thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.]

[That gets a slightly embarrassed fluster in response; he had definitely been begging, but his pride doesn't like actually calling it that when he's the one doing it, so--]

I was not begging, I--

[But then Bakugou is pulling him down, straight onto his cock instead of merely just pushing or even thrusting in, and it suddenly stops being important clarifying whatever the fuck Manjoume had been about to claim instead. His hands quickly fly up to grasp at Bakugou's shoulders as he opens his mouth, a startled gasp almost caught in his throat as he's forced to just take his boyfriend all at once rather than being slowly given an inch or few at a time. It's surprisingly a little overwhelming for a second, in comparison to the fingering from just a moment ago.

But, it's a good sense of overwhelming, and so he relaxes and accepts the pull downward, letting go of that breath before it can get caught in his chest and cause him to tense up. Once Bakugou has completely bottomed out, Manjoume gives a drawn out sigh in relief at finally having him right where he wants him, his hands grasping at Bakugou's shoulders even going loose and soft instead of digging his nails in as hard as he had been before.

Sorry about that, but also not really that sorry as he's pretty sure that Bakugou will let him get away with leaving scratches behind. It wouldn't be the first time, anyway.]

[Some people say opposites attract. And some people end up dating someone who's similar to them. Apparently the latter's the one Bakugou and Manjoume fall into. Pride issues with both of them. Because of course neither of them beg for anything.]

Certainly feels like you are.

[Bakugou's eyes lid and he grits his teeth in pleasure. Fuck, Manjoume's clenching around him in all the right places. Maybe he should've gone in slower, but... fuck no. Muscles bunch under Bakugou's shoulders as he leans forward into his boyfriend's hands, breath coming out in a heated groan. Hot and wet, not tight so much as snug, wrapping around his head and shaft each inch slid inside him. The sensations aren't all; his boyfriend's voice... fuck. And the expression on his face from taking it all in at once rather than a slow penetration. Usually Bakugou's gentler with Manjoume, but sometimes he likes pushing his buttons.]

Good boy. [He grins down at his duelist, knowing the tease is going to get a reaction. Hands slide down, smoothing over Manjoume's shoulder to his elbow, the other wandering from his hips to the side of his thigh as Bakugou pulls his boyfriend's leg over his thigh and around his hip. Manjoume's going to leave a few crescents on his skin from where those blunt nails dug in, but that's never been a problem for him. Bakugou gives a gentle grind, not drawing out and unable to push in any deeper without really going harder at him. Or changing positions...] You really wanted it, huh...

[As much as he finds it embarrassing having it pointed out to him whenever he's resorted to begging, there's an undeniable little hitch he gets in his chest at "good boy" and other similar praise. One that has him shiver, trying to grind downward against Bakugou despite the other boy already being so deep in an attempt to get him to say it again, reaching again to pull him down to tempt him to say it again against Manjoume's lips next when he seeks out a kiss.

... Yeah. He really wanted this. No sense in pretending otherwise at this point. Nor does he really have the words anymore to try to do so, anyway.]

[He notices the way Manjoume reacts to that little praise, especially how he presses downward and tries to get even more of his dick inside him. Sometimes it's fucking annoying that he can't get any further inside. Instead, Bakugou clenches his abs and twitches his cock, causing it to jump and throb within the clenching grip of his boyfriend's hole. Those arms wrap around his shoulders and Bakugou drops down, bending over Manjoume as he cradles his hips between his thighs. Fingers smooth over the duelist's legs, tracing thighs to knees down his shins to guide his legs around his waist. Knowing Manjoume wants this so much makes it even better. With another roll of his hips, Bakugou starts rutting against the other boy's ass, not thrusting just yet.]

Good boy. [Husked against his lips in a heated breath that rumbles along his skin, soon followed by teeth nipping and playing.]

[Yes, good. That's exactly what he wanted, and Manjoume shows his appreciation by rewarding the other boy with a pleased hum against the other's lips and teeth, his hands slipping to hold Bakugou's face with something like reverence once they pull apart briefly from kissing and biting at one another.

Despite the amount of bitching Manjoume does sometimes, he is reminded again of how lucky he really is to have Bakugou. Even just for these brief moments of getting to look up at his face, and seeing just how much pleasure they're in, that Bakugou is happy because of Manjoume here. He assumes that Bakugou likely thinks the same when looking at Manjoume's face too, and takes pride in being the only person who can have Manjoume like this.

But instead of saying anything too cheesy about how much he likes Bakugou or even his face right now, instead he says--]

You can... you can move, go harder now, you know...

[It's a lewd kiss, breaking it leaves a shimmering strand of liquid between their lips for a few seconds before it finally snaps amid their panting breaths. Bakugou's face heats up in arousal and slight embarrassment when Manjoume captures his head between his hands like that. Bastard's gonna make him feel mushy with that kind of expression.

He's used to his boyfriend's bitching, just like Manjoume's used to Bakugou's explosive attitude. But he likes it, that fiery and pride the other boy exudes, how he's not someone to take it rolling over, but stand right up to him and give shit back. At the same time, he's not stupid to what he has, and the stupid amount of affection and attraction in his eyes is pretty clear when Manjoume looks up into his ruby gaze. Tch, he really does love this guy.

And fuck yes Bakugou's proud of having Manjoume as his boyfriend. Someone glared at him when he walked past with the duelist beside him and it felt amazing. Flicked them off, of course, but you know, rude bitch.

As soon as Manjoume gives him the gentle spur of the reins, Bakugou braces his hands and feet, then pushes forward again, harder, faster, picking up the pace until he has his boyfriend's hips lifted from the bed and his legs bouncing around his waist in the air.]

Fuck. You're so greedy... Trying to swallow me in even more.

Hah...!

[It's both a gasp and a huffed out laugh in response to Bakugou's words. What can he say, when he wants something, he wants all of it. And Manjoume certainly wants all of Bakugou that he can get here.

And Bakugou is certainly willing to give it to him, lifting him nearly halfway off the bed from the force of his thrusting, leaving Manjoume's hands to fall back and cling to the sheets and pillow under his head just to have something to hold onto here. The pleasure is bordering dangerously close to painful here, and while a part of him knows he's definitely going to feel this later and be sore for a while, another part of him can't bring himself to regret it in this exact moment. He will save the inevitable bitching about this for future Manjoume to care about.

Regardless, Manjoume isn't going to last for much longer at this rate, and it shows in the way he can barely even speak anymore in his attempt to let the other boy know, one of his hands flapping a bit uselessly in a gesture to accompany it.]

G... I'm... nnn...

[Bakugou's giving him everything he can (outside of something really abusive, or putting his explosions to use), driving into Manjoume over and over and basking in the amazing sensation of just how tight his boyfriend's squeezing around him.

Fuck, his breath comes hotter as Bakugou runs his eyes across Manjoume's body as he splays out below him. Fingers digging into the sheets and grabbing at the pillow since he now longer has a grip on the hero's sweat-slick body. There's something so fucking beautiful at seeing the duelist writhing in the throes of his pleasure, legs bouncing in the air around Bakugou's ribs and shoulders with every thrust. Yeah, he'll feel this in the morning, but it's impossible to stop the motion of his hips as Bakugou thrusts in and out of his tightening channel. Even the little details, like the whippy little slap of Manjoume's bangs and hair tufts against the bed each time he tosses his head back and forth, are branding themselves in his mind.

Yeah, there's no way Bakugou would mistake that broken voice trying to pant out half-made words as anything other than Manjoume riding the edge of his climax. He slides his hand along the duelist's thigh, cups it under his boyfriend's knee, and then heaves up, throwing Manjoume's leg over his own shoulder to let him hook it there.

Just so Bakugou can reach down and close his hand around his boyfriend's arousal, fingers kneading at his shaft and tough-skinned palm pressing along the underside of his dick. He starts stroking him slowly, up and down, but deliberately tightens his grip to prevent Manjoume from coming just yet.] Say... haa- nghaa... say my name... Manjoume...

[Manjoume gives an unintentional, needy sort of whine at the manhandling, and at Bakugou's tightened grip. But, rather than complain, he decides he's nothing if not accommodating to his boyfriend's request: the other boy has certainly earned it by now.]

B... [A pause, as he swallows, tries to gather himself so that he can be heard more clearly, a little louder with more intent in it.] Katsuki... Katsuki...

[Once he starts, he keeps going, even with the occasional stutter due to their movement and his jittery nerves: Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki. A name with the characters for "victory", "to win"... it's a fitting name, really. Bakugou Katsuki has certainly won when it comes to getting Manjoume Jun to fall apart under him, for him.

Manjoume doesn't use his boyfriend's first name very often, despite the fact that they're dating, but he'll use it now, as it feels like the right time to do so. He'll repeat the other's first name as many times as he wants to hear it, if it'll get him to finally let go here.]

[He really shouldn't torment his boyfriend like this, but there's something so attractive about seeing Manjoume with his pride and inhibitions shot to shit under Bakugou's hands. He sweeps his thumb over the leaking head, smearing precum around his boyfriend's sensitive tip. Didn't think he'd get a complaint at this stage (might get fussed at later for it) and he's more than proud to have earned what spills out of Manjoume's mouth.

Katsuki. Not his family name, but his given name. So intimate and personal, spurring him on even more as he braces his feet against the bed and picks up the pace, really slamming into his boyfriend with all the intent of making it difficult as fuck for Manjoume to get out those demanded names around his panting breaths and pleasure.

He asked for a name, yet his duelist is intent on giving him many. He presses forward, encouraging Manjoume to keep going, using his body and his voice to bring them both to that ultimate finish. Over and over, until finally that climax they're gunning for suddenly arrives. Bakugou surges forward, throws his hips flush against Manjoume's, grasps his shoulder and upper arm with his hands, and grunts out a thick shout of-] Jun!

[-before exploding hard. Thickening inside him as he releases all over his walls, painting him with one throbbing stream of heat after another. Manjoume dragged it right out him and Bakugou's giving him every damn drop asked for. Until he's so full it's go nowhere to go but breaching out around their union and oozing down his boyfriend's uplifted hips.

Mercifully, Bakugou lets Manjoume's dick go as soon as he starts to come, encouraging him to climax with him.]

[Sure enough, once Bakugou lets go of Manjoume's cock, he comes too, spilling hard enough that it hits his chest and spilling over his thighs still hanging in the air, albeit looser as Manjoume goes a bit limp at the release of that building tension. The moaning sigh that spills out of his mouth is one of relief, at finally being allowed to go over that edge that they had been building each other towards.

His hands let go of the sheets and pillow he had been grabbing on to, legs slowly untangle from where they had been crossed behind Bakugou's back in an effort to help the other boy keep his legs tight around their hips. He doesn't make to pull away from Bakugou though, or even tell him to pull out already, he instead moves his hands from where they had been before so that he can reach up and grab for his boyfriend's face, tugging on it gently to get him to come down here to meet him here for a kiss.

It's much softer than the kissing they were doing during, but that tends to be no surprise when it comes to Manjoume. Now that he's more or less sated, loose-limbed and happy, he tends to be more affectionate in things like this, at least until he has something to complain about again.]

[The only damn part about orgasming at the same time is it's harder to watch his boyfriend in the throes of his passion while his own are wracking his body and trying to drag his eyes shut. Bakugou manages to pry them open enough to see Manjoume spill all over himself, getting a damn kick in the ego and pleasure gland at just how far he splatters his release. He tightens his grip around his boyfriend's shoulders, holding onto him and nudging his shoulder under one of Manjoume's knees to prevent his leg from slipping off and slapping down on the bed post-coitus.

Feeling his legs loosening their grip, Bakugou eases one hand off his duelist's shoulder and reaches back to caress under his thigh, helping guide Manjoume's legs around his hips again in a warm wrap. Before getting distracted by a pair of hands clapping his face within them and pulling him down. He goes without resistance, strong chest and stomach melding against his boyfriend's as Bakugou meets Manjoume's mouth in a warm, tired kiss. It feels good, the way they're pressed together, limbs wrapped and touching each other, still connected so intimately...

Soft kisses are fine in these moments as the afterglow settles in. Manjoume can get away with being affectionate to Bakugou for a little while. Before the grouch comes back out. Always a toss up as to who's going to shake the glow off first and bitch about something. Bakugou threads his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, combing the thick, lush spikes of dark grey. Tch, Manjoume's hair might be ridiculous, but it feels amazing.]

[Manjoume snuggles further into his boyfriend's touch--luckily for Bakugou, Manjoume enjoys it when his hair is being combed or petted at. The action is soothing, and it helps in making him feel more at ease in the afterglow, or even during those moments when they haven't been having sex and are just lying down together trying to go to sleep or the like.

Though, he doesn't allow himself to drift off, despite the temptation to do so after the orgasm high has crested back downward into satisfied exhaustion. He still needs to get a shower or something, especially after their activities, and he's hungry. The latter of which ends up being the thought that has him suddenly break their comfortable silence here.]

You're still going to make something, right?

[He has not forgotten that he had also been promised food when Bakugou said he was coming over today.]

[Bakugou's been known to mess with Manjoume's hair in the bath... makes it into horns or a volcano. Rare, but it happens and he gets a smirk out of it while his boyfriend fumes. Or whatever. Wets it down after he's done with the masterpiece. Other times it's cold weather fireplace moments, fingers playing through Manjoume's hair absentmindedly as Bakugou reads, or the rare instances the blonde's ragged from a mission and needs to rest, finding comfort in the mundane action as he lies beside his boyfriend.

Red eyes slide open when the afterglow is broken by a reminder. Right. That other reason he came over here. Bakugou mutters something under his breath that isn't understandable, pushed as it is against Manjoume's shoulder, but it prompts the young hero to finally start lifting himself. Skin peeling off skin in a hot, slick pull as their bodies separate. Not extricating himself from the duelist just yet; he's not ready for that uncomfortable sensation.]

What're you in the mood for? [Unless Manjoume's gonna give him carte blanche.]

[Manjoume hums in thought at the question. He too doesn't really move or shift too much where he's lying here, simply adjusting in a manner that allows him to actually look at his boyfriend's face while they talk about dinner.]

You suggested bringing stuff for spring rolls, so I'm still amendable to that idea... unless there's something else you want instead? I'm not really feeling that picky right now, so I'm fine with whatever you want to eat.

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