chobe start to pull out of him, Bakugo finds a well of strength, swings his hand back, and claps him right on the ass before yanking him forward, keeping him from tugging free for several more second. Bastard, who the hell said he was ready for him to pull out just yet?
Sucks he can't hold him too long and eventually he slides out with a wet noise and drips.]
Don't make me fucking choke you with this.
[And gives a few haphazard "toing toing" tugs on Chobe's leash of pure petulance. Bakugo slowly gathers his strength again, fingers gripping the shelves and pulling himself back to a proper stand. He's not taking it as a "win" since he came at the same time as Chobe. All that means is he has to fuck him again another time and get him to decisively come first!
Hey! He used the leash a few times, tugging Chobe over his shoulder to demand a kiss or pulling him closer. Not much he can do with it when the guy's flush up against his back railing him from behind...]
Che, cause it's not my sweat, Weed Face.
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Date: 7/6/25 02:55 (UTC)He snorts lightly at the half hearted leash tugs. Petty bitch.]
Such dirty talk! Ya know that won't kill me, it'd just turn me on again.
[Honestly a proper strangle might make him pass out for a bit, but details. He pokes at Bakugo's cheeks, fingers still sticky and wet as a tease as he finally steps back, careful not to trip over his pants. ]
And that implies you ain't hot shit all the way through. Didn't think you were that humble!
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Date: 7/7/25 00:06 (UTC)Even if he can't deny the guy's hella fun to fight. A regrowing punching bag! What's not to like?]
I never said I was gonna kill you! [What wuss thinks a single choke's fatal to anyone?] Pervy weirdo.
[He wonders if he could strangle Chobe into unconsciousness. It'd be pointless to try in a fight. He'd be in close range and run through with a million fucking vines and branches before the man even felt his eyes bulge.
Bakugo instantly whips his head around and *chomp!* bites Chobe's finger. The taste of is own cum and thick glaze lingers on his tongue instantly, before he closes his lips and deliberately runs his tongue along the guy's digit. Not gonna let go until he's clean... and even then, he keeps his lips wrapped tight as he pulls back with a deliberate suck.]
Shut up. Don't get the wrong idea. [He's dangerous everywhere.]
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Date: 7/7/25 02:03 (UTC)Before he can snap back with a teasing retort, this fucker bites his finger! Ow?? Dude! Of all things, that is what makes Chobe actually flinch for once. He just isn't used to dealing with someone just as feral as he is.]
FUCKING--seriously?! See, this shit? This shit right here is why I ain't gonna let folks like you near my dick.
[He'd probably bite it the fuck off!! Granted, it would in fact. . .regrow, but still. He sneers slightly, watching the hero's face as he pulls back, before turning his head away. Not gonna admit that it feels kinda nice, nope. He tugs his hand back once Bakugo releases him.]
I'm the bad guy, brat. I'm full of wrong ideas.
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Date: 7/7/25 04:13 (UTC)Oh that got him to flinch? Excuse him for grinning like a devil around Chobe's finger, all white teeth and a husky sort of bastard child between growl and chuckle. What's the matter, you eternal moss mound? Not used to a bite? Paybacks for this guy chewing the shit out of his fucking neck.]
Wuss.
[All he's gonna say and totally looks like the victor with that smug smirk stretching all over his face. So damn proud of himself. Bakugo could definitely get Chobe's dick in his mouth, sans biting, and he'd fucking enjoy it. Even if he added some teeth later on! And no, he does not want his disembodied dick in his mouth. Gross.]
Ooh, aren't you a big bad villain. [Chobe's pouty and a dork. It's kind of cute.] What a cliche.
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Date: 7/8/25 13:29 (UTC)Won't stop him from bitching about the walking piece of dynamite snacking on him though. Pot meet kettle, but it's a matter of pride!! He at least isn't too bothered by the weak ass insult.]
A wuss with my dick in tact! Tch.
[Though gosh what a punchable face Bakugo has. He's not wrong, but Chobe ain't giving him that satisfaction. Instead he just snorts, going to pull up his pants as the leash dangles beneath his neck, and shooting back his own smug grin.]
Oi, some cliches are classics for a reason, pay some respect on the name that just had ya screamin'!
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Date: 7/9/25 00:37 (UTC)Just be glad he didn't bite it off out of sheer spite! (He won't. That's disgusting.) But if Chobe's allowed to bite the fuck out of his body during sex, he can bite his damn cum-covered finger after sex! It's HIS CUM in the first place!]
Wuuuss.
[Make all the excuses you want, fact is, someone's scared to put his dick in Bakugo's mouth. And he's calling him out on it with a smug ass bitch punk face with zero apology included. Ugh. This is another reason he hates sex out in public. There's no way to clean up! He has to drag his pants up knowing he's got another guy's damn cum leaking out his ass into his clothes. And he has to walk back to his room with that mess!]
Earn it.
[You want his respect, put in the work. A good fuck's nowhere near enough to earn Bakugo's hard-won respect. A quick snatch and he pulls the leash-- and Chobe --to him.]
I'm going back to my room. You gonna heel or ditch?
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Date: 7/9/25 04:33 (UTC)And is he scared to put his dick in crazy? Well, no, not exactly, because Chobe's an even worse choice to put your dick in. But even he'd tread cautiously putting a part of himself in the hands or mouth of a walking firecracker, damn.
Though, it'd be pretty exciting, and different, he must admit. Having lived over a century now with only one partner that can keep up with him, the challenge the resort provides is welcome. But ah well, he ain't vocalizing that. He rolls his eye at the 'earn it' comment, initially brushing it off as more trivial goading before Bakugo yanks that leash. Then he finds himself staring down the red-eyed punk, letting a silent bout of consideration blanket the moment.]
. . .for a brat, you don't really know your place, huh?
[He takes a deliberate step forward, closing any remaining distance.]
But you're the one holding my leash, so lead the way.
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Date: 7/9/25 21:09 (UTC)Fucking zipper won't hold together now that it's broken! Bakugo snarls as he searches the shelves and wrenches a price-tag clasp off its edge. Wussy version of an alligator clip, but it'll work, shoved over the matching hem edges and locked down tight. Enough to get him back to his room without dropping his pants. He's gonna put his dick in Chobe one of these days. Don't think for a second he's some forever bottom bitch! Doesn't matter if he's some botanical nightmare on the inside.
At least the resort lets most people keep their powers. How fucking boring would it be if they were all wandering around normal weak people with nothing interesting or extra to show for it?
And he's serious about earning it. Right now, Chobe's sitting on the "shitty but kinda cool" realm Bakugo doesn't mind giving people who piss him off but interest him regardless. Hence the leash yank. RBF right back up into his scarred face. He twists the leash around his hand a few times, letting the man think.]
Urusei. I know it and it ticks you off.
[Ego trip. Chobe steps forward and Bakugo leans up for a quick "screw it" kiss for no reason other than he wants to, he has the leash, and Chobe's right there.]
Don't fall behind.
[Ironic. But turns to the side, shoulder and head leading his tilt into leaving the store and heading back to his room. He won't yank or haul Chobe around, but that leash stays around his wrist with his hand in his pocket.]
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