thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

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.

[At least the devil horns were a little cool... Ojama stylings, not so much.]

Mmm, sounds good then. I don't know if there's anything on right now that's worth watching, but you can also use the TV if you want to.

[Or more likely, they'll end up watching whatever on their phones if they feel like it. But Manjoume is a bit more partial to the simply lounging idea, especially after... well, you know. Bakugou may have given him shit earlier for being "like a damn koala" that one time they just lied down and cuddled, but that's not really going to stop Manjoume from doing it again if the mood strikes. Though, maybe not Koala levels of cuddling so much as just borrowing his boyfriend's shoulder to use as a pillow for a little while.]

[Manjoume has enough hair to make devil horns impressive. Bakugou might've modeled them off some YuGiOh monsters because he could. And look, he had to do an Ojama thing once.]

Most of the news already ended. It's reruns and predictions now.

[Bakugou keeps up with the news due to heroics, but once a certain time of night hits, there's no point in watching. He'd just end up getting pissed or (won't admit it) worried about something he can't change. Odds are he'll still do something related to his hero life while lying beside his boyfriend. New gear, Jeanist's new line of support, check in on that hold-up at the mall earlier. Shit like that. Being graduated and all means they doesn't exactly have schoolwork now.

And Manjoume's welcome to lean on him like that.]</small

Ahhh, I see.

[A pause, as Manjoume hums in thought.]

I don't remember if there's any dueling events being shown tonight, new or old, to suggest either... geez, these days the good stuff to watch is just all on the internet, huh.

[But then, his attention returns to his hair as he brings a hand up to check his fringe, and sighs with relief when it feels sufficiently washed as well as no signs of their, ah... earlier activities when Manjoume was blowing his boyfriend.]

Thanks. I can turn around and wash your hair too, if you want after you're done with me.

The television hooks up to the internet. It's the same thing.

[Whether you wanna throw your smartphone or computer onto the TV or just jump right on through the smart capabilities of the TV itself. Fucking insane actually. Though Manjoume's right in that the internet is usually more relevant and/or easier to search than the television to find something you want to watch.]

The Synchro Station's supposed to be getting up sometime this month.

[With all the different Summoning aspects of Duel Monsters and the continued evolution of archetypes and such, specified channels are becoming a thing to help people who want to focus on one or the other, competing with internet-based media with the same thought process.

Yeah, he already got the spunk out of your hair, babe. As soon as Manjoume mentions turning around, Bakugou dumps the entire shower bucket of water over his head. Deluge. Better than cupping water one handful at a time or bluntly pushing his boyfriend under the surface.]

What'd you say?

[WOW, RUDE!! Manjoume sputters for a second again, before he soon turns to glare at Bakugou over his shoulder here.]

I was gonna offer to wash your hair too, but you know what, now you can just do it yourself!

[HMPH]

[RUDE?! How else do you rinse your hair off in a bath? One dainty handful at a time? Bakugou tilts his head to the side slightly when Manjoume rounds on him to yell. Already expected that reaction. He doesn't even blink.

Just leans forward and kisses him full on the grumpy mouth. Sexy guy all drenched and dripping water, glaring at him. How's he not supposed to kiss him?]

[Any thing that Manjoume perceives as an annoyance or an attempt to keep him from saying something, no matter what it is, is considered rude in his eyes, let's be honest here. As such, Manjoume can be felt scowling against his mouth here for a beat or two, before he seems to cave and allow his boyfriend to kiss him for a moment. Damn Bakugou for being a good kisser and almost distracting him...

... Well, almost being the key word here, as he does lean back a bit after a few seconds to reach a hand up, and proceed to pinch his boyfriend's cheek. Not hard enough with the actual intention to bruise, but certainly enough to be registered as more than likely annoying.]

[Good thing he made that clear, because Bakugou is definitely a rude bastard who has said "shut up" to his boyfriend a billion times over the years of knowing him. Granted it's nowhere near as common now that they actually like each other. But that's what makes kissing Manjoume right now so fun; he knows the other boy's going to be torn between enjoying the kiss and bristling because he got shut up by it. Feels it in the scowl-turn-to-kiss against his mouth.

The kiss breaks a few seconds later and Bakugou's eyes seem to dare Manjoume to just try something now. Which... he does. Because he's Manjoume. Pinching his cheek. Cause that's such a worthwhile retort.]

Want me to dump another one on you?

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