thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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?

No. I want you to stop interrupting my attempts at reciprocating here--if you don't want me to wash your hair too, then just say so.

[He grumps, but he does let go of his boyfriend's face now and makes to face back the other away again like before, with a huff.]

Dumping water on my head when I was trying to speak was just being immature.

I didn't hear you say anything except "blub gurble blub" just now. [Just to be a shit. Bakugou wraps his arms around Manjoume and draws him back against his chest, chin resting on his shoulder. He runs one hand through the other boy's hair, working the suds out of it without dumping water on his head this time.] But if you want to, we're gonna have to change seats... or you're gonna have to turn around.

[Manjoume grumbles something unintelligible but undoubtedly grumpy for a moment when he's drawn back against his boyfriend's chest, but nonetheless relaxes into the touch, especially once the other boy begins to run his hand through Manjoume's hair.]

Hrm... I don't really want to get up and change seats, so I guess I'll just turn around to face you.

[But, he doesn't make any move to actually do that just yet. He's comfortable again now as he is, and besides, Bakugou can wait his damn turn now since he had to be an annoying shit even just letting Manjoume suggest the offer to reciprocate.]

[For as bitchy as Manjoume can get, Bakugou's aware of how to defuse him. The guy likes getting attention and he's kind of weak to touches. Probably comes from the experience of being a bomb himself, though he'd never admit to being so readily manageable by anyone.]

When I'm done.

[Getting Manjoume to admit he wanted to reciprocate the gesture was an endgame goal the entire time. Bakugou starts working his fingers from one hand and cupped water in the other through his boyfriend's hair to finish rinsing the soap out of it. One bucket isn't going to entirely flush out the thick spikes.]

[It's true, Manjoume likes attention and praise, but he tends to get very tsundere when it's pointed out to him how he softens up to the touches and compliments that come with it. He's still got his pride to defend, as Bakugou can likely sympathize with given his own personality.]

Mm, fine. Let me know when you're okay with having me work on your hair next.

[But otherwise, he will stay put and let Bakugou do as he pleases, leaning into the fingers that comb through his hair with a soft sigh of content when his fingers brush against his scalp in just the right way. As long as Bakugou doesn't dump a bucket of water over his head again without warning, then he will stop being grumpy. For now, anyway.]

[That's why Bakugou's not pointing it out, just using it to his advantage. Then again, there are times when Bakugou doesn't want Manjoume softening up when he touches him... Heh. But he'll let his boyfriend keep his pride as they settle in the tub like some stupid romantic couple missing rose petals or a bath bomb.]

Damn, impatient.

[Someone's eager to give repayment. He's not grouching over it though, simply messing with Manjoume's hair to get him clean and rinsed. Once he's done with that, including some finger combing to keep his spikes all nice and droopy rather than slicked in some deinitely-not-Manjoume style, he leans back to give the duelist free roam.]

Done.

[Hey, Manjoume might be a sucker for romantic shit but even a bath bomb would be too much here.

Once he's been given the go ahead, Manjoume carefully sits up and turns around in a way to keep from elbowing Bakugou in the face or chest here so that he can face him properly here. Once he does, there's a pause before Manjoume reaches a hand out to brush Bakugou's bangs from his face here, soon accompanied by a closer lean in so that he can kiss his boyfriend proper here in lieu of the over the shoulder kiss they had a moment ago before he leans back again.]

Okay, now you can turn to face the other way, unless you're fine with staying facing me.

[Sure, there's a risk that facing Manjoume means he has to be more careful about avoiding any suds in his boyfriend's eyes, but Manjoume isn't that careless that he would let that happen easily while it's his turn to wash Bakugou's hair.]

[There's nothing that wrong about a bath bomb. It's pleasant and the water feels good... Makes a person sleepy in the good way.

Bakugou presses his back against the tub wall and his legs spread to give his boyfriend room to move and turn. Head twitching back to avoid that elbow to the face potential. It's a nice sight watching Manjoume turn around in the water like that, giving him a good view of his chest and stomach twisting, shoulders and thighs shifting, before settling over his lap again. Bakugou eyes him, lifting to his face as that hand brushes at his bangs. A soft breath escapes as Manjoume kisses him, enjoying the touch.]

I'll face you.

[He's not going to end up hanging over the back of the tub like some damn cat trying to get out of the bath. This is fine. He trusts Manjoume not to deliberately smack his eyes with soapy water. The guy's more talented than that.]

Unless that's too much for your dick.

[Smirk.]

[Manjoume gives him a look for that one--Bakugou better be glad that he's not going to give into provocation in the form of hitting him in the face with one of the washcloths or something.]

Shut up. In fact...

[He adjusts his legs and seating position a little here, a reminder that he is in a perfect position right now to, ah... tease his boyfriend here a fair bit while Manjoume is facing him, either with his hands or the movement of his hips here if he wanted to...]

I'd be more worried about your own dick, if I were you. Now be quiet for a minute so that I can focus on dealing with your hair.

[Except, he doesn't make good on his threat to tease--in fact, he ignores the lower half of Bakugou entirely, instead cupping some water in his hands to carefully begin dumping onto Bakugou's hair here, mindful about doing so in a way he isn't just splashing Bakugou in the face constantly. Once Bakugou's hair is damp and ready, then he will reach for the shampoo to lather into his boyfriend's hair, carefully threading and working his fingers through any potential knots he might come across.]

[He's not worried about getting smacked in the face. Manjoume already left himself open for that kind of shot and Bakugou's in a mood enough to enjoy the teasing, where he's normally pretty quiet. Rare mood.]

Hm?

[An ashen brow arches at the sudden adjusting, immediately calling out Manjoume (mentally) on doing so purposefully. Wasn't needed at all, but he's moving his legs and hips, trying to get a rise out of Bakugou. And it's not exactly ineffective... His boyfriend is attractive, naked, and straddling him.]

So scary.

[But he goes quiet with the retort, ducking his head slightly as Manjoume pours water atop it. Bakugou takes good care of his hair, and he's got some excellent genes. Those fingers working through the wild explosion of spikes sift through easily, causing some of them to break apart and split around Manjoume's fingertips before sliding back together when he passes. It feels good... and despite the water's surface making things wiggly, Bakugou's got a good view from his current vantage point.]

[If Manjoume notices that Bakugou is eying him up a little, he doesn't show it. He's gone quiet and seems to be completely focused on the task at hand of working the shampoo into Bakugou's hair and combing through it with his fingers until he feels satisfied enough with his work and ready to rinse his hair out.

He doesn't necessarily warn Bakugou he's about to do so, but like, Bakugou has eyes, he will be able to see that Manjoume's reaching for the bucket to fill with water and carefully pour over his head, mindful of watching to make sure that there isn't any soap suds that end up in his boyfriend's eyes in the process. Or well, it shouldn't be the case, provided that the other actually closed his eyes once he started rinsing his boyfriend's hair, anyway.]

[Bakugou's not one to ogle, but he isn't shy about the appreciative eye wandering while his boyfriend's doing something. Seeing him so serious about this is attractive and amusing, reminding him of when Manjoume works on his decks or sits with notebooks to deal with his work. His fingers feel good as they run through his hair, making sure the soap's good and deep before water takes care of the rinse.

No warning needed. He closes his eyes before the pour washes over his head and drags his spikes down a little. Certainly don't sag or anything. Stubborn hair. The intimacy and normalcy of the moment is a nice change of pace from their usual lives and sexual escapades. Once everything's done, he finally lifts his head and looks up at Manjoume, water dripping down his face and off his hair and chin.]

[... Ugh, this handsome jerk. Once again, Manjoume is struck with the urge to kiss him again, and so he does, because he can now that he's not distracted with Bakugou's hair.

Even if he still has his hands in said hair, but instead of worrying about being a perfectionist at washing at, he simply combs his fingers through his boyfriend's wet hair here while he kisses him.]

[Bakugou leans into the kiss, eyes closing halfway as the taste of water and Manjoume's lips meld together with the touch. Stupid sexy bastard, lulling him into this kind of thing again.

The way Manjoume's messing with his hair at the same time is almost hypnotic and Bakugou wraps an arm around his boyfriend's waist so he can pull him forward while he scoots himself forward as well. Meeting in the middle of the bath, legs on either side of each other.]

[Manjoume goes easily with the tug, taking the spot Bakugou wants him to meet here in the middle. He kisses Bakugou and plays with his hair for another minute or two, his pace not at all hurried--he is slow, taking his sweet time with enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend's warmth and touch, before he finally pulls back just enough to rest his chin on Bakugou's shoulder for a moment as he hums.]

This is nice.

[It's comfortable, in a way he doesn't often get to be. He could almost fall asleep like this, leaning against Bakugou with his chin on his shoulder while in the warm water here.]

Mh-hm... [It's not a lie. This is pleasant. The warmth of the water, the sensation of it lapping around their middles, the heat of Manjoume's body against his own as their arms rest around each other and legs looped over and under the partner pair. Not deliberately arousing, only a subtle hint of being together in such a state making things intimate and soft. Manjoume settles his chin on his shoulder and Bakugou lazily rests his head against the other boy's.

Yeah, it would be nice to doze off like this, though unlike lounging back to chest in the end of the bath, their current position would end up with someone slipping and making for a rude awakening.] Enjoying that?

[Playing with his hair.]

Yeah, I am.

[He admits it easily, honestly. He still has a hand in Bakugou's hair here, playing with a few damp strands between his fingers before he finally drops it away so that he can relax a little more comfortably in his boyfriend's hold.]

Are you? Enjoying this, I mean.

Yeah. Feels good.

[Bakugou's tone comes softer than usual, a clear indication of his relaxed state as the continued massage and playing wanders across his scalp. But then Manjoume stops and he settles against him with a lazy slump, resting his forehead on his boyfriend's shoulder for no reason other than comfort.]

Could fall asleep here... but then you'd drown.

Like you'd let that happen.

[A pause, and then--]

Besides, the water would get cold eventually, or one of us would be woken up by the other splashing too much if they slip under the water.

[Still, Manjoume makes no move to actually get up or move yet still, still resting against Bakugou here since he's still comfortable in this spot for now.]

I didn't need an explanation.

[Even as he says it, Bakugou runs his hand down Manjoume's back, fingers tracing his spine and then running up his shoulder blades for no reason other than to touch him. Of course he wouldn't let Manjoume drown. He's a hero. And a boyfriend.

It's comfortable... but eventually the blonde reaches down and gives the other teen a light grip + pull on the butt, encouraging him to hike upward a bit.]

C'mon. We can get comfortable on the bed.

Fine, okay.

[With some slight reluctance at first, Manjoume moves up and back away so that Bakugou will be able to have some semblance of personal space again so that they can actually wrap up the rest of their washing up here and return back to the far more comfortable bed once they're both dry and dressed.

Or well, at least mostly dry, their hair might still be initially damp but rather than using a hairdryer, Manjoume suddenly drops a towel on Bakugou's head.]

Hold still for a sec.

[And now Manjoume is using said towel and his hands to rustle Bakugou's hair here in an attempt to dry it that way instead of reaching for a hairdryer just yet.]

[It's not any more comfortable for him to make them move, but as they were, sitting like that in the water, they're just going to wake up with the water tepid, bodies pruned, and one of them in a weird position with someone's leg or arm asleep. Bakugou doesn't take long to finish up his hair, grateful they didn't get messy in the bath. That'd make cleaning up pretty damn pointless...

Getting out, he waits for Manjoume to step free of the tub before pulling the plug and letting it drain. Washing off with his boyfriend is a nice experience. They don't get to do it as often as he'd li-] The fu-? [A towel just flops over his head, putting out his lights for a second! Then Manjoume's voice and Bakugou grumbles as he lets the other boy ruffle at his hair to dry it. At least it's not that hard... his hair's spiky, but certainly not as aspiring as Manjoume's.]

[Manjoume does this for about a minute, ruffling the towel over Bakugou's hair until he removes it and appears to deem it sufficiently dry enough to leave alone or allow Bakugou to take over from here if desired. He then focuses briefly on his own hair--primarily, those dumb spikey bangs of his as he tries to make sure that they're styled back in their usual place rather than wet drooping that smacks right down against his face here.

Not that it really takes that much effort to do so--those things certainly like to defy gravity every chance they get and with a quick sweep of his hair away from his eyes they're already starting to form his trademark sawblade hairstyle as he speaks.]

Do you want me to pass the hairdryer or are you fine with leaving your hair as is?

[Bakugou scowls at him for the actions, though it certainly leaves his hair nice and dry and a little bit more poofy than spiky. He scuffs his hand through his hair a few times to "fix" that little bit more issue. Should've made a stink about not getting to dry Manjoume's hair off, but whatever. He'll stand here and watch him tackle that impressive mass. It's amusing that he focuses more on his bangs than anything else. They're always in his face regardless, so what does it matter?

Hmph, sawblade. That's not a bad description. Bakugou's lips twitch in annoyance when his duelist sweeps his hair like that. Very attractive and completely uncalled for. Especially when they just finished getting clean and Bakugou's got a thought to undo that effort pretty quickly... but he shoves it down because the bed's already a wreck.]

It'll dry while we strip your bed.

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