thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[Well hey, it worked didn't it? Or at least Manjoume will consider this a success to himself privately, even when he almost chokes for a second when Bakugou initially shoves his way back into his mouth. But he's nothing if not resiliant so he allows the other boy to proactively fuck his mouth here, gasping around the other's dick at the strong grip in his hair, before his noises become far more vocal when Bakugou suddenly jerks his head back and off so that he can finish on his face.

For a moment, Manjoume just stays still without trying to remove himself from Bakugou's grip still in his hair, swallowing and just trying to breathe again now that he's no longer sucking on the other boy's cock. He can feel whats on his face and its kind of gross actually now that some of the adreneline is waning a little, but he doesn't make to try to wipe at his face yet to remove it. Besides, he can probably get Bakugou to take care of that for him here in a second...

So instead, he simply focuses on catching his breath until he can speak again.]

Ha... you should have seen the look on your face a second ago. It was priceless.

[Says the guy whose face is filthy right now?? Though he does frown a little as he remembers his bangs here and hopes that he isn't going to feel anything if he tries to touch them right now.]

That better not have reached my hair...

Edited 2023-07-22 18:04 (UTC)

[Even if Manjoume's gonna be a mouthy bastard to him, that doesn't mean Bakugou's going to completely write off his boyfriend's preferences and pleasure. Shooting some into his mouth and getting the rest on his face is a win for both of them. And damn, the view from up here is nice. Seeing lances and drips of white streaking Manjoume's face, a few white beads collecting on his jaw and sticking to his chin, playing with the saliva already there from the other boy sucking him off a few seconds ago...

Bakugou takes in the sight while catching his breath and coming down from the high. His grip in Manjoume's hair eases up, letting him decide whether he wants to draw back or not. He sounds nice, both the gulping drags down his throat and the way he's sucking in his breath over and over. Yeah, he knows the afterglow and pleasure's going to wear off soon, and Manjoume's going to bitch at him. Bakugou's done the same in reverse, so he expects it by now.]

Heh, fuck off, I was too busy looking at yours.

[And makes the underlying comment understood by lazily smearing a thumb though one of the lines of cum on his boyfriend's cheek. Mentioning Manjoume's hair earns a quirked brow and Bakugou eyes the dark spikes hanging over the other boy's forehead. Yeah, he's an excellent shot and all, but coming? Hell if he cares to snipe every pulse.]

Wash it out later.

[Manjoume definitely scowls at that, fighting the urge to touch his hair to try to feel and see how much of it there he is he will have to worry about washing out...]

Fucking hell... well, at least help me do something about my face, would you?

[Luckily for him, it's not a lot. Mostly a line or two. But since there's not that much space between Manjoume's mouth and those thick bangs of his, he should probably considering asking for the load on his neck and chest next time. Bakugou still thinks he looks hot like this, even if he's gonna be a brat about it.

That's what Bakugou was waiting for and leans over to run his tongue along Manjoume's cheek. Tracing the lines of cum off his skin in lazy motions, hands moving to feel up his boyfriend's chest while he's at it.]

[Neck and chest would be amendable... and maybe he'd even be convinced to let you leave it there a little longer to admire...

But in the meantime, his attention is firmly on the now rather than hypothetical scenarios, gasping when Bakugou's hands come up to play with at the same time he moves his tongue along Manjoume's cheek. Once he's reasonably certain that Bakugou has gotten it all (or at least enough to satisfy Manjoume for the time being) he turns his head so that his own tongue and lips can meet Bakugou's here in a kiss, his hands quickly coming up to wrap his arms around Bakugou's neck as he leans himself further into the touch at his chest.

It really is that easy to make Manjoume forget about his griping about his hair, at least for now.]

[Considering the afterglow of orgasm and Manjoume catching his breath, Bakugou would likely have enough time to admire his handiwork should he end up doing this again, just lower at the climax.

He's gotten most of it by the time Manjoume catches his mouth with his own in a heated kiss. Tongues tangle together, sliding across each other's in a wet tangle as he tries to wrestle the other boy's muscle into the bottom of his mouth. The attempt falters when two arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, adding to that constant friction against Manjoume's chest. Bakugou's voice comes out in a rumbling sound as he moves his hands over his boyfriend's skin, tilting his head a bit to deepen the kiss as they press together in the heat of the afterglow. Dwindling now for another ignition.

Bakugou slowly shifts forward, encouraging Manjoume to stretch out along with him on the bed so they can twine together a bit more fully, wanting to feel as much of his boyfriend as he can.]

[Manjoume allows the other boy to get him to lie down with him on the bed alongside him, relaxing his arms a little in his hold on Bakugou here so that he can twine his legs with his boyfriend properly in their new position. He still hasn't attended to his own erection yet, but Bakugou will definitely be able to feel it right now with Manjoume twined up against him here.

Still, he doesn't make to grind against his boyfriend just yet, his attention focused on their kiss and his hands behind Bakugou's neck, using his thumbs to massage circles into the skin of the other's shoulders and back here in a similar pattern to the attention being given to his own chest here.]

[He knows, and he lets Manjoume know he knows by pressing down atop him, running his saliva-slick arousal against his boyfriend's straining need. Bakugou'll take over the grinding easily enough, hooking a foot under Manjoume's ankle as he rubs and ruts along his body. Fingers dig into the sheets beside the other boy's head, other hand holding onto his shoulder.

A low groan bleeds into the kiss as he moves, both from the pleasure of the kiss and feeling Manjoume's thumbs wandering in circular motions along his nape, shoulders, and upper back. Their chests press flush together and Bakugou indulges in the strong beating of his lover's heart. Over and over, melding with the motions of their bodies. He finally breaks the kiss, looking down into Manjoume's eyes.] Got a position preference, or should I just go down there and blow your mind?

[On the one hand, he was determined to ride Bakugou into this bed... on the other, however, he's feeling pretty comfy now while lying down. Manjoume gives a hum of consideration, and certainly one of appreciation at the close slow grind of his boyfriend, before he speaks.]

Think you can do better than I did?

[... Of course he still ends up seeking a challenge even while acquiesing to lying back for a moment.]

[Yeah, no one's riding him when he's planning on blowing his boyfriend out of his mind. Unless Manjoume wants to be in some weird position while fucking Bakugou's face... He isn't about to bring that up, not while he's enjoying this lazy grind as he stretches out along his boyfriend's body. Rubbing, tangling, simply taking pleasure in touching him.]

Pfft, like I'd let you do something better than me. [If Manjoume's going to put a challenge out, Bakugou's going to take it. He starts to slowly work his way down the other boy's body, hands wandering while his mouth takes up kissing, licking, and nipping random places on that light body.]

Then prove it.

[You better really blow his mind here after saying something like that, boyfie.

But so far, no complaints he has to give just yet as Bakugou starts to wander his way down, caressing and kissing at random places on his chest and slowly downward. Manjoume moves his arms up and out of the way to help accommodate the other boy in mapping his way down, giving a pleased sort of hiss when Bakugou nips at a particularly sensitive spot.

Though, hopefully he doesn't take too long getting closer to his thighs, otherwise Manjoume really will start complaining about the other boy going too slow.]

Stop fucking rushing me, dammit. [Oh he's going to do his damnest to make his boyfriend see stars and cuss his head off.

Not that Manjoume's complaining as Bakugou takes a little more time than necessary to wander down his body. He cops a few feels on his way, rubbing at his ribs, sliding his hands up to his shoulders, trailing them down his hips, and even following the other boy's raised arms with his hands. He notes that hiss of pleasure and loops back around to that same spot on occasion as he sojourns down to Manjoume's hips.

Bakugou stretches his legs out below him, lying comfortably between his boyfriend's thighs and resting his arms over his legs, hands taking hold of Manjoume's hips. He runs his tongue over the other boy's dick from base to tip, then brazenly drags him into his mouth with a tilt of his head and curl of his tongue around his head. Sucking immediately and using his tongue to play along Manjoume's tip.]

Fuck...

[One of Manjoume's hands moves to Bakugou's hair, the other curling into the sheets as he closes his eyes and focuses on the sensation of his boyfriend's mouth on his dick. The feel of the other boy's tongue against the underside before curling around the tip, the welcoming heat and suction into his mouth...

It really does feel good, though he's determined not to let Bakugou unravel him that easily as the hand in Bakugou's curls into those locks harder and gives a slight tug--not necessarily to force Bakugou to take more of him, but definitely a silent order to do more or go faster here.]

[A low rumble vibrates in Bakugou's chest again as fingers thread into his hair, groaning softly when Manjoume gives a small tug to the ashen blonde spikes. Right, right. He lowers his head again, sliding his mouth further over his boyfriend's dick, then lifts up once more, tightening his lips so Manjoume gets a different contrast on the up stroke.

He keeps his tongue busy, playing along the sides of his boyfriend's shaft and pressing flat against the underside of his cock. Sometimes leaving it flush to his skin to add to that stimulation as he bobs his mouth on his dick. Despite Bakugou's aggression and impatience, he's content to take his time with this, exploring Manjoume's pleasure and body together.]

[Manjoume doesn't say it that often, but Bakugou has gotten really good at knowing how to make Manjoume feel good, and getting him to focus on the moment right now to feel all the different sensations here, whether it be the vibration of the other's noises against his skin, or the suction and stimulation of his lips and tongue on his most sensitive parts.

Normally he doesn't praise the other too much during the sex and saves such sentiments for after once he's sleepy and sated, because either it's easy to taunt the other about how doing so gives Bakugou an unnecessary ego trip... or because Bakugou has rendered him incapable of saying anything other than the other boy's name, which is practically a neon sign of how good the sex is even without him having to say anything else.

But this time he finds himself opening his mouth to speak suddenly while the other boy is still going down on him, in response to a particular brush of his tongue here.]

That's really--really good, mm. You're really good at this...

[No one's going to say Bakugou doesn't give whatever he's doing his all. Whether it's kicking someone's ass, completing a training mission, or sucking his boyfriend off, he won't settle for anything less than 100% success. And that includes leaving Manjoume a writhing, panting mess all over the bed as his mouth works every place he can find to make the other boy moan.

Bakugou would much prefer Manjoume's silence due to leaving him in a fucking breathless stupor than knowing his boyfriend's just holding his words to avoid stroking his ego... Guess he'll just have to work towards the former as he bobs up and down on his hips, tongue curling to press the tip firmly against his urethra tract and drag from root to head in one long, hard dig. Leaving him with just Manjoume's tip in his mouth, perfect or sucking on at different intensities while his tongue plays around his crown and flicks against the oozing slit.

Of course he's good at this. (He's had practice.) Bakugou pays attention to his boyfriend's reactions, going for repeats on any action that makes Manjoume arch, twist, cuss, or gasp. Or in this case, actually manage out some shaky words. He starts exploring the area that prompted the duelist's comment, tongue and teeth scraping and brushing in alternations to see which one cuts off his words.]

[Manjoume initially had a plan to try to keep up a litany of praise, like about how much he likes the feeling of Bakugou's... well, everything. The warmth of his mouth, the press of his teeth and tongue, the feel of his hair in our fingers...

But then Bakugou does something with his teeth and tongue at the crown, a momentary dig against the slit of his cock, and that cuts Manjoume off from opening his mouth again to spew random praise, instead giving a loud gasp that has him squirming momentarily in the other boy's hold. The head of his cock is very sensitive, to probably no one's surprise, but instead of the random praise he had intended to go for before, the words are an encouragement for--]

Th-that. Do that again.

[Bakugou doesn't really mind dirty talk in the bed (fluffy shit ticks him off) but half the reason is being able to tie Manjoume's tongue to knots with whatever he's doing right now and shut him the fuck up. Or at least get him struggling to find enough air for words as Bakugou makes out with him, sucks him off, fucks him, or whatever else they're doing

A low hum quakes through Manjoume's head, probably a dick-muffled laugh, when the other boy's gasp still his tongue. He spreads his hands over his boyfriend's body to feel that writhing twist all over the sheets, then sucks bodily on the top half of Manjoume's dick. Do it again, he says. In a minute. Bakugou bobs up and down, tongue slathering saliva along his shaft, just enough not doing it again to rankle his boyfriend's attitude-

-and then repeats the action the moment he feels Manjoume's going to bitch at him.]

[Damn, Bakugou really does have him pegged on that one, doesn't he? Because sure enough, as Bakugou initially takes his sweet ass time on the request--]

... Hey, did you not hear me, I sa--iiid, fuck!

[And then Bakugou is repeating that action from before Manjoume had been seeking after again, causing Manjoume to end his sentence on a swear. Just for that, he's tightened his grip on Bakugou's hair even harder than he had it before. And perhaps a tad spitefully, hopes it annoys the other boy doing so before Manjoume can potentially get laughed at again.

That said, he probably isn't going to last much longer at this rate. Despite bitching earlier about getting cum in his own hair, he wouldn't really be all that opposed to finishing on his boyfriend's face either if only to return the same favor of cleaning him up like Bakugou had done to him. But he'll let Bakugou decide here on that one whether he would prefer swallowing or not this time.]

[Should be pretty obvious by now that Bakugou never does something someone tells him to do. Not unless he's already doing it (which he'll yell about en route) or unless they somehow goad him into it via challenge, taunt, or whatever else. Manjoume telling him to get on with the blowjob? Ha! Like he's gonna fucking listen when he can get that reaction.

Fuck, Manjoume sounds good like that. He loves hearing him cuss, voice caught in the word and gasp as Bakugou mouths his dick in that special way again. Tongue moving, teeth grazing, cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucks on hi-]

Mgh!

[Ow! That one hurt. Dragging on his hair hard enough to make the blonde's shoulders hunch and his dick bob against the bed. Good thing Manjoume can't see the second reaction. Bastard. But lucky for the duelist, Bakugou's patience is also limited, and he starts actively going down on his boyfriend in a more deliberate and powerful attempt.

Head bobbing up and down, hands gripping Manjoume's hips and thighs, occasionally popping off to suck and lick along his shaft and head. Kind of making a bit of a mess of his own mouth and his boyfriend's dick and balls. If he's aware he has a choice in the location of Manjoume's climax, he seems distracted enough not to really give it thought.]</small

[Manjoume is definitely not in a great position to see that particular reaction Bakugou had to the hair pulling. But he can easily assume that the other liked it since he proceeds to go down on Manjoume even harder than before, causing Manjoume's responding gasp to come out as a much higher-sounding whine.

It's not long at all, just a few more licks and sucks against his cock and, when Bakugou's hands grip into Manjoume's hips tight enough to nearly lift them up off the sheets to meet his waiting mouth, Manjoume's fingers tighten again in Bakugou's hair as he comes, unable to hold back any longer. He doesn't really pay attention yet to whether or not it actually ended up in said waiting mouth though, hands letting go of the sheets and Bakugou's hair as he goes loose-limbed for a moment to catch his breath.]

[Good. There'd probably be some commentary going on if Manjoume found out Bakugou got a damn dick twitch when his hair was yanked. Dammit! Don't assume that's the reason he increased his pace! He just wants his boyfriend to come and hear his voice when he does so! At least he gets that successfully, ears warming with the sound of Manjoume's whining noises. Fuck he likes it when his boyfriend comes undone like that.

Tightening his grip on Manjoume's thighs, Bakugou doesn't drop his head and impale his mouth on his boyfriend's dick. No, he actively hauls the other boy's waist and ass right off the bed and shoves Manjoume's cock straight into his mouth. The duelist's head plunges into his throat as Bakugou deepthroats him, taking the first two pulses of his orgasm straight down his gullet. Before dropping his hips enough to take the rest of Manjoume's climax in his mouth. Feels it splatter against his tongue and coat his palate before Bakugou swallows the mouthful or two.]

[Once Manjoume has enough breath to speak again, his gaze finally lifts up to look at his boyfriend's proper. That shouldn't be hot, he thinks, but he still feels a slight shiver as he watches Bakugou swallow.]

Damn... [There's a pause, before he sighs.] I stand corrected, then.

[He can concede that Bakugou did in fact prove himself here, despite his challenging the other boy's skills beforehand. Not that he's really all that surprised. It's not the first time they've done this song and dance, but it still makes something low in his gut burn when he's with Bakugou. Enough to want it more and more no matter how often they do this.]

[Fuck... Let him... have a few seconds to get his damn brain back in his head. Bakugou slowly draws his mouth off of Manjoue's dick, deliberately sliding his lips along his skin and pressing his tongue flat to the underside so his boyfriend can see him licking the entire length of his cock. Before finally pulling off with a soft "haa" of satisfaction and victory.

Kinda hard to pull off smug with a sex-flushed face, but Bakugou's doing it, smirking despite his red face and glistening mouth. All because Manjoume admits to being corrected.]

Told you, bastard. [Even if they knew the outcome already (this isn't their first BJ trade), Bakugou loves the challenge and win. He runs his hands over Manjoume's thighs, going from hip to knee, before abruptly cupping his boyfriend under his knees and heaving his legs up into the air. High enough the duelist's ass is curled clean off the bed.] Not done with you yet.

Hah?

[Manjoume almost flails a little at the sudden lift of his legs and ass right up off the bed here, leaving him having to brace himself a bit here with his arms and shoulders that's still pressed against the bed.

... But he would absolutely be lying if he said his dick doesn't take a very keen interest in this display of strength and seeing what Bakugou is planning to do next, twitching against his stomach already despite having just cum a moment ago.]

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