thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[If he doesn't have a foyer table or a rack/stand for coats and umbrellas and occasional boyfriend-tossed clothes, that's Manjoume's problem. It's kind of annoying that Manjoume looks so damn good in a stupid turtleneck, because Bakugou likes the shape and feel of his boyfriend's neck and collar... but then again, it means he can mark the shit out of those areas and no one gets to see. Unless he goes for a hot spring dip with the other guys. Bakugou's a little too busy with the duelist's chest to comment on the not-rich-way of tossing his supposedly-rich shirt aside.

He's quick to let his boyfriend pull his shirt, having to shrug out of his jacket first before the yellow tee can drag up his muscular torso and slide over his head. Yeah, yeah. Take it off.]

[Manjoume used to use the public dorm spring back when he first left Obelisk Blue, but these days he's back to having access to a more private bath to use, so no one gets to see the marks Bakugou leaves on him here sometimes. And sure, on one hand Manjoume is a showoff and has no qualms reveling in the fact that he has a boyfriend, but other days he likes keeping these marks referencing their private moments just between them.

Besides, if they do end up on the floor at some point, it'll save him from having to explain any potential rug burn which is perhaps a tad too much information than anyone else really needs.

Now that Bakugou's own shirt is gone, Manjoume can take the opportunity to appreciate the other boy's physique in turn. Sometimes he does feel a little jealous that Bakugou has more noticeable muscle than Manjoume, who looks like a pastey twink by comparison next to him, but other times he finds him admirable in a way that any jealousy barely becomes a blip on the radar. It's proof that Bakugou has trained hard to get where he is, having earned that impressive strength of his.

That thought might be why when Manjoume's hands do come back in contact after the shirt is removed, it's a touch more gentle than the attempt at removing the shirt was, the tips of his fingers tracing some kind of pattern against a bicep for a moment before he speaks.]

Despite the amount of complaining I was doing over the phone about how long it takes you to get here, I am happy you came to see me today. In case that wasn't already obvious, I mean.

[Bakugou prefers his privacy and it hadn't exactly been a small deal when one of the top duelists and top heroes in their upcoming careers had started dating. The reporters certainly liked it and Dynamight's mentor had to step in a few times before the young hero broke a camera. Still, Bakugou likes that Manjoume doesn't run around flaunting those marks any chance he gets, but his boyfriend's showoff nature is pretty attractive too. Especially when the blonde notices envy aimed at either of them for their respective dates. Yeah, eat your fucking hearts out, bastards. He's dating Manjoume Jun.

Might avoid rug burns, but tile floor is both cold and harder than carpet. Bakugou's certainly bigger than his boyfriend, taller and more muscular, but Manjoume has his own firm build alongside a slender physique. Someone called him a twink once and Bakugou almost stuffed the offender in a trashcan. He finds Manjoume attractive and that's what matters. From the curve of his shoulders to the smooth skin covering his sleek tone. Proof that the other boy takes care of himself and gives a shit about his health.

Bakugou's body bares a few scars from his time as a hero, including two larger puncture wounds through his left shoulder and lower right side and a large burst one his chest. ~~Spoilers if you wanna know why.~~ He rolls his shoulders and back into Manjoume's hands when he touches him, then curls his arm when the other boy touches his bicep, flexing the muscle under his fingertips. Bakugou leans back enough to look into Manjoume's eyes, listening to him.]

Hn... Sap. [He moves forward, cupping a hand around the back of his boyfriend's head and pulling him in for a kiss. Deep, warm, and way more tender than previous. Sap.]

[~~I swear I will read MHA someday but any spoilers you wanna give are okay~~ Now who's the sap, when they're pulling him in for a kiss like that? Huh, Bakugou??

Not that Manjoume is complaining. Or could, even if he wanted to since his mouth is busy with reciprocating the gesture for now, his hands sliding to wrap around the other boy and splay against his back in a more softer embrace to accompany the kiss.

After a moment though, Manjoume does pull back to ask--]

So. Think we can get to the bed and not break it this time, or are you still more keen on the floor idea?

[Give it a year and a half and it should be finished. It's in its final arc now. Just stumbling along due to author's health issues making the pacing janky. Bakugou's scars came from knocking Midoriya out of the way of an attack and ending up impaled in the shoulder and stomach instead in the 1st war, then blowing his own chest/heart apart in the 2nd war due to drama plot reasons ... (apparently his new technique made his Quirk accidentally backfire?) I have issue with it.

Certainly not this explosive blonde bomb! He's kissing him semi-not-aggressively because he doesn't want to scare Manjoume off. Right, totally the reason for this deeper, gentle kiss after such a tender confession.

No complaints on this side either. When Manjoume kisses him back, Bakugou cards his fingers through the other boy's hair again, massaging his scalp as he tilts his head and deepens the connection. He rolls his back and shoulders into the hand splaying over his skin, muscles shifting beneath his skin as he enjoys the embrace. Manjoume's arms around him always feels good.

The guy's got some of the most amazing fucking fingers...]

Guess I'll risk the bed if you're gonna kiss me like that, idiot.

[It tempered the aggressive fire. Slightly.]

Move your ass before I change my mind.

[Manjoume rolls his eyes at the other boy, but otherwise complies as he loosens his hold on Bakugou, but not entirely as he goes from his arms being around him to instead grabbing his arm and dragging him over to his very nice bed. In fact, it probably is one of the nicer beds than anyone else has attending this school, on account of Manjoume having used his family's money for it before he stopped using it so much a year or two ago. Still very comfortable despite having bought it like two years ago.

Once they've reached the bed, Manjoume makes a point of trying to shove Bakugou down on it first so that he can pin him there in a similar fashion to how Bakugou had Manjoume against the wall before. Does he expect the other boy to try to fight or roll him over to switch at some point? Absolutely, because he doesn't expect Bakugou to actually stay willingly still under him for very long, but for now Manjoume takes the opportunity to attempt it anyway so that he can bring his mouth down further against Bakugou's neck. He moves his hands to hold down Bakugou's shoulders to try to get him to hold still long enough for him to get away with using teeth and tongue to lay a barrage of kisses against the exposed skin he has access to like this.]

[He's not surprised that Manjoume doesn't let go of him completely. Now who's the damn sap? Probably the dumbass who's letting himself get dragged along without snarling at Manjoume like he would've had anyone else tried to haul him around. Bakugou, being a boy who's had the same bed since his very young age, doesn't really notice the newness of Manjoume's bed so much as at least notes it's pretty damn nice. At least it's not some fucking gaudy thing that would've made the blonde shoot a taunt towards his boyfriend.

There's a brief resist when Manjoume tries to shove him, but Bakugou lets him win and goes down with a grunt, bouncing on his back once before the other boy pins him against the mattress. He quickly hooks a leg around the back of his boyfriend's, trapping said leg as a reminder he could definitely out-wrestle him. (And to cop a feel because he likes touching Manjoume.) He tilts his head back against the bed, a low growl rumbling in his throat as white teeth and light lips grip at his throat. Kissing, nipping, making another red mark with each passing second. Bakugou flexes his shoulders under the other boy's hands, hard muscle bunching beneath his skin, but doesn't attempt to push him off or roll them over. Manjoume can be on top for now.]

[Manjoume is initially quick and sharp with his nips and kisses, before he seems to slow down to a more leisurely pace upon feeling Bakugou relax under him, a sign that he's being granted permission to do as he pleases for now. He devotes a few more seconds to each mark than the last before he finally seems satisfied enough to sit back and survey his work for a moment.]

Have I ever mentioned before that you look good like this?

[Manjoume probably has said something to this effect before, what with being kind of a sap. But, it doesn't quite stop the grin that's formed on his lips as he says it anyway, moving a hand away from one of Bakugou's shoulders so that he can brush his thumb over some of the bigger marks he's left here.]

[It's hard to stay all tensed up when Manjoume's covering his skin with kisses like these. The relaxation is only short-lived before Bakugou's impatience and desire for more starts to stir him up, but for now, this pleasure is real nice. Sometimes, it's not bad to give someone else the control. When Manjoume finally draws back to admire his work, Bakugou rests one hand behind his head to prop himself up a little.]

No. Better fix that mistake real quick before I bite you. [Of course Manjoume's commented on his looks before, like this and otherwise, but Bakugou's gonna be a brat. Why else does he have that smirk across his face as his muscles flex on purpose. Besides, Manjoume looks like he's having fun with it too. He tilts his head to the side when that thumb wanders across one of the marks, a brief exhale escaping his mouth.]

Oh?

[Manjoume hums a bit at that, before he then leans back down, just close enough to where he is in easy kissing/biting range for Bakugou to reach again.]

... But what if I feel like letting you bite me? What then?

[He doesn't answer. With words. Only leans straight up and clamps his mouth on Manjoume's neck. Bakugou traces his tongue over his lines, feeling the muscle and his pulse moving under the other boy's white skin. Certainly not as hard as it could be, not hurting, but enough to leave a claiming set of teeth marks on Manjoume's throat when he opens his mouth again.]

That.

[Manjoume gasps at the sudden bite, and once Bakugou pulls back for a moment to speak, Manjoume brings one of his own hands up so that he can feel the teeth marks there for himself with his fingers for a second.]

Mm, not bad. [A pause, before he amends.] As far as I can tell without a mirror, anyway.

[He'll have to look later, for now though he's not really interested in getting up to use a mirror. Not when he's perfectly comfortable leaning against Bakugou on top of him here.]

[It's tempting to drop down and clamp one of those fingers between his teeth, but Bakugou resists the draw and instead watches with amusement as Manjoume feels the mark on his neck. Could've done it harder, but he'd rather not actually bruise his boyfriend this early.]

You'll see it later. [He made sure to bite him hard enough to keep that mark for a while. At least through the night. Something to admire during a shower or while getting ready for bed.

Bakugou settles his hand on Manjoume's chest again, spreading his fingers across his pectoral and coping a feel of both toned muscle and heartbeat. Hey, while the guy's not ripped, he's got clear pec definitions under that stupid purple shirt.]

[Manjoume may be a duelist rather than a hero like Bakugou, but he still has a decent amount of muscle--you kind of end up being in good shape after spending three years running around on an island. (Including sometimes running from danger on said island...)

It's not as pronounced as Bakugou's own figure, sure, but he appreciates the other boy paying attention to it all the same, leaning into the touch as he traces one of his own hands away from the marks he left down to where he can also feel up Bakugou's chest too. Not just the muscle there, but seeking out the pulse of Bakugou's heartbeat under his fingers.

Sometimes, when Bakugou is staying the night, Manjoume likes to lie there and just quietly listen to the other boy's heartbeat. Something about the sound of heartbeats has always made him feel calmer for some reason, even when Bakugou's often sounds rapid during and right after their usual activities, before slowing down to something more soothing.

... But, they're very much still in the middle of something, so Manjoume takes this opportunity while Bakugou is distracted with coping a feel to remind him of another area of interest he'd like some attention for, sliding his hips down and hard against Bakugou's under him with a quick burst of friction.]

[Probably doesn't hurt that he's always got a 30lbs metal dueling tray eternally attached to his arm. Jeeze, you'd think he'd have The Buff Arm result from all that lifting and holding during duels and walking around. Regardless, Bakugou wouldn't let Manjoume get out of shape; he's annoying efficient like that.

He likes what he sees, likes what he feels, likes the different facets of his boyfriend that show up under his eyes and hands as he touches him. When Manjoume leans into the run of his fingers, Bakugou spreads his hand on the other boy's chest and slides back and forth in a lazy admiration. It's when the duelist settles his hand on his heart, sensing his heartbeat, that the blonde leans up to capture his boyfriend's mouth in another kiss.

It's not a strange thing to be comforted by the life of someone you care about. Being a hero means he gets put in a lot of life or death situations. The reality is, any fight, any mission, any villain could be Dynamight's last. And he's not blind to the possible severities of Duels Manjoume finds himself in. He likes his boyfriend warm and pulsing. Alive.

A sudden shove of hips to hips earns a brief grunt from the blonde and he breaks the kiss with a small growl. Oh is that how it's gonna be? He catches Manjoume around the back of the neck as his other hand takes a dive, sliding over his chest and taut stomach before flicking the fly of his pants roughly. In no time, he's got the button undone, zipper shoved down, and fingers pushing under the hem of his pants to the swell beneath.] Impatient brat...

[Despite the fingers pushing their way into his pants, Manjoume can't help but offer a quick, cocky grin.]

Please, as if you weren't thinking about speeding things up a little here...

[One of his own hands is now coming down to fight with the button and zipper on Bakugou's own pants to get them open, despite the slightly awkward angle and the distraction of the other boy's fingers coming in contact with his need, which earns a groan of appreciation, a grind closer into that touch.]

[It's a real fucking shame that kind of look from Manjoume makes Bakugou want to take those fingers in his pants and just rip the fucking things right off his boyfriend's legs. Screw whether he'll miss them or the cost of the fabric.]

Don't make me rip your fucking pants off.

[He lifts his hips a bit to give Manjoume the room needed for finger work on his fly and zipper, the dull pop and dragging grind of metal releasing heralding that welcome loosening of his hem. As much as he wants to keep touching that hard shaft and soft head trapped behind his boyfriend's underwear, Bakugou pushes past it and pulls down, working the clingy material off the other boy's hips and further along his legs.]

[For the sake of not tearing Manjoume's pants somehow, he ends up complying in helping to get them off as soon as possible, sitting back for a moment so that he can shuck both his pants and underwear off and onto the floor in a haphazard fashion, and then after a moment, taking a moment to get his socks off too before he ends up forgetting about them.

Congrats, you've got Manjoume completely naked here, while in comparison Bakugou is perhaps overdressed since he still has his pants on. But Manjoume doesn't really complain about this just yet even with the slight burn of denim that grazes his own cock momentarily when he shimmies back over the other boy, instead seeming satisfied for now with simply trying to at least get Bakugou's dick out.

Once Bakugou's finally exposed, Manjoume's fingers brush lightly against the underside for a moment as he hums in consideration.]

So... got any requests for what you'd like me to do about this? Depending on what it is, I might be willing to give you my undivided attention here.

[Bakugou doesn't let him escape his grip entirely, reaching for Manjoume's legs and grabbing the fabric covering them to yank them down his limbs. It's a bit frantic, but a smooth operation, stripping them off his feet and over Bakugou's shoulder to land on the floor somewhere with the rest of his clothes. Something about seeing his boyfriend completely naked is... so damn invigorating.

Yeah, in comparison, the blonde's got way too many clothes still on, but when the current activity is stripping Manjoume, can you blame him for getting distracted? He falls back on the bed when his boyfriend clamors on top of him, hand running down the other boy's shoulder and back to end on his hip while the other one's content to rest on Manjoume's wrist. Won't be hard to pop his fly and drag Bakugou's dick free of the confines of his pants, a brief grunt of relief escaping after.

Skilled fingers wander along the underside of his length, earning a twitch of his shaft and a brief catch in Bakugou's breath. He'll deny it ever happened as he spreads his knees a bit beneath Manjoume's thighs.]

And what fucking part of you is somewhere else? [Undivided attention his ass! He's got ALL of Manjoume's attention right now! Or he better have after he reaches down and deliberately gropes his boyfriend's left ass cheek, middle finger pointedly dipping inside his cleft just enough to brush that puckered ring within.]

[Manjoume gasps at the touch, at the tease against the outside of his entrance. His attempt at remaining cocky is definitely slipping, but he forces himself to smile as his hand curls into a firmer grip around Bakugou's cock, thumb pressing against the head.]

Mm, was... elsewhere thinking about other things I could do to you, but... certainly being tempted now to skip straight past them and go straight to the part where I ride you into this bed.

[The lube's in arm's reach in the drawer of the nightstand by Bakugou's head, it wouldn't be that difficult to get it from here. But Manjoume doesn't make the move to try to reach for it himself, since he'd prefer keeping his hands where they are right now.]

[Manjoume's confidence is impressive, but it's pretty fragile at times. Bakugou can see him shake already and try to retain his cocky nature, but the way he's squirming and the sound of his breathing is pretty telling. But fuck, he's trying to keep it, if that grip on the blonde's dick is any indication. A smear of precum meets the digging thumb. Fuck...]

Heh, so it was still all on me. Idiot. [That's what he thought. Good boyfriend. An ashen brow arches at the suggestion to skip to the good part and he traces his fingers across the wrinkled circle in lazy "thinking" motions.] Sure you wanna do that with all this in the way?

[And deliberately raises a leg so he can bump his knee into Manjoume's back, the fabric of his pants rubbing at his boyfriend's skin. Sure, the lube's in reach, but there's more things they could be doing with each other... and Bakugou's not entirely in a rush to jump straight to fuck.]

[In response, Manjoume grinds a little against the material, considering. Sort of defeats the purpose of not wanting to end up with rug burns if he's just going to be doing shit like this when they're in bed, but still.]

Could be fun... then again, it'd probably be a hassle to have to clean later. Depending on if you're staying the night or need to head out again later, anyway.

[And while Manjoume Jun has thankfully become a person who does do his laundry a lot more often these days, he is still the type to try to avoid it if he can, so after a moment, he instead moves his hands to the other boy's waistband and gestures for Bakugou to sit up so we can get the rest of his clothes off.]

[They'd end up risking way more rug burns doing it on the rug than they would fucking with a few clothes still on. Not that Bakugou really likes fucking with clothes on, since that means more laundry and damp clothes post sex feel disgusting.]

I can stay the night. You've still got a change of my clothes here, idiot.

[Certainly not because Bakugou's efficient like that and brought a pair or two over to Manjoume's in the past to be ready for something like this in the future. His toothbrush and stuff are in his bag.

With the hands going to his hem and that gesturing tug to sit up, Bakugou pulls himself forward to rest on his ass in front of his boyfriend, abdominal muscles hardening from the pull and flexing when he eases into position. Enjoy the view, Manjoume.]

[Manjoume blinks at that, clearly having forgotten for a moment that Bakugou has spare clothes here. His mouth quirks faintly, a fight at trying not to smile like a sap at the confirmation that Bakugou wants to stay the night, instead focusing his efforts back on getting these damn pants off and out of the way.

His gaze lifts briefly from Bakugou's exposed dick to his abdominal muscles again when they flex, and then back down again after pushing aside the rest of his clothing onto the floor and out of sight. He licks his lips for a second, considering.]

Do you... [A pause.] ... want me to try using my mouth?

[For some reason, it was easier to say he wants to ride Bakugou's dick than it is to ask if the other boy wants a blowjob?? Manjoume why are you like this...]

[What, he's been here before! Bakugou gives him a flat look when Manjoume's expression betrays his momentary mind lapse. Then again, most people wouldn't peg the blonde for being willing to leave his clothes somewhere, so it's not completely unsurprising. But then that bare hint of a smile shows up despite Manjoume's attempt to smother it and Bakugou rolls his eyes at his boyfriend's stupid emotions. Figures. What a sap.

He moves his hips and legs as needed to let the other boy strip his pants off his body, boxer briefs following and soon his dick slaps up against his abs with a lewd sound as Bakugou drops down to his ass again, abdominal muscles hardening beneath Manjoume's gaze. Yeah, who cares where their clothes go now. That tongue on his boyfriend's lips is more interesting.]

Heh, that flusters you, Mr. Let Me Ride your Dick? [Bakugou leans in, intertwining his legs with Manjoume's with one above his thigh and one below the opposite, as he pulls forward and scoots in close to the other boy. Fingers settle on his shoulder and the side of his neck, pulling Manjoume towards him as Bakugou tilts his head and claims the duelist's mouth with a heated kiss. Combing his hand up the back of his head, through the ascending spikes of rich dark hair.] Hell yeah I do...

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just ignore that...