[Another loud shout escapes Scott-- but it's not just that, more gasping noises continue to leave him as his ass tightens around the cock slamming and pumping into him with heated spurts, coating his insides more with his warm seed and getting the mutant to visibly shake and squirm right on him with the mirror reflecting every lewd action. He looks like a wreck, fuck, he feels like one, and yet Scott doesn't look away this time, arms tightening around Bakugo's head as he continues to jerk and bounce on him like he can't get enough of the other teen. Like he just loves this. His ass-- his entire body just on display for both of them to look at, with one particular push against his prostate drawing out yet another spurt of come to shoot out from his cock.
Fuck, when is he going to stop? He feels like he can't. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with his own orgasm, and yet unable to express anything else but a fucked out groan, a whimper actually dislodging from his throat as Bakugo continues to jerk and pump him full of his seed. So much. It's so much. And yet he feels so fulfilled. He tightens his body, as if trying to keep it in, but some still drips from his ass as his erection continues to bounce in front of him. Fuck, why isn't it going down yet-- something raw clawing at him at the sight. His bouncing need, slick with his own spend, coming untouched, because of the pleasure shooting through his nerves.
He feels himself at the edge once more, or maybe he never left it in the first place.]
Fuck, fuck... I... I'm going to come again.
[His spine arches, Scott's thighs shaking and tensing in Bakugo's grip, before the mutant comes again, a strangled scream actually pulling from the teen as more white fluid paints his chest and the mirror as he spasms, balls bouncing above the dick still inside him and not stopping as each jerk of his hips push out more of his release from his trembling slit. It feels like it shouldn't be possible, even though they're both young, but Scott just rides everything out-- mind too fucked out to really think about it more.
At least after that orgasm, his cock finally starts to soften-- although one particular string continues to connect his spent need to his inner thigh.]
[He can't stop his hips from moving, pounding up and down into Scott's ass through his own orgasm. Every damn muscle's squeezing around him, fluttering in alternating ribbons and hills inside the mutant's rectum. Bakugo's breath rushes out in head gasps, eyes barely half open as his cum pumps from his tip in heady ribbons. Scott's making a mess all over himself, painting his chest and stomach with white streaks, testicles visibly tightening up in his sac. Until Bakugo's pace threatens to bounce them loose as he pounds up inside him a few more times. One final shove squishes his penis to the base deep in the other teen's hole, both of them watching Scott's anus flare and squeeze visibly around the blonde hero's girth. White spurts from his stretched rim and begins leaking down Bakugo's sac, dripping onto the floor with incriminating splats.
He's already left crescent marks in Scott's thighs, fingers biting into his flesh as he holds on for dear life against his orgasm waves. One eye falls shut, unable to keep open, and he forces everything else into the other one, refusing to look away as Scott slowly comes down from the high in front of him. Goddamn, he looks so good like this, fucked out and dazed. Chest heaving beneath his new coating of semen, abs bellowing in and out with each hard suck of air. Bakugo turns his head slightly, enough for a molten breath to warn Scott's neck and jaw before he scrapes an open-mouth kiss down the teen's taut muscles. More teeth than lip, dragging a line from the back of his jaw to halfway down his throat. Marking him for a few more seconds. ]
Heh... you came twice... and I didn't even touch your dick. [He sounds so proud of them both, mouth dragging in a weird slack-jawed grin. Bakugo licks a path up the same scrape he made, red eye burning beneath his ashen bangs and hooded lashes. He always heard if you gave it to a guy hard enough after getting off, you can make them cum again before they're ready. Glad to know that's true. Fingers smooth down Scott's thigh, over his knee, down his calf, and back up again, giving them both time to come down from their bliss.] You're all fucked out now...
[His arms are still wrapped around Bakugo's head as the final remnants of his orgasm leaves him, words fully gone from the mutant's vocabulary and only being able to communicate to his friend with a fucked out whimper. There is no saving face now, not that Scott can even begin to think about something like that, his body just completely overloaded and a mess. He can feel his cum plastered against his skin, his lines of muscle, every bit of him trembling as he trusts Bakugo to continue holding onto him because he sure can't stand. Thighs still spread in his hold and if the other teen wants to continue showing off his form to the mirror like this, he can't do anything about it.
The almost gentle touch that caresses over his leg pulls out another groan from Scott. It's a nice touch he's making against his exhausted form, just so different compared to everything that came before it, and prompting Scott to bury his face once more against Bakugo's neck as he feels his friend's seed drip out of him. He should feel gross, but oddly, he's more satisfied than everything.
[Bakugo turns his mouth to Scott's arm, teeth scraping over his straining bicep as the other teen clamps around his head like a fucking anchor. Red eyes burn into the mirror, refusing to lose sight of his friend's post-orgasmic state, or the lewd way his penis flops into his thighs' cradle and his anus twitches around his shaft, coated and dripping with his spend seeping from their union. Fucked him out of his voice. He's too spent to smirk just yet, panting softly into Scott's arm as he absent-mindedly marks him up with bites and sucks. Probably should let him down... or he can keep him with his feet plastered to the counter edge, legs spread like a wanton sculpture of lust, and admire the entire package of mess, figure, and sex. Yeah, second one sounds way better right now.
Your fault
Scott's voice breaks him from his stupor, a breathy chuff hot on his bicep as he finally turns his head away and leaves the round a red-flushed abuse. Bakugo slowly begins backing up, letting Scott's legs stretch with his knees unfolding from his tented shape. Not gonna let his legs drop just yet, but he's encouraging him to get some feeling back in his feet and hold on.]
Fuck, you look amazing like this. [Bakugo rests his chin over the crux of Scott's jaw and shoulder, wedged into his collar.] Lemme know when you can feel your legs.
[He really hasn't noticed until now how much Bakugo has marked up his straining arm, small bites covering the skin like he just left a claim and maybe he has. It's a thought that makes him shudder, his body arching back against a muscular form that packs so much controlled strength. Capable of beating off villains, but the only thing that it's doing now is helping to carry him, Scott's legs finally unfolding from their position and getting feeling back to them.
It's almost kind of painful, especially as that tingling sensation shoots through his joints, but he's getting there-- the mutant squirming again against his friend as he finally lowers his arms to the hands that are still clamped around his thighs. Feeling how warm and strong his hands are, still supporting him, like Bakugo really has him-- even if he's leering at him with that sharp grin. A part of him wants to linger like this for a bit longer, but he is starting to feel sticky and maybe a little gross.
He leans his cheek against the spiky head that's near him, before nodding.]
Good now. [Still relatively short sentences, Scott a bit fucked out.]
[He isn't going to let him drop from this height. What kind of hero would he be to fall at the very end? Scott's not giving his body a break, every post-orgasmic clench around his dick threatening his legs' stability. A final nip and lick leaves Scott's arm alone, bicep all flushed from abuse and attention. It'll be gone in the morning, unless Bakugo feels like adding another one as the sun spills in from their porthole window. Tempting... but he puts it out of mind for now as he backs off and lets Scott's legs straighten.
Good now, and Bakugo puts enough distance between himself and the sink to see Scott's feet slide off completely. He braces his own legs, ready to get clunked in this shin or stepped on by an errant heel. Pins and needles probably filling Scott's feet and lower legs for a few more seconds as he lowers the mutant's legs to the ground. Fuck, he doesn't want to, but... a low grunt escapes his lips as he pulls his hips away and his penis slides free of Scott's anus with a wet squelch and audible 'plop', still leaking cum from his tip. Definitely made a mess between them.]
I'll get the shower started. You can collapse once you're in.
[Mild taunting because he definitely fucked his friend out good.]
[He staggers forward as soon as his legs hit the ground, knees still just a bit weak and maybe overestimating how steady they were going to be. Luckily, he manages to catch himself on the counter with his hands, grip at least strong there as he endures the feeling of blood returning to his feet with a low grumbly sound. He's fine. He'll be fine. Just a few more seconds, probably.
Though Scott lets out a low moan, a loud breath nearly pushing out of his lungs when Bakugo slides free from him, his anus clenching around nothing except for the remnants of his friend's release now dripping more freely out of him. He... he's really going to have clean up after this before his roommate returns. Later though, because a shower sounds like a really good idea right now.]
...Okay, leave you to that.
[No fuss, not even a single comeback about him not collapsing in the shower. Scott still sated and recovering and just letting himself rest against the counter as Bakugo prepares the shower for them.]
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Date: 8/24/25 18:41 (UTC)Fuck, when is he going to stop? He feels like he can't. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, overwhelmed with his own orgasm, and yet unable to express anything else but a fucked out groan, a whimper actually dislodging from his throat as Bakugo continues to jerk and pump him full of his seed. So much. It's so much. And yet he feels so fulfilled. He tightens his body, as if trying to keep it in, but some still drips from his ass as his erection continues to bounce in front of him. Fuck, why isn't it going down yet-- something raw clawing at him at the sight. His bouncing need, slick with his own spend, coming untouched, because of the pleasure shooting through his nerves.
He feels himself at the edge once more, or maybe he never left it in the first place.]
Fuck, fuck... I... I'm going to come again.
[His spine arches, Scott's thighs shaking and tensing in Bakugo's grip, before the mutant comes again, a strangled scream actually pulling from the teen as more white fluid paints his chest and the mirror as he spasms, balls bouncing above the dick still inside him and not stopping as each jerk of his hips push out more of his release from his trembling slit. It feels like it shouldn't be possible, even though they're both young, but Scott just rides everything out-- mind too fucked out to really think about it more.
At least after that orgasm, his cock finally starts to soften-- although one particular string continues to connect his spent need to his inner thigh.]
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Date: 8/24/25 20:41 (UTC)He's already left crescent marks in Scott's thighs, fingers biting into his flesh as he holds on for dear life against his orgasm waves. One eye falls shut, unable to keep open, and he forces everything else into the other one, refusing to look away as Scott slowly comes down from the high in front of him. Goddamn, he looks so good like this, fucked out and dazed. Chest heaving beneath his new coating of semen, abs bellowing in and out with each hard suck of air. Bakugo turns his head slightly, enough for a molten breath to warn Scott's neck and jaw before he scrapes an open-mouth kiss down the teen's taut muscles. More teeth than lip, dragging a line from the back of his jaw to halfway down his throat. Marking him for a few more seconds. ]
Heh... you came twice... and I didn't even touch your dick. [He sounds so proud of them both, mouth dragging in a weird slack-jawed grin. Bakugo licks a path up the same scrape he made, red eye burning beneath his ashen bangs and hooded lashes. He always heard if you gave it to a guy hard enough after getting off, you can make them cum again before they're ready. Glad to know that's true. Fingers smooth down Scott's thigh, over his knee, down his calf, and back up again, giving them both time to come down from their bliss.] You're all fucked out now...
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Date: 8/26/25 22:32 (UTC)The almost gentle touch that caresses over his leg pulls out another groan from Scott. It's a nice touch he's making against his exhausted form, just so different compared to everything that came before it, and prompting Scott to bury his face once more against Bakugo's neck as he feels his friend's seed drip out of him. He should feel gross, but oddly, he's more satisfied than everything.
And tired. But.]
...Your fault.
[Finally the response he manages to make.]
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Date: 8/27/25 00:33 (UTC)Your fault
Scott's voice breaks him from his stupor, a breathy chuff hot on his bicep as he finally turns his head away and leaves the round a red-flushed abuse. Bakugo slowly begins backing up, letting Scott's legs stretch with his knees unfolding from his tented shape. Not gonna let his legs drop just yet, but he's encouraging him to get some feeling back in his feet and hold on.]
Fuck, you look amazing like this. [Bakugo rests his chin over the crux of Scott's jaw and shoulder, wedged into his collar.] Lemme know when you can feel your legs.
want to wrap this up? :>
Date: 8/28/25 15:24 (UTC)It's almost kind of painful, especially as that tingling sensation shoots through his joints, but he's getting there-- the mutant squirming again against his friend as he finally lowers his arms to the hands that are still clamped around his thighs. Feeling how warm and strong his hands are, still supporting him, like Bakugo really has him-- even if he's leering at him with that sharp grin. A part of him wants to linger like this for a bit longer, but he is starting to feel sticky and maybe a little gross.
He leans his cheek against the spiky head that's near him, before nodding.]
Good now. [Still relatively short sentences, Scott a bit fucked out.]
🎀 good wrap for me! finish it up if you like!
Date: 8/28/25 18:44 (UTC)Good now, and Bakugo puts enough distance between himself and the sink to see Scott's feet slide off completely. He braces his own legs, ready to get clunked in this shin or stepped on by an errant heel. Pins and needles probably filling Scott's feet and lower legs for a few more seconds as he lowers the mutant's legs to the ground. Fuck, he doesn't want to, but... a low grunt escapes his lips as he pulls his hips away and his penis slides free of Scott's anus with a wet squelch and audible 'plop', still leaking cum from his tip. Definitely made a mess between them.]
I'll get the shower started. You can collapse once you're in.
[Mild taunting because he definitely fucked his friend out good.]
🎀
Date: 8/31/25 19:17 (UTC)Though Scott lets out a low moan, a loud breath nearly pushing out of his lungs when Bakugo slides free from him, his anus clenching around nothing except for the remnants of his friend's release now dripping more freely out of him. He... he's really going to have clean up after this before his roommate returns. Later though, because a shower sounds like a really good idea right now.]
...Okay, leave you to that.
[No fuss, not even a single comeback about him not collapsing in the shower. Scott still sated and recovering and just letting himself rest against the counter as Bakugo prepares the shower for them.]