thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

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.]

[Bakugou doesn't expect Manjoume to stand the entire shower either. If he needs to sit down and rest, that's fine. But he's not going to get into the shower with him. At this point, it's way too risky to get caught up in another round neither o them is ready for. So once the water's heated up, Bakugou pulls the shower head down again and then steps out, closing the curtain behind him as he goes. He'll just leans against the counter nearby and do nothing while Manjoume washes off. Maybe play with his Quirk a bit, popping off tiny explosions in effort to make more firework-like displays.]

[Manjoume is quick, but thorough as he manages to wash off any filth still clinging to him--he isn't too worried about his hair aside from rinsing out the sweat, but the rest of him he makes sure is nice and clean before he pulls the curtain back. For a second, he's distracted watching Bakugou make tiny fireworks in his hands before he finally speaks up, holds a hand out.]

Hand me a towel, and then you can take your turn now.

[Once he's out and has his lower half dried, he's probably going to sit on the toilet to rest his legs again and work on drying his hair while Bakugou showers.]

[Whump! Bakugou doesn't even look as he flings his arm to the side and a towel flies into Manjoume's space. Whether it whaps around his face or drapes around the tent pole of his outstretched arm is up to the guy's reaction time. Just give him a second to finish up the exercise before lowering his arm and heading towards the shower.]

Your legs are working again. [Just to tease him a bit before pulling the curtain shut and getting to his own shower. It won't take long to wash up, taking care of his body and hair to make sure the sweat and any lingering cum's gone.]

[Manjoume has to resist the urge to childishly throw the towel right back at Bakugou's face here after it hits him, but he does scowl all the same, some of his usual grouchiness coming back once more.]

Shut up.

[Once Bakugou sounds like he's finished showering and Manjoume is satisfied with drying himself off, he picks up another towel to give to Bakugou--or rather, to toss at the other boy in a similar manner to what Bakugou had done earlier to him, as petty as it may be.]

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[At least that grouchy nature's coming back once the post-orgasmic glow fades off. Bakugo runs his fingers through his hair as the water pours over his face and head, rubbing at his shoulders and arms down to his waist and lower. Just a quick, thorough rinse off while Manjoume waits outside.]

Nice try. [Said when he catches the towel out of the air, completely expecting them to be thrown at him like that. Brat. Bakugou scrubs at his head before moving onto the rest of himself. That feels better. Now they just have to mess with the bed and maybe clean that part of the wall tomorrow...]

Show off.

[Damn it, of course he should have expected that Bakugou would have the reflexes to catch it before it could hit him in the face... regardless, Manjoume is walking out now so that he can change into proper sleepwear, and then walks over to the bed... that he now remembers that they didn't actually finish making inbetween their childish fight earlier and getting railed against the wall.

So with a slight click of his tongue he reaches out and finally gets the sheets spread out in a manner that could be considered passable enough so that he can finally lie down again while he waits for Bakugou to come out and join him.]

Don't be so predictable, Duelist.

[Manjoume's amusingly petty enough to do the same thing (just like Bakugou) so it was easy to predict. Leaving the other boy some time to dress, he sticks around the bathroom to dry off, still wary of being alone and naked with Manjoume. It could kick off again and they'd be completely exhausted when the sun rose. Bakugou returns the the room after a few minutes and grabs some clothes to sleep in. Basic tank top and boxer briefs, black as usual.

It also means he gets to watch Manjoume do the worst job at getting the bed made. Yeah, if he thinks that's gonna fly with his neat-freak perfectionist boyfriend, he's stupid.] What the hell? Get off! We can make that shit in a minute!

[He will flip Manjoume off said bed if he doesn't comply! If he does, yeah, they'll have the bed made in less than 60 seconds. Bakugou'll haul the mattress to the side to bare the corners, then it's yank, tuck, stretch, yank, tuck, fit, and done.

Now Manjoume can flop the sheets, blankets, and pillows wherever.]

Wh--hey!!

[Manjoume just barely rolls out of the way of getting flipped off the bed, but still scowls heavily as he's forced to wait until Bakugou fits the sheets properly before he's allowed to go back to flopping on his bed. (Though at least this time he waits until the pillows and blanket is on there too)

However, once the bed is ready, this time he tries to pull Bakugou down with him.]

Come on, get in here with us already.

[He wants to cuddle (except he will not use that word out loud if he can help it) with his boyfriend a little.]

[Good thing he rolled instead of getting twanged onto the floor. Bakugou ignores his scowling face as he tugs the fitted sheet onto the mattress with little issue. Then shoves it back into the place and Manjoume can drop back onto it. Pillows, sheets, blankets, all the bedding before Bakugou heads across the room to flick the lights off.

Only to get pulled down into the bed with Manjoume once he returns to it.] Don't yank me, dammit!

[Not that he's fighting it. He quirks a brow at the "us" comment, but is too tired to bother taunting Manjoume about his multiple personalities or spirit partners, whichever he's unconsciously referring to.

Unless it's a royal we thing...

But Bakugou's in the bed, definitely not cuddling as Manjoume can get all up in his physical space like a proper boyfriend.]

[It was in fact his spirit partners he was referring to--the Ojamas, thankfully, did not speak up and instead had chosen to lie down at the end of the bed, even wearing little night caps that they pulled out of the void of who knows where. Hence the unconscious use of "we", and for now, he's not actually feeling like he needs to tell them to scram since they are in fact just lying there out of the way for now.

There is a chance that the little shits will get braver and attempt to move up and lay on his pillow at some point in the night, so instead of putting his head on his pillow, Manjoume comes close so that he can rest his chin on Bakugou's shoulder, his arms coming up in a side embrace around the other here.]

You don't mind me doing this, do you?

[Good thing Bakugou's not going to think about those little freaks being there, because being reminded they have an audience would make this not!cuddling moment end in a flash. God he hopes they weren't watching while they were fucking. Settling in the bed, he pulls the covers up to his ribs, rolling onto his side as he tucks an arm under his pillow to prop his head a bit.

At least until Manjoume sidles up to him and Bakugou ends up lying on his back with his boyfriend's head resting on his shoulder. It's not the worst way to go to sleep, right? He drops his arm across his chest, resting it over one of the duelist's as he lets his eyes drift shut in the darkness.] If I did, you'd be on the floor.

[Since when has Bakugou ever held back in telling someone he didn't like something?]

[Thankfully, the Ojamas nor any other duel spirit haunting this apartment have any interest in watching them fuck. They stay away until they are able to tell for certain that it's fine to come back.

Manjoume actually rolls his eyes at that, even if Bakugou might not be able to see it.]

Yeah okay, tough guy, you could have just said you don't mind and leave it at that.

[Able to tell for certain... Bakugou's not going to think about it or it's just going to bother him. This is fine. He'll take it as it is and enjoy the hell out of it while it happens. Putting up with a bitchy boyfriend is part of that enjoyment. Even if Bakugou's never going to say it.] You just like stating the obvious or something?

[This is what you get for daring to even ask that question, Manjoume.]

Shut up.

[This is accompanied by a lazy jab of two fingers against Bakugou's cheek from where he's lying against his boyfriend here.]

You just like being a smart ass.

[Bakugo grunts at the poke, promptly giving Manjoume a return one with his middle finger in the ribs. Not hard, but enough to get him back. Cause he's so mature like that. Settling down afterwards, covers pulled up to rest around his ribs.]

You keep asking for it.

Whatever.

[Thankfully, Manjoume doesn't jab at Bakugou right back again and turning this into a dumb fight. Instead, he actually settles as well, resting the side of his face against Bakugou here. If he wanted to, he could angle himself even closer and even listen to Bakugou's heartbeat.

This is nice and comfortable. He could probably fall asleep like this soon, especially if he does end up listening to Bakugou's heartbeat like he's tempted to do--it's one of the few type of sounds he's able to tolerate at night, as normally he would have to grab the ear plugs off the bedside table before he's able to get any semblance of sleep.

...But he doesn't say so, since somebody gets snippy about saying the obvious around here. >_>]

[Without the spark to fight, Bakugou doesn't return the burst, letting Manjoume settle in against him and resting close to him. No need to get all snuggly, but it's comfortable as his boyfriend tucks under the covers. He rests an arm over the duelist, eyes closing as the darkness and warmth make it easier to drift off.

Probably a good thing he can't hear any spirits, because he'd likely have murdered them all by now. How can he murder spirits? Who knows. But he'd find a way if they didn't shut up and leave him alone. Bakugou's quick to fall asleep, never having trouble unless his mind's busy with something. His breathing tapers off into the steady rise and fall of slumber, head dropping to the side and mouth resting a little nuzzle into Manjoume's hair. It'll be a peaceful night.]

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