thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.]

Ba--fuck!

[There's a sharp gasp--he shouldn't have made eye contact when the other boy decided to do that again, that just sped it up a lot faster than he was prepared for, and sure enough Bakugou will feel Manjoume doubling over his head, near trying to hug Bakugou's head as close as possible to him as he comes without any further warning.

Sorry about potentially gagging you here in the process without a proper heads up, but also you kind of deserve it... is what he would say, if he was coherent enough to consider doing so.]

[Fuck! He knows Manjoume's close, that he's playing with a full load on a trigger, but he didn't expect that to trigger him! Either the eye lock, scrape of his teeth, a harder suck, tongue along the underside... okay he should've expected any of those. Either way, Bakugou's eyes snap open wide and his hands grab at Manjoume's hips and knee in a brief panic when his boyfriend crams himself all the way down his throat and cums. Yeah, getting doubled over like that and all but gagged mid orgasm is a hell of an experience that blows his mind as much as it steals (or stuffs) his damn breath.]

[It takes a few seconds, on account of being distracted by his sudden orgasm--which was very, very good; the combination of the warm suction and teeth surrounding his need practically tearing his orgasm right from him--before his breathing evens out again... and then he very quickly realizes that he's still holding Bakugou tightly to him here.

And thus, very quickly lets go of Bakugou completely here as he leans back against the wall so that Bakugou can pull off, and be freed from his previously tight grip against him here.]

Are you okay?

[His face is flushed, eyes half lidded, mouth contracting around Manjoume's length in unconscious swallows as he finally figures out he can breathe through his nose... a little... when his throat feels full and sticky and wet and fucking hell Manjoume didn't know what he just did by cramming Bakugou between his thighs like that. Part of him wants to rage chomp his teeth down like a bear trap! ... The other part wants to stay right where he fucking is... suck another one out of him... while Manjoume fists his hair and keeps him trapped in that demanding yank.

Until the duelist weighs the scales and lets go. Bakugou pulls back, sucking in a deep breath and panting heavily as he swallows once or twice, head bowed with Manjoume's dick against his forehead.]

Fucking bastard... you could've suffocated me...! [Somehow his voice (and dick) does not match his words. Funny that.]

[Manjoume does notice the strain to Bakugou's words, but because he can't really get a look at the other's face at this angle, he initially assumes that he does indeed sound like that for a reason that warrants an apology.]

Sorry. I really didn't intend to choke you like that...

[Still, Bakugou can likely hear the "but" coming, and sure enough, he frowns and has a petulant tone as he says--]

But, I did warn you what would happen if you kept it up, but you just ignored me instead!

[Bakugou's keeping his damn head down for a reason, not wanting Manjoume to see the flush on his face and the look in his eyes until he can rein that in. Having his boyfriend's dick against his face isn't a bad feeling either, hot breath puffing over the other teen's shaft and balls as he regains himself.]

Didn't ask for a damn apology. [Yeah, he hears that "but" and tries to cut it off before Manjoume can get to it. Too late. He's going for it. Bakugou growls at him and deliberately flicks his tongue against the guy's sac.] And you blew you fucking load because of it!

[Sounds like he's in the right, huh?]

[Manjoume flinches at the lick, though not entirely in an unpleasant way. Even if his face does twist in an annoyed scowl at the other's comment.]

Shut the fuck up. [And he crosses his arms over his chest after, clearly no longer all that apologetic anymore now that Bakugou is acting like this about it.] And so what if I did? You want a damn medal or something for it?

[Didn't think it'd be in a bad way and Bakugou finally looks up just in time to see the other boy's face contort in that dour expression. Meaning he does it again. The lick thing. Both hands move down to Manjoume's legs, skimming over knee and calf before rising towards his thighs.] Later. [He's more entertained that Manjoume came from something he kept whining about Bakugou doing.] Put your leg over my shoulder.

[As much as Manjoume would like to continue arguing, his attention goes quickly to the hands on his legs, gently rising and brushing against his skin, slowly until reaching toward his inner thighs.

... Fine. He can save the argument for later. This is more enticing, anyway.

Manjoume does as asked, carefully lifting one of his legs here to put over Bakugou's shoulder. He unfolds his arms from their crossed position against his chest, one hand against the wall behind him here just in case he is going to need it for support soon.]

[He better not start arguing when Bakugou has intentions to fuck him against the wall. But first, he has something else in mind, coupled with the hands wandering over Manjoume's legs and feeling him up without a single hint of shyness. Admiring long and slender with lithe tone from standing and bracing plenty in those duels of his.

Once he gets one thrown over his shoulder, the blonde leans forward on his knees and toes, turning his head to bite at the inside of Manjoume's thigh. One hand moves to hook around the outside of his leg, the other one's content to stay where it is as he mouths along the sensitive skin.]

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