thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.]

[That was completely worth it. Bakugou smirks down at his boyfriend when Manjoume slaps his hands and arms against the bed to try and brace himself as the blonde takes his legs hostage. No way the duelist could hide his reaction either, not with his dick jumping like that against his stomach.]

You like getting manhandled, huh. [Is that a surprise to either of them? Fuck no. Bakugou leans down, lips finding the inside of one of Manjoume's thighs, and he skims his mouth from the smooth spans to the seam between leg and hip. A flick of his tongue traces the soft crease before he lazily runs the muscle behind Manjoume's sac and licks along his perineum. Gonna take his time with this spot, just to feel him squirm and kick a little.]

Shut up.

[He does indeed kick his foot against Bakugou's back where his legs have ended up over the other boy's shoulders, since that's the only real way he has to retaliate against his boyfriend aside from words.

But the following squirms and lighter kicks that he does is because he does in fact like the manhandling, a lot. As well as the feel of Bakugou's tongue and lips against the softer skin of his inner thigh, and--ah. A low groan spills from his lips when the other boy starts going further past that, tho he proceeds to flap a hand somewhere to the right of them as a reminder--]

Lube. Second drawer next to the bed.

Ow. [In a sarcastic, amused voice that indicates that didn't hurt at all. But in revenge, he makes it even more embarrassing and shoves his boyfriend's legs apart, cupping his hands under Manjoume's thighs to support his limbs instead. Opens him up nicely in front of him and makes getting his mouth down where he wants even easier.

Yeah, he knows Manjoume likes the wrangling. Bakugou traces his tongue along his perineum again, dragging the flat of it from the very base of his hole towards the back of his sac, leaving the entire area glistening with saliva soon enough. There's a hot puff of breath -- "Heh" -- when Manjoume slaps his hand around on the bed in indication.] Uh-huh. I'll get to that later. [When he's not busy sliding his tongue between his boyfriend's spread cheeks and brazenly licking over the puckered rim not-so-hidden there.]

[The responding gasp Bakugou gets in response is as if he's been sucker-punched right in the chest here, and for a few seconds there's nothing stopping Bakugou from doing as he pleases as he attempts to adjust to the sensation.

It's so strange, having someone's tongue, let alone Bakugou's in that spot, but damn if it ain't doing something for that fluttery feeling in his lower belly...

But then, he's flapping that hand at Bakugou soon enough to say--]

Lube, now.

[If you don't start getting fingers or something in your bossy boyfriend soon, he is going to bitch about it, apparently.]

[Keep stroking his ego. His eyes lid, some of that sass oozing off into a more lust-glazed pleasure as he focuses on his task. Bakugou traces his tongue along Manjoume's hole, dragging the tip around the ring and lazily probing at the clenching center. He likes the feeling of his boyfriend's legs in his hand, likes the way his body responds tangibly and visibly. A simple lift of his eyes gets to watch Manjoume's balls drawing around in his sac and his dick twitching above his curled stomach.

It's stupid how attractive he finds this guy, but here he is. Fucking attractive. Bakugou utters a distracted "heeh?" not even bothering to bring his tongue back in his mouth as he looks "up" (or down, technically) towards his boyfriend's face.]

Tch, bossy bitch...

[But he leans to the side, throwing one of Manjoume's legs over his shoulder and back to keep him secure while his hand can grab at the nightstand drawer and wrench it open. Lube lube lube... there it is. Bakugou grabs it and pulls back onto the bed, settling on his knees again.]

Here.

[He tosses the bottle up to his boyfriend's head. And promptly gets back to work between his ass cheeks.]

[Manjoume manages to catch the bottle before it can potentially smack him in the face here, only to just barely refrain from dropping it anyway when Bakugou decides to just go right back to what he was doing before.

This fucking jerk... not that he doesn't like the treatment, his hard dick is obvious of that, but for fucks sake--]

That was supposed to be an indication that I'd be very, very open to more than just your tongue right now, you ass...

[He didn't tell him to stop doing what he was doing. Just interrupt it for a stupid reason. Especially since he's already lubing Manjoume up. With his tongue and saliva. Not as great as actual lube, but you know what, fuck it. It's worth the experience to see the way his boyfriend reacts.

Obviously Manjoume likes the treatment, considering the look on his face, how his dick and balls are moving, and those first few drops of precum starting to bead up and spindle down towards his chest.]

I'm not blind, idiot. I can see just how fucking open you are. [Bakugou shoves his mouth flush against his boyfriend's ass and deliberately plunges his tongue inside. It's a bit of a force at first, but soon he's got it in and wriggling it around in that clenching tunnel. Yeah yeah, he'll get to his fingers in a bit; right now his hands are busy supporting those long legs.]

For fuck's sa--ake...

[Now Manjoume actually does flail a little here, even holding up the bottle of lube like it's supposed to be a threat equivalent to a baseball bat here.]

I swear if you don't start using this and your fingers instead already, I'm going to shove you over and do the goddamn work myself!

What'd you say?

[Bakugou has to pull his tongue out to ask that question, though he knows full well what Manjoume oozed out of his mouth. He catches the lube bottle out the corner of his eye and takes his boyfriend's tone and words as serious enough threat to act on it. A quick lick and he gently eases Manjoume's hips down to his lap, setting his legs down around his waist in the process.]

As if I'd let you steal my fun.

[Though watching Manjoume finger himself wasn't a bad idea at all, Bakugou's selfish when it comes to his boyfriend. He takes the lube bottle and pops the cap with his thumb, then spurts some onto his palm before capping it again and dropping the item. A few fisting mushes and kneads with his fingers and he traces his middle finger (duh) between Manjoume's cheeks and over his hole, probing the tight muscle once or twice.]

Damn, you're really eager tonight. [Bakugou pushes his finger inside with a smooth, curving motion, twisting his hand gently as he works the now-slick digit through his boyfriend's clenching tunnel.] Swallowing me already...

[ooc: hey hey, heads up gonna be slow for the weekend/next week due to family. if/when i wrangle out some time, i'll shoot responses to you over that period! <3]

Mmm...

[Manjoume almost considers just shoving Bakugou and taking over anyway, but then the other boy has taken the lube from him and finally giving him what he wants in the form of something that can reach his more sensitive spot deeper than his tongue, so for now he is appeased again once more. He gives an approving sigh, his toes curling behind Bakugou's back from where his legs have been set around his boyfriend's waist.]

Did you think I was joking... when I was saying that the wait for you to get over here was agonizing?

[Bakugou was in fact correct earlier during their text conversation when he said that Manjoume was already feeling some kind of way the second he had started making promises about "making sure he was on fire tonight"...]

[Not fast enough to enact that plan. Bakugou feels the relief in Manjoume's manner when he eases his finger inside his boyfriend's ass. It's wet and tight insides, squeezing around his skin in all the right places. Makes his dick instantly eager to replace the digit he's working further inside, but he shoves the urge down for now. It's nice seeing Manjoume's chest flush, hear his breath and words catch a bit, and feel the way his legs grip at his hips and his toes curl just shy of his skin.]

That your way of asking me to give it to you so hard tonight, you'll be tided over for a week? [He wouldn't complain about that either. Bakugou curls his finger inside his boyfriend, dragging the tip over Manjoume's prostate so as to not make him wait any longer. He avoids focusing on the bundle of nerves, rather just passing it occasionally as he feels around inside him every and stretches Manjoume out.]

I wouldn't call it asking... so much as a demand that you better make good on that promise.

[Not that he actually thinks Bakugou won't in fact do just that. Oh, how quickly Manjoume goes from bitching about how Bakugou doesn't need to be so rough all the time, to demanding that he better feel it for a week, especially now as he gasps and attempts to try to grind back onto his boyfriend's fingers to encourage him to go harder, faster with opening him up here.]

When've I not made good on my promise?

[Going to deliberately ignore that "demand" part as he continues to mess around inside his boyfriend's ass. It's not like it's been that long since they fucked last, but the sensation's amazing every single time. As Manjoume grinds his hips back onto his hand, Bakugou slides his finger back, forcing his boyfriend to chase it for an inch or two. Them presses the digit in harder, lightly "punching" his knuckles against the duelist's ass and giving him a few fast, long fucks. Before hilting himself inside to the knuckle again and deliberately stroking over his prostate a few times.]

[And now he's going to deliberately ignore that comment as Manjoume focuses instead on the sensations he's being dealt here. He gives Bakugou what he's seeking in the form of chasing after his fingers, and appreciative gasps when the other boy finally gives him what he wants in the form of attention to that sensitive spot inside of him.

Patience isn't one of Manjoume's best traits, however, and it isn't long before he's demanding for more again--]

Bakugou, come on... just fuck me already...

[Thing is, hearing Manjoume get demanding and desperate turns him on. There are times when he'll take all the reins and drive into his boyfriend, intending to fuck him breathless before he can even start bitching orders. But there are other times when he wants to hear how much Manjoume wants it. Listen to his breath hitch and that emphasis on his words that mean so much.

With a wet sound, Bakugou slides his fingers out of his boyfriend's body and uses a quick drizzle of lube and his own fingers to slick himself up. Then rocks forward onto his knees and lines himself with the other boy's body, probing at the tight clench his fingers had just been encouraging to loosen up.]

You sound good when you beg me.

[Hands settle on one side of those narrow hips, the other on Manjoume's shoulder, and instead of thrusting, Bakugou pulls, dragging his boyfriend down the bed and straight onto his dick, not stopping until the other boy's bottomed out on him.]

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