thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[ ... ah fuck. ]

You mean "time it" as in a damn stopwatch.

[Not "time it" as getting in an optimal advantageous starting point. SHUT UP!! ANYONE CAN MAKE THAT MISTAKE OVER TEXT!!]

You beat my time and I'll give you a fucking favor.

[uh huh sure]

Oh yeah? Any stipulations on what kind of favor I'm allowed to ask for if I win?

[don't give him that look!]

"Don't be an idiot."

Wow, way to be rude about it.

[Not that he should even be surprised that his boyfriend would say that in response here.]

Am I wrong?

[Can't promise Manjoume "anything" because he knows his boyfriend will be sorely tempted to ask for something ridiculous.

Just to be a jerk.]

Yes, because I totally wasn't going to demand for such a rude favor like that if I won.

[Uh-huh sure Jun]

Don't worry, I promise it won't be something too ridiculous.

Uh-huh. Sure.

[Bakugou doesn't believe that for a second. Because he'd totally have done the same thing.]

Fine. Then whatever you want, if you win.

I'm going to hold you to that.

[But in the meantime it'll have to wait for the next time Manjoume is invited over, where as right now Bakugou is supposed to be here any minute.]

I'm not gonna remind you.

[And hangs up because a second later, Bakugou's knocking on Manjoume's door before folding his arms across his chest. Impatiently waiting.

Hey he warned the guy; no promises on holding back when he gets in.]

[Oh, there's the man of the hour. Manjoume is totally prepared for whatever Bakugou does once he comes in.

... Or at least he will be once he quickly takes the vacuum he had been using to make sure the floor was in fact clean, and kicks it under the bed and out of sight, before unlocking the door and holding it open to allow his boyfriend to come in.]

About time you showed up.

[Luckily for Manjoume, Bakugou didn't hear the vacuum when coming towards the door or he would've been a bigger shit once the door opened. He steps in and toes his sneakers off one after the other.]

You wanna pay my fine for blasting over here?

[No thanks. He could at least be a decent visitor and let Manjoume lead him to the living room or perhaps offer him a drink or something host-like before they bother getting into other activities.

... instead Bakugou just fists the other boy's shirt, pins him against the closest wall, and kisses the fuck out of him.]

[Manjoume could probably pull back and give him grief here for not even waiting a damn second for Manjoume to even attempt to do anything appropriately host-like first, or even be allowed to say anything to that remark.

... But instead he is very much in approval of getting kissed the fuck out of him here against this wall, rather than want to interrupt his boyfriend just yet. Instead he brings his own hands up to fist into Bakugou's shirt in return and give back just as good as Bakugou's got on his end of the kiss here, just as intense to match.]

[It's one of the things he likes about Manjoume; the guy gives him the same back. Fingers tighten in his shirt and Bakugou feels the material drag against his shoulders and back when the other boy pulls him forward by his clothes. Bastard's gonna stretch his collar out...

Abandoning that material, he Bakugou trades for Manjoume's hair, fingers carding through the mass of soft black spikes. As ridiculous as his hair's style is, it's undeniably attractive at the same time. Bakugou likes the angles and the way it hangs, to say nothing of how well Manjoume takes care of it.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forearm on the wall above his boyfriend's head.]

I warned you...

Mm, I suppose you did...

[Manjoume leans into the hand in his hair--he used to hate it whenever some of his dormmates like Judai and his parade of ducklings would try to ruffle their hands through his hair as some attempt of friendly comradery, but they had always been too playful and rough in a way he hated trying to fix his hair from after. Maybe it's just the glow that comes with having a boyfriend being the one to run their hands through his hair instead, because while Bakugou can be pretty rough himself sometimes with it... well. It just feels different and more pleasurable by comparison, especially during the rare moments when he's a little more gentle with his affection.

Though, doing things "gently" is not quite on Manjoume's mind just yet. It's still far too amusing to try to goad Bakugou here a little further on instead, so...]

But surely that wasn't all you have to show for it, right?

[At least half the time (now) that he's rough with Manjoume's hair, it's due to far more pleasurable things going on at the same time. Leaving the other teenage flush-faced and his hair all sex-tousled is a good damn look for him. That pink shows up so well on Manjoume's cheeks. Not that Bakugou's gotten off much better, being fairly light-skinned as well. But the times he cards his fingers through his boyfriend's hair in a gentle, nonchalant touch are times he can focus just on that. Even if it's pretty weird to brush it back and actually see the other boy's forehead.

Probably not the implication with Bakugou shoving Manjoume against the wall like this and his teeth setting in an irritated grin, one ashen brow twitching at his cheeky fuck of a boyfriend.]

Don't make me rip your fancy shirt. [As that hand trades Manjoume's collar for diving down to the hem and tugging it deftly out of the other boy's pants hem. His hands underneath a moment later, fingers spreading over Manjoume's stomach and brushing upward.]

I wouldn't recommend doing that, half the price tag attached to this turtleneck alone is probably worth more than you can possibly imagine.

[... He may not be actually spending as much money anymore, but he is still a rich boy at heart that can't help making comments like this when he's able.]

I'm not wasting my effort imagining your clothes' price tags.

[Bakugou's not a rich boy, but his family is well off enough (the Bakugou house) to afford fancy shit if they want. His mom and dad are both involved with the fashion industry, beauty and advertisement sections respectively. How they had this little gremlin is anyone's guess.

Pushing Manjoume's shirt up further bares his torso and Bakugou nips his boyfriend once on the throat before lowering to go after his chest.]

Why? Worried about having to think too hard figuring it out?

[Wow, rude Manjoume. His hands move from Bakugou's shirt collar up into the other boy's hair though, both an affectionate gesture and an eager encouragement to bring him in as close as possible to provide more of those kisses and bites against his chest here.]

No, idiot. I have better things to think about.

[Like taking those fucking clothes off. Bakugou likes Manjoume's spine; he liked the challenge and bite. Tongue flicking out every now and then, he starts mapping his way across his boyfriend's chest, drawing patterns with his tongue on Manjoume's pectorals. The drag on his collar gets a hot puff of breath or a quick nip, the latter showing up more easily on the other boy's skin.

In the mean time, Bakugou's working on helping Manjoume follow the unspoken command: lose it.]

[Fiiine, guess he can help keep there from even being a need to think about how much this shirt allegedly fucking costs if he takes it off. Which he does once Bakugou gives him the opportunity to properly lift his arms up and pull his turtleneck up over his head without getting caught in the sleeves or something here, and then proceeds to toss it aside... somewhere. He didn't see where it went, but for a guy who was bitching about it being expensive he sure doesn't seem to care about where it's gone now.

Once Manjoume's done that, his hands are coming to the hem of Bakugou's shirt and starts trying to get it removed as well: yours needs to go too, buddy.]

[If he doesn't have a foyer table or a rack/stand for coats and umbrellas and occasional boyfriend-tossed clothes, that's Manjoume's problem. It's kind of annoying that Manjoume looks so damn good in a stupid turtleneck, because Bakugou likes the shape and feel of his boyfriend's neck and collar... but then again, it means he can mark the shit out of those areas and no one gets to see. Unless he goes for a hot spring dip with the other guys. Bakugou's a little too busy with the duelist's chest to comment on the not-rich-way of tossing his supposedly-rich shirt aside.

He's quick to let his boyfriend pull his shirt, having to shrug out of his jacket first before the yellow tee can drag up his muscular torso and slide over his head. Yeah, yeah. Take it off.]

[Manjoume used to use the public dorm spring back when he first left Obelisk Blue, but these days he's back to having access to a more private bath to use, so no one gets to see the marks Bakugou leaves on him here sometimes. And sure, on one hand Manjoume is a showoff and has no qualms reveling in the fact that he has a boyfriend, but other days he likes keeping these marks referencing their private moments just between them.

Besides, if they do end up on the floor at some point, it'll save him from having to explain any potential rug burn which is perhaps a tad too much information than anyone else really needs.

Now that Bakugou's own shirt is gone, Manjoume can take the opportunity to appreciate the other boy's physique in turn. Sometimes he does feel a little jealous that Bakugou has more noticeable muscle than Manjoume, who looks like a pastey twink by comparison next to him, but other times he finds him admirable in a way that any jealousy barely becomes a blip on the radar. It's proof that Bakugou has trained hard to get where he is, having earned that impressive strength of his.

That thought might be why when Manjoume's hands do come back in contact after the shirt is removed, it's a touch more gentle than the attempt at removing the shirt was, the tips of his fingers tracing some kind of pattern against a bicep for a moment before he speaks.]

Despite the amount of complaining I was doing over the phone about how long it takes you to get here, I am happy you came to see me today. In case that wasn't already obvious, I mean.

[Bakugou prefers his privacy and it hadn't exactly been a small deal when one of the top duelists and top heroes in their upcoming careers had started dating. The reporters certainly liked it and Dynamight's mentor had to step in a few times before the young hero broke a camera. Still, Bakugou likes that Manjoume doesn't run around flaunting those marks any chance he gets, but his boyfriend's showoff nature is pretty attractive too. Especially when the blonde notices envy aimed at either of them for their respective dates. Yeah, eat your fucking hearts out, bastards. He's dating Manjoume Jun.

Might avoid rug burns, but tile floor is both cold and harder than carpet. Bakugou's certainly bigger than his boyfriend, taller and more muscular, but Manjoume has his own firm build alongside a slender physique. Someone called him a twink once and Bakugou almost stuffed the offender in a trashcan. He finds Manjoume attractive and that's what matters. From the curve of his shoulders to the smooth skin covering his sleek tone. Proof that the other boy takes care of himself and gives a shit about his health.

Bakugou's body bares a few scars from his time as a hero, including two larger puncture wounds through his left shoulder and lower right side and a large burst one his chest. ~~Spoilers if you wanna know why.~~ He rolls his shoulders and back into Manjoume's hands when he touches him, then curls his arm when the other boy touches his bicep, flexing the muscle under his fingertips. Bakugou leans back enough to look into Manjoume's eyes, listening to him.]

Hn... Sap. [He moves forward, cupping a hand around the back of his boyfriend's head and pulling him in for a kiss. Deep, warm, and way more tender than previous. Sap.]

[~~I swear I will read MHA someday but any spoilers you wanna give are okay~~ Now who's the sap, when they're pulling him in for a kiss like that? Huh, Bakugou??

Not that Manjoume is complaining. Or could, even if he wanted to since his mouth is busy with reciprocating the gesture for now, his hands sliding to wrap around the other boy and splay against his back in a more softer embrace to accompany the kiss.

After a moment though, Manjoume does pull back to ask--]

So. Think we can get to the bed and not break it this time, or are you still more keen on the floor idea?

[Give it a year and a half and it should be finished. It's in its final arc now. Just stumbling along due to author's health issues making the pacing janky. Bakugou's scars came from knocking Midoriya out of the way of an attack and ending up impaled in the shoulder and stomach instead in the 1st war, then blowing his own chest/heart apart in the 2nd war due to drama plot reasons ... (apparently his new technique made his Quirk accidentally backfire?) I have issue with it.

Certainly not this explosive blonde bomb! He's kissing him semi-not-aggressively because he doesn't want to scare Manjoume off. Right, totally the reason for this deeper, gentle kiss after such a tender confession.

No complaints on this side either. When Manjoume kisses him back, Bakugou cards his fingers through the other boy's hair again, massaging his scalp as he tilts his head and deepens the connection. He rolls his back and shoulders into the hand splaying over his skin, muscles shifting beneath his skin as he enjoys the embrace. Manjoume's arms around him always feels good.

The guy's got some of the most amazing fucking fingers...]

Guess I'll risk the bed if you're gonna kiss me like that, idiot.

[It tempered the aggressive fire. Slightly.]

Move your ass before I change my mind.

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