thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[He won't say it, but Manjoume does actually appreciate the unspoken agreement for slowing down for a brief moment, that Bakugou doesn't immediately start thrusting into him as soon as his dick is inside of him here. It gives him a second to adjust to the feeling of... well, everything, between the coil of pressure and heat in his lower belly to the unforgiving wall against his back that he's being pressed further against due to their current positions. And then, another second to relax in his boyfriend's arms, to enjoy the kiss and catch his breath after instead of feeling like he has to fight for oxygen during and after it breaks.

Despite the fact that it wasn't even that long ego since they last fucked, and that Manjoume can already feel a slight amount of pain in his lower back warning that he is going to deeply regret doing this again so soon immediately after, he only allows the slight break between kissing and movement here for a few seconds longer. But soon, he taps one of his hands against Bakugou's back here from where they are resting, trying to help keep him upright against the wall for this.]

O--Okay, you can move now, go on...

[That wall's not going to be unforgiving too soon. Once it gets wet from sweat, Manjoume's going to be sliding against it. Half the reason for fucking his boyfriend against the wall in the first place. It makes him cling, unless he wants to grapple with the door frame on one side. Nothing else is there on the other. Bakugou holds onto the duelist's legs, letting his boyfriend decide what to do with his arms. Fight for support against the wall, which is pretty damn hot with the way it'd make Manjoume's shoulders hike and arms flex to keep himself up, or surrender and wrap around the muscular blonde to holds himself up. Decisions...

No comment on fucking the breath out of him, folded up like he is. Bakugou breaks the kiss when Manjoume does and gives his hips a light push. Not getting any further inside, but arching up on the balls of his feet to hike the other boy an inch up the wall. Then back down on his heels, giving Manjoume a hint of what's coming right as that hand slaps him on the back. Don't spur him like a damn horse, idiot. He nods at the permission, then slides back enough to drag half out, before thrusting inside once more.]

You're already squeezing me like you're about to cum...

[Hey, Manjoume will do whatever he wants, including spurring the other like a horse, if it'll mean getting to ride his boyfriend's dick against the wall here. Deal with it.

He does however have enough pride to still gasp out--]

N--not before you do...

[He's already come before from the blowjob, he's gotta try to outlast Bakugou here at least once, right?]

Go for it. [Bakugou smirks at the sheer cheek in that panting voice, then leans in and bites at Manjoume's throat. Tongue and teeth taking turns as he assaults under his jaw, down the front of his throat, on the side of his neck, wherever he feels like mauling as he works his hips back and forth, thrusting inside the other boy at a slow and deep pace. He's not going to let Manjoume outlast him.]

[That earns Bakugou a choked gasp when he first bites at Manjoume's throat, a momentary raking of nails against the other boy's back.]

Hah-!!

[Hey wait, that's not fair! That should be cheating to go for biting and marking at his jaw and neck while he's getting fucked...

He even huffs something that sounds suspiciously like "cheater" under his breath here, but he doesn't actually wantto stop Bakugou from doing it. He's not really in a good position to do the same to the other boy, but one of his hands slides back up into Bakugou's hair and tugs on it as best as he can in retaliation.]

[Bakugou grunts when nails rake over his back, muscles hardening and shoulders rounding from the quick nick of pain. Bastard. He squeezes his hand hard around the underside of Manjoume's thigh, half to get back at him for it, then clamps down on his throat gain with a harder bite, this time deliberately trying to set some teeth marks in his neck.

While still fucking him of course. He rocks his hips forward, pushing Manjoume's back flush to the wall, then slides back, letting his lower back and hips peel off the slowly-dampening surface. Then thrusts back in, soon enough starting to hear a soft thud, thud, thud from where Manjoume's hips are beating against the wall. Incriminating in time with his pace.]

[Man if he was worried about the neighbors before then they are definitely able to tell that Manjoume is getting railed in here from the amount of thudding against the wall...

But, he's not actually worried about that right now due to how good said railing is. Maybe later he will be pissed, but right now he's too busy focusing on other things right now, like the sting of pleasure-pain from his hips and back thudding against the wall, or of Bakugou's teeth trying to leave distinctive marks on his neck that he is probably going to have to wear a high turtleneck collar to hide later.

Still, he is determined, which may be why he pulls harder on Bakugou's hair to try to get him from biting his neck here anymore, trying to get the other boy's head to tilt at the right angle so that Manjoume can be the one to try to kiss and bite at Bakugou's neck now, despite the awkward position he's in by comparison to his boyfriend. As such, since he has to also focus on making sure he doesn't slip out of Bakugou's grasp here against the wall, his own kissing and biting against whatever skin of Bakugou's he can reach here is a tad sloppy and uncoordinated in comparison.]

[He can always say something about putting furniture together or doing some kind of workout. That crap usually flies in shitty skits and stories. Or he can own up to it and say he was getting railed.

Bakugou gets pulled back from the mauling on Manjoume's neck, panting breaths starting to pick up as he watches his boyfriend's face through lidded eyes. His neck flexing with each swallow, upper chest flushed with a sexual heat, head dropped back against the wall as his shoulders bounce with each thrust slamming his lower back into the wall. The mark he left on Manjoume's neck is already visible on his light skin, and he's thinking about going for another one...

At least until Manjoume decides he's going to pull him in and start going at his neck. Bakugou cusses thickly in pleasure at the sensation, tilting his head to one shoulder to bare his throat. It's a little harder for his boyfriend at this angle and pressure, but Manjoume's stubborn and Bakugou's going to let him go for it. He hooks both arms under the other boy's knees, giving him a away to hold himself up with them as he thrusts back and forth, sometimes letting the impact against the wall bounce Manjoume back onto his dick rather than ramming him himself.]

[Well, he had talked earlier about wanting to ride Bakugou, so guess it seems he's getting his wish granted here, technically speaking. His biting and kissing at Bakugou's skin that he can reach begins to slow, or rather, becoming less and less coordinated, more presses of lips and tongue, only nips of teeth than a proper bite as his breathing becomes ragged. It's hard to really focus or draw more strength despite his best attempts, what with having each breath nearly punched out of him with each thrust or bounce back down onto Bakugou's cock.

He won't be able to really say after the fact what finally causes him to suddenly come without warning despite trying to outlast Bakugou, if it was a particular press of Bakugou's cock against his sweet spot, or between a moment of running his tongue over the taste of sweat and iron from Bakugou's skin. Regardless, one moment he's still hanging on, the next Bakugou will suddenly feel the other boy come from where his cock is trapped between them, a quiet whine the only verbal noise that manages to leak from the back of Manjoume's wrecked throat. It's hard to tell if he's even noticed that he's done so yet from where his face is still pressed as best as it can be against the junction of Bakugou's neck and shoulder. He hasn't become completely dead weight yet in Bakugou's hold, thankfully, but that's definitely going to be a potential concern here in a moment once he starts coming down from the high of orgasm, his arms already starting to relax, devoid of tension, from where they're hanging off of Bakugou here.]

[It almost feels like he's fighting against Manjoume's ability to bite him, each thrust and pound trying to force another pant or groan out of his mouth when he isn't latched onto his damn throat. If Manjoume wants to keep attempting to make Bakugou wear a turtleneck the next day, he's gonna have to try harder. The blonde's not letting up on the pace, rocking his hip into his boyfriend's with that steady, hard rhythm. Despite his own heavy breathing, it's really damn hard not to crack a grin each time he feels Manjoume's mouth slip on his neck, missing another hickey or bite.

Tension! Bakugou hunches forward, driving Manjoume against the wall as he feels that tight, sucking grip around his dick sudden constrict into a smothering clutch. Holy fuck! He shoves in to the base, having to force his way through, and locks there, panting heavily against Manjoume's collar and shoulder as his body seizes up. Fuck, he feels him painting his chest and stomach with white, spurting lines cresting against his skin in heavy splashes. Bakugou tightens his hands on the other boy's knees, holding on as his own orgasm gets wrenched out of him. Hot, hard, heavy, pulsing inside Manjoume's hole again as his balls drag up between his thighs. A smothered grunt cusses out of his mouth as he hunches against his boyfriend's body, pinning him between the wall and his own body as he empties himself amid several wracking pulses. Fuck... fuck... Manjoume's gonna be leaking after this.]

[Manjoume groans at the harder press against the wall, the feeling of Bakugou releasing inside of him here. That's what gets him to register that he's also come himself, feeling the slick on his chest and thighs as he sighs quietly, resting his chin on Bakugou's shoulder.

He can already tell that he probably looks like a mess, is quickly starting to feel like one too. He probably is going to end up having to take another bath or shower or something from how much he is going to be leaking here, already craving water and perhaps sleeping for the next several hours.

But he doesn't really have the strength to pull away and start getting those things, instead nuzzling his face a bit here against Bakugou's neck. He's sore and gross, but he likes being held and leaning against his boyfriend here after sex like this.

Besides, there's a good chance he will fall flat on his face the moment he tries to stand here.]

[Bakugou slowly comes down from the high, breath heavy despite his attempts to keep it quiet. He braces his feet on the ground to prevent himself from buckling against the wall... though more to avoid dropping Manjoume on his ass on the floor. The sensation of cum dripping down his balls and onto his thighs mingles with some of it leaking down his torso. Damn, they really did make a mess here. Not to mention the wall's already got some shiny lines of sweat running towards the baseboard.

Definitely going to have to grab a shower or something. Bakugou wonders if Manjoume even has the strength to walk there. It'll be a bit before he can carry him, as he's still pinning the other boy to the damn wall. That lazy nuzzle into his neck doesn't help either and the blonde leans down to nip at his boyfriend's neck, holding him a bit closer as he moves his arms to guide the other boy's legs around his back.]

Think your legs'll work?

Mmm... doubtful.

[He could certainly try standing, but walking is definitely not happening without help. After a moment, he leans back a little just enough to give his boyfriend a lazy smirk.]

Think your arms'll work so that you could carry me instead?

You like it. [Bakugou's proud little grin says he did too. But he's also going to start moving his arms again, hands sliding over Manjoume's thighs and knees to at least help work some blood back into his limbs. That expression on his boyfriend's face is annoyingly attractive.] Tch! I'm holding you up right now, idiot.

Sure, but you haven't started walking yet while carrying me.

[He is giving you a prime opportunity to show off just how strong you are, you know. Though, normally he would probably bitch under most circumstances on being picked up and carried somewhere, this is the one time he can allow that sort of thing, when it's very attractive as opposed to simply being embarrassing.]

Brat. [Bakugou pulls back from the wall easily enough, adjusting his hands to clasp Manjoume around the tailbone while keeping his legs thrown over his elbows. There's no way he's going to be able to stay inside the other boy while they walk, but he'll let that happen when it does as he moves out into the hallway and back towards the bathroom. At least they don't have to do the damn bedding again.]

You like it.

[Maybe not the "Manjoume being a brat" part, but more so the getting to show off how strong you are part, he means.

He curls his arms around the back of Bakugou's neck here carefully so that Bakugou can carry him easily.]

You wanna take a bath again, or just a shower this time?

Shut up. [Ironically, he does like Manjoume being a brat, though it's more out of liking Manjoume having a spine and not being afraid to say shit rather than being happy he can drive Bakugou up the damn wall. Bakugou avoids clunking the other boy's head or legs into the walls as they walk.] A shower. If we get a bath, you're just gonna get fucked again.

You say that as if it's not possible to end up fucking in the shower too.

[There's a pause as he lets the words hang there, but then he sighs.]

But then again, that's probably not a good idea, I'm already sore enough as it is.

[Forget not being able to walk for the rest of the night, he won't be able to walk for several days if he keeps pushing it here.]

I can throw you in there by yourself.

[That will prevent fucking very easily. Even if Manjoume's legs don't work. Shower on the ground!

But as much fun as it would be to fuck in the shower, Bakugou's done for the night. So is Manjoume's ass.]

You'd be laid up tomorrow if we went again.

[That or walking with a noticeable limp or stiffness that Bakugou's 100% sure Manjoume's friends would pick up on.]

Mmmm, better not risk it then. Plus, I just want to get clean quickly so that we can actually relax instead.

[and by relax he probably means cuddle, which he would deny because that word isn't very cool sounding even if that is essentially what he's wanting to do]

Uh-huh.

[How much "relax" really means "fall asleep" at this time of night is going to be a big question. Bakugou comes to a pause outside the shower.]

Do your legs work now?

[Cause someone has to turn the damn thing on. His hands are busy.]

Ah... I think I can stand again, at least.

[With a noticeable wince, he carefully stretches his legs so that he can stand here once Bakugou allows him to be disengaged from the other's hold, one of his hands going up to prop against the wall here so that he doesn't slip.

Standing appears to be successful, even with the need of a little support.]

[Bakugou lets one leg down at a time, slowly, making sure Manjoume can get that one braced and stable first before offering the other. He's gonna have a damn kink in his thighs at this rate, if he's not going pins and needles from the calf down. Letting the shower wall be the support, Bakugou heads for the other side and twists the nozzle to start the water. He keeps the shower head turned to the side so Manjoume doesn't get blasted with cold spray. Even if he could use it right now...]

Thanks.

[Manjoume appreciates not getting immediately blasted in the face with cold water here, he would have definitely slipped and landed on his ass here if that had happened.

As it is though, instead of the slow and lazy bathing they were doing before, Manjoume is actually more focused on getting clean here as quickly as possible, as best as he can from where he's leaning against the shower wall for support. The sooner he can get cleaned up and lie down instead of continuing to be on his feet, the better.]

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