thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[It doesn't take him long to figure out Manjoume aims to win this regardless of the damage to his pillows. (Then again, he could probably afford it without much issue.) But Bakugou doesn't want to spend the night picking up pillow fluff or whatever shit's in here. So instead, he makes a grab for the pillow and then tries to tackle Manjoume to the bed with a yell.] Die!

[It does indeed work, as Manjoume ends up being tackled back onto the bed. He doesn't let go of the pillow though, so now they're fighting over this one pillow in-between them as he tries to wrestle it out of the other's hold.]

Let go! Get your own!

[Bakugou has no intention of letting Manjoume get his weapon back out and promptly grabs his shoulders to keep the pillow pinned between them. All the wrestling just means they end up rocking back and forth on the bed like a pair of weirdos.]

Shut up! You're gonna break it!

No way! You're the one who is going to cause it to break!

[But yeah, they sure are rocking back and forth here like weirdos, at least until an unintentional move or angle of all their wrestling around causes Manjoume to suddenly make a very embarrassing noise... oops.

Very abruptly letting go of the pillow now.]

Forget it, this is just stupid. You can get up now.

You're the one who keeps pulling at it, dammit!

[Pulling at it with the intention of beating him over the head with it. So the same difference! Bakugou's fully ready to continue the assault when Manjoume suddenly lets out that kind of noise. One he definitely knows.

And then smirks right down at him, not missing a beat as he yanks the pillow out from between them. Tosses it down to their feet so it's not available for another beating.]

Didn't you want me to sleep here?

[Don't give him that look, Bakagou...!!]

Don't act like you don't know what I meant.

[He tries to stubbornly cross his arms here against his chest, but it's hard to do so in his current position. Not to mention that it does nothing to hide the embarrassed flush that's begun to appear on his face here.]

[He'll look at you however he fucking wants, Ojamanjoume!]

Then why are you trying to say something different?

[Bakugou pushes himself up, top half at least, to raise his chest and give Manjoume room to cross his arms over his chest. Just so he can lean down again and trap them there. Since the duelist so welcomingly offered the handicap.]

You're getting red... and hard.

[Hey, no, you weren't supposed to do that!!

For a second, Manjoume balks.]

Am not.

[...Except, he very much is. Both red faced, and getting harder underneath the other boy here as he squirms a bit and proceeds to look away in an attempt to be defiant, even in his current state.]

A--and even if I was, what are you going to do about it, huh?

[Imagine, him knowing he's flushed red as a chili pepper, and still saying "am not" to the guy looking straight at said red flushed face. What a case of denial.

Bakugou leans down just enough to rest his lips against the hot glow under Manjoume's eye, so both of them can feel how warm his skin is against the blonde's mouth. Even when the duelist looks away to keep his pride, Bakugou doesn't let up on his trapping lounge. At least he's not grinding on him.]

Dunno. Could fuck you into the bed again, or ride you till you're dry.

[He wonders, vaguely, if Bakugou can somehow feel just how much hotter Manjoume's skin burns against his lips, upon those words. Is it possible to be blushing so hard you could fry on an egg on this face? Probably not but by god does the idea almost seem believable. At least the other isn't grinding on him, yet.]

We just changed the sheets... [A pause.] Or was about to, anyway. Never actually finished fixing them on yet.

[Soooo... technically there wouldn't be a need to worry about ruining them yet if he does allow the very tempting suggestion his boyfriend just made, which might be why one of his hands reaches out and curls into Bakugou's shirt here, keeping him where he is rather than letting him get up to do anything about that problem with the sheets here.]

[Yeah, he can feel it without a problem. A flush that heats up Manjoume's skin, spreading against his lips as he brushes them against the other boy's cheek and mouth. Maybe, if he weren't distracted by teasing him so mercilessly, he might crack a joke about frying an egg on Manjoume's face. But the guy's burning up so much, it probably makes itself.]

Is that an invitation or a protest?

[Taunting again. Though there is something to consider. In that there aren't any sheets on the bed. At least not spread out or anything. Stripping the bed and washing sheets is definitely a lot easier than trying to clean sweat and spunk out from the actual mattress covering itself... Though that hand grabbing his shirt is suggesting it might not be an issue thought of right now.]

[There's a pause, and then he responds--]

What if it's both?

[It probably would be smarter not to do this without sheets, but at the same time... not really thinking that hard about this potential problem and is answering more in the sense that he's being ridiculously tsundere right now.]

Pick one.

[Yeah, he's not gonna make that decision for you, Duelist. Though damn right he's going to bitch at Manjoume for fucking on the bed without any sheets or blankets as he furiously scrubs away at the mattress with cleaner. It is Manjoume's mattress, however, so his responsibility to keep it clean...

Bakugou's having more fun being a brat to his boyfriend right now.]

[You're the worst. (Affectionate)]

Then... consider it an invitation. [a pause, before he seems to finally realize--] Though, maybe not before we make the bed, or we take this somewhere else here.

Tch! [Guess someone's also going to think with his head rather than his dick and after a few seconds of thought, Bakugou finally slides back and lifts himself to knee over Manjoume's body. He should get off...

...and eventually does after a few more seconds.] We're just gonna get it messy again.

[With a sigh, Manjoume sits up here once Bakugou finally gets off of him as he considers the dilemma at hand.]

There's always the couch? Or uh... [For a moment, his expression is awkward again as he plays with some of his bangs that threatens to fall into his face.] ...you could always make good on your threats about fucking against the wall or our floor...

[It's not much of a dilemma so much as considering the best of two evils. Or three in this case. Fuck on the unmade bed, fuck on the made bed, fuck somewhere other than the bed... Or don't fuck; that's a fourth option. Arguably the least comfortable at this point in the game.]

Tch, if you wanted it against the wall, we should've done it in the shower or the bath. [Not that he's rejecting the suggestion. The couch has similar "clean it after" issues.]

Then... damn, I don't know, we just put a towel down first?? What more do you want from me here...

[This is, in fact, accompanied by him tossing his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. HE JUST WANTS TO MESS AROUND WITH HIS VERY ATTRACTIVE BOYFRIEND WHY ARE WE DOING THIS TO OURSELVES...]

[As soon as Manjoume throws his hands in the air, Bakugou promptly catches them in his own and pushes back, more or less driving the other boy across the room until his back hits the wall.]

How about you stop worrying about shit and just let me fuck you up good and hard.

[They can always clean up later. In this event, it's definitely going to be the wall and floor they're cleaning up.]

[Oh. Give Manjoume a moment to recover from that rather forceful but attractive series of actions there. For a second, he gapes like a fish, before he then closes his mouth and nods, leaning back a little against the wall and relaxing a little to allow Bakugou to do whatever he wants here.]

... Okay. I'm good with that plan.

[Good thing he doesn't keep gaping because Bakugou leans in to take another kiss. He slides his hands down Manjoume's arms, letting the duelist lower them as he takes time to feel along his forearms, elbows, triceps, down the side of his chest, over his ribs, to his obliques, and finally settling on his hips once more as he breaks the kiss.] Against the wall, huh.

[Manjoume raises his arms to place them on Bakugou's shoulders here, once the other's hands land at his hips in turn.]

Yeah... though I suppose this could always end up on the floor if you manage to make me lose the ability to stay on my feet for very long.

[Then again, Bakugou is definitely strong enough to lift Manjoume here, it wouldn't surprise him if Bakugou could just casually do the work of holding him up here against the wall...]

[Bakugou flexes his shoulders and presses them up into Manjoume's hands when he rests his on them, eyes lidding as he starts to work his way down the other boy's body. Lips finding his chin, then moving onto his neck as he trails down to his collarbone and chest.] Maybe I'll just hike you up and hold you off the ground. [He could easily pin Manjoume to the wall and keep him there while fucking him. Something he intends to do unless the duelist wants it from behind.]

[Manjoume hums, cants his head to allow Bakugou to follow the trail of his neck down to his collarbone easily.]

Mmm... can't say that I would be too opposed to that. In fact, I'd be impressed if you could actually accomplish that without my feet touching the floor even once.

[Bakugou starts leaving a few marks, one on Manjoume's neck, the other below his left collarbone, and another on the right pectoral. Before he starts messing with his nipple via his tongue.]

Hmph. You better not bitch about your legs going numb then. [But first, he's got something else in mind for the time being. Something that sees his mouth going further down Manjoume's torso as Bakugou moves onto his knees.]

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