thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.]

Even if they did go numb, it'll be fine as long as you don't drop me or something.

[Given their earlier activities, it's kind of a miracle that Manjoume isn't already complaining about that sort of thing. He's still a little sore for... obvious reasons, but not enough to actually think better of doing this, so thanks for that, hormones.

Especially not once he sees Bakugou getting on his knees in front of him here, which he is very interested in.]

You're not that heavy. [Bakugou's not going to drop him on his ass. Besides, if he hasn't bitched about getting fucked again yet, he's not going to. On his knees, hands resting on Manjoume's hip and thigh, Bakugou runs his tongue over the underside of his boyfriend's dick. Hot breath ghosting across his skin, he tilts his head enough to get the tip between his lips, then slowly sucks the duelist into his mouth, letting the suction drag himself further onto his shaft.]

[Thankfully, getting his dick sucked is not the kind of workout that could result in Manjoume ending up on his ass anytime soon. At least for now, unless Bakugou pulls out some truly mad dick-sucking skills here.

One of Manjoume's hands immediately go to Bakugou's hair, but he doesn't try to force more of himself into Bakugou's mouth just yet, willing to let Bakugou go at the pace he is currently setting for now. Instead, his hand simply combs through his boyfriend's hair in a similar slower pace as the mouth around his cock, as he lets out a pleased sigh, his other hand currently staying on one of Bakugou's shoulders.]

[He would damn well like to pull out some truly mad dick-sucking skills, though if he hasn't brought his boyfriend to his knees via blowjob already, tonight's not going to be the night he breaks that streak. Now dropping him to his ass post-blowjob-induced climax? Definitely has.

The hand in his hair is almost expected from the times they've done this before. A low growl rumbles in Bakugou's mouth and throat as he slowly bobs his head back and forth on Manjoume's cock. Tongue staying lax for now, he focuses just on the suction, tightening his lips every now and then, teeth occasionally scraping over the sensitive skin. Manjoume's gentle breath is a pleasant encouragement and he tightens his hand on the other boy's thigh in a firm squeeze.]

[That has definitely happened before, and Manjoume has bitched about it before, but right now it doesn't occur to him that Bakugou might do that to him this time. Hopefully not, because Manjoume absolutely will bitch at him again like always if he does drop him like that.

The lax tongue and suction is actually rather relaxing at the moment, but then when the other's teeth tease him with a light scrape, his breath comes out as a slight hiss, fingers curling a little tighter into Bakugou's hair here. He knows Bakugou would never actually bite him, but whenever he does that kind of thing with his teeth, it still sends a little exciting thrill of potential danger up his spine all the same.]

[Half the time they've done that, it's been in the shower or bathtub, making it easy for Manjoume to slide down the wall and end up sitting on his ass on the floor while Bakugou hovers over him. The other times have been... everywhere else. It's not like the explosive hero doesn't bitch at Manjoume for a lot of things too... generically.

At least he's not planning on dumping his boyfriend like that now. Bakugou adds his tongue this time, curling it along the underside of Manjoume's cock as he sucks on him again. The reaction to his teeth is pretty telling and he repeats it again after feeling the duelist is relaxed enough from the licking and sucking to not expect it. Teeth grazing over his skin, dragging along the top and underside of his cock until they stop just behind the flare of his crown. Before Bakugou replaces them with his lips and sucks back down towards his base once more.]

[You're a tease, you know that? Manjoume's grip tightens in the other boy's hair momentarily after Bakugou does that manuever, but while he does let go in apology, he grits out--]

You keep that shit up, this is going to end quickly.

[Bakugou just grunts around the tip in his mouth as fingers dig into his hair, squeezing Manjoume's hip and thigh in return. It's not like the duelist hasn't grabbed his hair before to positive effect. Manjoume gets a middle finger extended up his pelvis before Bakugou deliberately repeats what he just did with his mouth and tongue.]

[Wow, you can take that middle finger and shove it?? Because Manjoume now actually does grab his boyfriend's hair harder and keeps his grip at that pressure, his other hand reaching for Bakugou's chin to get a better look at his stupid smug face down there.]

Hey, don't just ignore me like that!

[Even if what he is doing right now is in fact very, very pleasurable.]

[Careful. He's got a great place to shove it and no reason not to. Bakugou jolts when Manjoume suddenly fists his hair properly that time, red eyes flashing as fingers grip at his chin and tug slightly to get him to look up. He glares right back into his boyfriend's face and runs his tongue along the underside of his dick.

An ashen blonde brow arches upward at the command and right there to Manjoume's face, he repeats the action a third time, as if he hadn't even heard the duelist grouse at him. Teeth and all. Aka: ignoring him.]

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