thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.]

Yeah, you did.

[Manjoume's face turns red from the words and bite to his ear. For a moment, he almost considers just turning right around and going for it, right here, right now. Consequences be damned.

But then he shifts one of his legs in front of him here where he's sitting, and frowns at the resulting wince he still gets. Hrm. The wiser thing would probably be to just save that idea for next time...]

[He doesn't even have to see Manjoume's face to know he's getting flustered. Bakugou can feel his ear heating up against his lips as his teeth mess with the shell. It's not that he doesn't think his boyfriend could round on him.

But he's pretty sure the duelist won't. When Manjoume shifts his leg, Bakugou lazily hooks his ankle over the top of the other boy's, letting their limbs rest together. He leaves the guy's ear alone for now and cups some water in his hand to start rubbing on his boyfriend's shoulder.]

[Oh, that shoulder rub feels nice... Manjoume ends up relaxing again instead of acting on that previous thought of trying to one up Bakugou somehow, leaning closer to the other's touches.]

... I guess I'll let it slide. Just this once.

[Uh-huh, sure Manjoume.]

[Bakugou is in a much better position to deal with Manjoume trying to one up him. Something the duelist should take into account. But that shoulder rub might be a consolation prize, fingers running over Manjoume's shoulders and collarbones. He leans back when the other teen does, letting him settle against his chest.]

When the fuck do you let anything slide?

[Calling him out on that. Sure, he might not go after it right now, but Manjoume has a habit of coming back around to things.]

Hey, I'm perfectly capable of letting things go!

[Sometimes. When he feels like it.

... No, let's be real, he is probably coming back around to this the next time the mood strikes.]

When you feel like it.

[Bakugou does not think Manjoume feels like letting this one go forever. He cups some water again, adding a proper bathe to the massage wandering along Manjoume's nape and chest properly.]

Do you want me to change my mind here?

[Because if Bakugou keeps going on this subject, Manjoume will be seriously tempted to say "fuck it", and perhaps, do so literally right here in this tub despite the fact that they really should be trying to get clean right now.]

You could barely walk to the bath, idiot.

[Just a reminder of how hard he went on his boyfriend a while ago. Bakugou cups water again and dumps it on Manjoume's head, smoothing his hand down the side to follow the trail. Yeah, he might be verbally goading him (via verbal denials) but his hands continue to do what they should be doing right now: washing up.]

Yeah, well I--

[But then he sputters for a second as water is dumped on his head here now, Bakugou's hands smoothing his hands through his hair.

Maybe it's a bad idea to be talking right now while his boyfriend is doing him the favor of washing his hair here... but also, having Bakugou's hands there is nice, so he doesn't really want to move that much away from them, for now. As such, he finally just sighs and says--]

Whatever. We can pick this subject back up again later.

[When will "later" be in Manjoume's definition of time here? Who knows.]

Yeah, yeah. [They're probably not going to pick the topic up again until Manjoume's ready to try for a round at the top. Not going to be tonight, that's for sure. Bakugou takes the comment as the argument's closure and puts both hands to the task of washing Manjoume's hair properly. Water up, water down, moving from bath to that impressive style of black spikes. Over and over until the entire mass is wet and damp. Only then does he bother to get the shampoo and start working the lather into his boyfriend's hair. If it happens to get down on his neck and shoulders, well... blame Bakugou's occasionally wandering hands.]

[Manjoume sighs, leaning back against his boyfriend's chest here while he works at Manjoume's hair. There's not a lot he can do in his current position to reciprocate in some manner with helping Bakugou get washed up, not unless he turns around, but that might cause one of them to end up with soap in their eyes if he's not careful, so instead he sits still and complies with moving his head in whatever manner Bakugou needs him to in order to do a proper lather and rinse here.

After a moment, Manjoume speaks up again.]

Was there anything that you were wanting to do after we're done in here, and after we eat dinner?

[He's not being asked to reciprocate. The intent is for Manjoume to sit there and let his damn hair get washed. Sheesh. Don't always need some tit for some tat. Bakugou's annoyingly skilled with it like normal, thorough and efficient at the same time. Both a massage and a wash combine together, getting to the roots and not forgetting behind his ears, the nape of his neck, and the ends of his spikes. All without accidentally slapping his boyfriend in the face with a soapy fringe.

He resists the urge to mess with his hair though, having once made devil horns and another time styled Ojama eyes on his duelist's head. Some things never grow up completely.]

Depends on what time it is. If it's after 9, I'm just gonna lounge in your bed until you're ready to sleep.

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