thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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...

Shut up.

[He manages to say to the other boy before he's being pulled into the kiss, an easy distraction from being able to potentially grump any further. He allows himself to lean into the pull of Bakugou's hands, leaning into the fingers combing through his hair with an appreciative groan against Bakugou's mouth, before he finally directs his attention further south.

He slips out of Bakugou's hold momentarily so that he can shuffle back into a proper position to be able to redirect his mouth from the other boy's to his cock instead--not that he actually goes right for the prize, that is. Instead he licks his lips before pressing his mouth against Bakugou's inner thigh, just shy of his cock as he offers a quick teasing nibble of a bite against the skin here and there. One of his hands curls around the base of Bakugou's cock, while the other grabs for Bakugou's hand. He doesn't redirect it into his hair yet (though he almost certainly will attempt to encourage that sooner or later given how much he seems to like having Bakugou's hands in his hair), for now just squeezing at it for support.]

[That's a good way to shut him up. Bakugou tilts his head and presses into the kiss with a low groan of pleasure. Manjoume's lips feel so damn good, soft and slender, yet with enough definition and plump to give contrasting sensations. He breaks the kiss just enough to slide his tongue between their mouths, tracing over his boyfriend's Cupid's Bow and along his lower lip. The return groan he gets in response is a welcome sound and vibration.

Bakugou moves on the bed to give Manjoume better access and freedom, spreading his legs a bit as he drops back into his elbows. Red eyes train on the other boy's actions as he lowers himself down towards his hips, a low grunt of surprise slipping out between his teeth when Manjoume opts to bite at his thigh rather than go straight for his dick. Cabled muscle flexes at the nip and Bakugou reflexively tents his knee. Fucking sensitive... Definitely not a place he usually gets touched outside of massaging himself after a mission or workout.]

Fuck... [Finally Manjoume gets his hand around his dick, causing Bakugou's cock to jump in his grip with a heady pulse. He blinks at the hand flopping around for something before it finds his own and the blonde surrenders it to be grabbed. A few squeezes and he curls his fingers around Manjoume's grip.] How much control do you want me to have?

[Either via moving Manjoume's head or moving his own hips.]

[Manjoume hums slightly in consideration here, a vibration that can be felt against Bakugou's skin as he seems to debate how to answer that.]

I think... that depends on what condition you want me in after: if you still plan on getting your dick in me, then maybe try not to wreck my throat too much.

[And with that said, he then proceeds to finally touch his lips to Bakugou's dick, starting small with little licks against the underside and the head, before pressing his lips there with a little more force and his tongue digging in against the slit here, allowing the head to pass his lips and enter his mouth just barely. He glances up at Bakugou at this point, waiting to see if the other boy is going to try to move Manjoume's head or his own hips to make him stop doing such teasing motions and take more of him into his mouth.]

[Bakugou's aware his temperament would suggest he'd take control and just do whatever the hell he wanted, especially since Manjoume was offering to "use" his mouth. But... guess he's deeper than his exterior would suggest, as he waits for the other boy to decide. The answer earns a brief snort and he drags his hand through Manjoume's hair.]

Didn't know your ass was connected to your mouth's state.

[Bu the taunting words don't match with his hand and expression as he watches Manjoume brush his lips against the head of his dick. Fuck, even that simple touch is pleasant. Small flicks of a pink tongue wet around his glans and delta between head and shaft, earning a soft exhale from the blonde. And a quick "fuck" as Bakugou tents his knees when Manjoume digs his tongue into the slit crowning the top of his shaft. Nerves fired off from that little action. Then slowly sinks back down as his boyfriend eases his tip into his mouth, covering the sensitive skin with warmth and wet.

That glance up seems to say everything going through Manjoume's mind, so Bakugou presses his feet flat to the bed's surface and then slowly pushes his hips up into Manjoume's mouth, using his hand on the back of his head to keep him there.]

[Manjoume gives him a look momentarily at that remark--listen, the reason he said that was because if his throat is too far wrecked, then it means he won't be able to do a whole lot of talking or praising or the like when he's riding his boyfriend, and Bakugou is just going to have to deal with him being quieter later.

But, he doesn't really take the opportunity to explain all that since his mouth is currently, ah... preoccupied. He allows Bakugou to hold his head in place and push more of his cock into his mouth as far as the other boy deigns to make him take for now. He carefully runs his tongue against the underside of the other boy's cock and tries to relax as much of his throat as possible in his current position so that he won't choke if Bakugou tries to reach the very back of his throat here, but otherwise doesn't try to pull off, instead getting used to having him there before he will try to establish a rhythm of some kind to suck him off.]

[Yeah, he knows. He smirks at the look Manjoume gives him but doesn't push otherwise. It's not like he's planning on shoving his dick down his boyfriend's throat right off the fucking bat. Bakugou rather likes it when the other boy is vocal during sex, even if it takes a bit to crack that proud voice open. Not that Manjoume has any less a difficult time getting Bakugou to voice anything during sex other than snarls or growls when the explosive blonde's on the bottom.

A low breath escapes his lips, red eyes lidding and a pink flush appearing on his cheekbones as he begins to roll his hips and push his dick into Manjoume's mouth. Bakugou curls his fingers into the other boy's hair, threading them through the thick black spikes and running his fingertips across his scalp. Only halfway, his dick stops where it is, pulsing between Manjoume's jaws, then drags backwards as Bakugou lowers his hips. All the way till the back of his crown rests against his boyfriend's teeth... and then pushes back up and in. Each time Manjoume runs his tongue along the underside of his dick, it gets a small reaction, from a hitched breath to a twitch of his leg or a reflexive curl / flex of his fingers. It's when his boyfriend decides to start sucking that Bakugou's voice comes out in a low, husky tone-] Fuck... Just like that...

[The encouragement, as few words as it is, motivates Manjoume to keep going, to apply more suction when he sucks, firmer licks and presses of his tongue and lips around Bakugou's cock. He closes his eyes for now instead of paying attention to his boyfriend's face, completely focused now on the goal of trying to get Bakugou off here--they're both hormonal idiots, he's pretty sure that Bakugou will be raring to go again soon enough, so he's fine with trying to edge the other boy into coming more than once here tonight.

Although, he's not really a fan of the taste when it comes to that part, but for once, he's willing to try to suck (ha) it up here and attempt to swallow anyway this time if Bakugou does deign to come in his mouth.]

[He'd've punched him on the head if encouraging him made Manjoume stop. Bakugou grits his teeth as that suction suddenly increases, dragging at his skin and making his toes curl against the sheets. Fingers dig into the back of his boyfriend's head when he licks up the length of his dick, flat of his tongue firmly cupping the underside and making his nerves sing. Somehow, seeing Manjoume with his eyes closed and bobbing up and down on his dick instead of staring right at him makes the entire thing even more intimate. Bastard's really getting into the action... focusing... Hell if Bakugou's not appreciative of that attitude.

One, he definitely can come more than once in a night. Two, he's not about to let Manjoume get him off so quickly, dammit! Even if his admittedly-improving blowjob skills are making his balls tighten up. Fuck...

Bakugou knows the taste isn't really Manjoume's favorite, so it's a good thing he gets just as much pleasure out of seeing his cum painted on his boyfriend's face as he would having him take it down his throat. Normally he'll pull out unless he's really in the dominating mood or Manjoume makes it clear he wants to swallow.]

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just ignore that...

lol it's all good

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