thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.

[Bakugou's got another few minutes in him before the cooling sweat and come start to get gross and uncomfortable. Then he'll bitch and move to get cleaned up.]

Spring rolls work. [Not much work outside of chopping ingredients, making the sauce, and rolling everything in the rice paper. Plus after their *ahem* workout, he could use something light and cool. Eating heavy would just kick off a food coma.]

Okay.

[There's a pause, before Manjoume makes to sit up, only to make a face as he regards himself here.]

When you get up, hand me a washcloth too, I'm starting to feel kind of sticky and gross now...

[Ah there it is, the usual bitching that comes with Manjoume after sex.]

[The little push is enough and Bakugou leans back, making a slight face as their bodies slide off each other with that annoying peeling sensation after being left to meld for a few minutes. He ease Manjoume's legs off from his waist to settle on the bed, arms and hands holding them to avoid dropping him with a thud.]

Starting to?

[That comes with a taunting scoff before Bakugou steels himself and then pulls out of his boyfriend. A short grunt slips between his teeth at the sudden jolt of pleasure and discomfort from that tight heat dragging along his shaft before being grabbed by comparatively-cooler air. But it's over and done, and soon enough he's swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

A minute later and 'flop' a washcloth lands on the bed beside Manjoume. The dry one. Bakugou hands him the damp one. Here you go, your highness.]

Shut up.

[Manjoume rolls his eyes, but there's no venom to his words. He does however wince again a bit when Bakugou pulls out, but is quick to accept the washcloth that's handed to him so that he can clean himself up here rather than continuing to deal with the mess any longer. He enjoys sex, but the after? Not as much sometimes, save for those occasional times when they decide to go hit the showers together.]

Thanks.

[He didn't expect any venom. They're similar in the post-sex feelings. Sometimes willing to rest in the mess until they end up getting pissed at the drying sweat and semen and how uncomfortable it feels. A shower together after has never been a negative experience. Bakugou uses a washcloth for himself as well, wiping at his neck and chest before going lower. He grunts in response to Manjoume's thanks, good enough for an answer.]

I'm gonna grab a rinse off before I cook. [Considering where his fingers have been, he's not just going to stick his hands under the faucet. And pulling on some clothes after this pat dry is not happening.]

Mm, good idea. [A pause, as he regards himself here for a second.] I'll see about potentially grabbing one myself after you're done.

[But he kind of uh... needs a minute or three to regain some feeling in the lower half of his legs. He did end up encouraging Bakugou to rail him as hard as possible, after all, so he's still feeling pretty sore.]

Heh. You wanted it hard. [Bakugou looks and sounds real proud of himself for doing exactly what he'd promised over the text. Manjoume's gonna feel that for a while, if not wake up tomorrow with his lower back and ass killing him.] I'll be back.

[And he is, in a few minutes actually. Not because he showered but because-] I've got a bath running.

[Guess it's not a bad idea for them to soak together in the tub. Neither of them are completely starving.]

[Manjoume looks like he wants to say something to that, but then he huffs and looks away at that comment instead. No point in denying or pretending like he didn't ask for this with some snarky backhand remark... Bakugou deserves to sound the way he does about it, just this once.

But, then Bakugou is returning much quicker than Manjoume had thought the other boy would, and... oh. How thoughtful of him.]

Oh... in that case, help me up then.

[He certainly isn't going to turn down the chance for a soak together if it's on the table here.]

[Good thing he didn't because Bakugou would've thrown something else at him. As it is, he's free to go get the bath started and then enjoy some internal satisfaction when he came back and Manjoume reacts way he does. What, did he think he'd up and abandon him? ... Yes, because Bakugou has certainly left Manjoume to recuperate after a fuck while he went and showered. (Then usually cleaned up the room while his boyfriend was washing off after him.)

No such intent this time.]

Need me to carry you? [He smirks down at his duelist before ducking and looping one of Manjoume's arms over his shoulders to help him stand up. Not gonna bridal style him to the bathroom.

... unless this prima donna makes a big deal out of wanting him to.]

That won't be necessary.

[Looks like Manjoume's (occasionally ridiculous) sense of pride has started coming back again. He isn't that helpless... but he does lean on his hero here so that he can stand and use Bakugou for support to walk to the bathroom together. He isn't going to completely reject the offer for help, at least.]

Good.

[Cause he wouldn't. Bakugou's not stranger to ridiculous pride, refusing to let Midoriya help his injured ass out of a crumbling building... until he was good and ready and demanded Midoriya be his crutch because Bakugou told him to do so. Petty bastard. (Really did need the support cause his leg was fucked up badly.)

Not the case now as he walks beside his boyfriend, hand cupping one wrist and the other arm lazily looped around Manjoume's shoulders. The stiff walking doesn't go unnoticed either.]

Zombie.

[*snirk*]

Shut up...

[Manjoume attempts to elbow him here a little--only to very quickly regret that attempt as it very nearly causes him to lose his footing here for a second, but thankfully the other boy's grip on him keeps that from actually happening and he rights himself quickly once more.]

Ugh, let's just get in already.

Oy! You wanna drop us? [Bakugou swoops his other arm and moves his body to catch and rebalance them both to counter for the attempted elbowing, then straightens when Manjoume rights up. Brat. Must've really knocked his legs out if a simple elbow attempt could send him down. Heh. Stroke of the pride. He shoulders open the door and heads into the steamy bathroom. Tub's just about filled to the right amount.] Here.

[He'll help Manjoume in if he wants it.]

Sorry.

[He actually apologizes, just this once, for nearly causing them both to fall here, but otherwise not much else until he's gotten into the tub here and sighs in relief.]

Thanks. This is really nice.

[... It would be even nicer if his boyfriend was in here with him, as the expectant look he gives the other boy is probably easy to read.]

[Apologize all he wants, Manjoume knows Bakugou will catch him whenever he falls. You know, if he's there. The blonde keeps an eye on him as he gets in the tub, making sure he's not going to "fuck this" when trying to sit down on the tub floor. Really went hard on him...]

Yeah, yeah. [He knows what that look means. Don't be so fucking impatient; he was making sure you could sit down, idiot. Wasn't gonna get in if Manjoume decided he had to kneel or whatever. Once his boyfriend's settled, then Bakugou gets in, slipping down behind his duelist and flanking his legs with his own.

It's not often Bakugou sits bitch with Manjoume... of his own accord that is.] We should go to the hot spring again.

Mm, yeah. That would be good, next time we both have vacation days for it.

[There's a pause as he leans back here against Bakugou, and for a moment he closes his eyes and is quiet, enjoying the peaceful moment they're able to have here regardless.

... At least, until he suddenly opens his eyes again and frowns (pouts, more like), realizing something.]

You threw me off my plans to try to ride you into the bed myself like I said I would.

[Jesus Christ Manjoume, of all the things to bring up here.]

Yeah. [Bakugou rests one arm over the side of the tub, the other one casually draped around Manjoume's ribs under his arm, hand resting on his stomach. The quietness and steam offer a gentle reprieve from everything going on in their lives right now, just them in the moment. It's pleasant.

Good thing he's not able to see that frowning pout. It'd be even more amusing that hearing it in Manjoume's voice. Bakugou scoffs at his boyfriend's protest and turns his head to bite at a pale ear.] But I railed you so hard your legs went numb, like I said I would.

[Gonna have to put more of that "top" energy out if you wanna do that, Manjoume.]

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