thundercrashes | penance / overflow from bakerstreet

[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.

[Well, there is always that threat/taunt he could always act on from earlier about giving him carpet burn on the rug... but then they might have to shower again.]

Ah, fair enough.

[Somehow, Manjoume had almost forgotten about needing to take care of the bed. But now once Bakugou mentions it, he immediately makes his way over to the side of the bed where he had been lying before while they were messing around... and makes a face at the sheets. Yeah, okay, they had definitely gotten rowdy enough to require changing them, so with a sigh he starts trying to pull them off to go put in the laundry here soon.]

[Not only shower again, but Manjoume would have to deal with a burn and that's always a fun outcome. Bakugou really enjoys hearing his boyfriend gripe about shit. Though hickeys and other sex bruises don't usually get... "real" growling from either of them, despite their bitching about it at each other cause they're idiots.

Bakugou simply yanks the blankets off onto the floor, then fists the middle of the sheets and hauls the entire swath of fabric up and off the mattress with four 'tongs' of the corners giving way to his strength. That's his version to "trying" to get the sheets off.] Check for wet spots- [and clean them up if found] -and get some new bedding. I'll take these.

[Going to the laundry with the entire bundle.]

Uh, thanks?

[Manjoume raises a slight eyebrow at Bakugou just yanking the whole damn thing off with one tug, but otherwise complies without further argument, cleaning up where needed and putting new bedding down while the rest of it goes into the laundry.

Once he's done so, he pokes his head around the corner to see what Bakugou's doing, whether that be with the old bedding, or if he's already moved on towards the little kitchen set up for making spring rolls.]

Do you need any help?

[Bundled up on the way there, but once in the laundry room, Bakugou's taking the time to take each layer apart so they're not one big ball swimming around in the machine. He tosses them in, followed by their clothes because why the fuck not. Detergent and the proper setting (god he's been here too many times) before returning to Manjoume's room.

Meaning that when the guy pokes his head out, he almost runs into the other boy.] Unless you want me to cook naked, I'm getting a change of clothes! [Why are you just sticking it out around the corner where anyone could walk into you in the first place?!]

[Wow, he was just taking a second to offer help!!]

I mean...

[A pause as he gives Bakugou a onceover, before he then seems to reconsider and shakes his head.]

Actually no, don't do that. It's probably not a good idea.

[He doesn't really have any aprons to offer for the other boy to use anyway. So instead he will step back away to let Bakugou finish changing, as well as making sure that himself is a little more decent, just in case the Ojamas decide to come poke their heads around if they think that it's cool again to do so.]

[That trail off and once over earn Manjoume the stink eye. Don't you even think about it, dumbass. But since these kind of spring rolls don't require any hot ingredients, it's probably a safer option for cooking naked? He still grunts in acknowledgement of the stupid idea being stupid and heads into Majoume's room for his bag.

Just a pair of black and orange boxer briefs and a black tank top. Pretty damn domestic + intimate. He'll bypass the usual sweats or lounge pants just because. Once Manjoume's done changing, they can get started in the kitchen. Or Manjoume can sit back and watch if he doesn't want to (or doens't know how to~) help.]

[Manjoume, thankfully, forgoes putting back on that jacket of his that he tends to wear like a second skin all the time, instead opting for one of his simple turtleneck sweaters and loose pajama bottoms. Definitely a more domestic and cozy look for him than most get to see.

Manjoume isn't going to get immediately involved, but he does take a spot where he can watch with interest. As a guy who previously lived a life of privilege, having had personal chefs at his family's mansion and then living at a school that provided meals for students, he has very little experience in actually making meals on his own. So watching Bakugou making something even as simple as spring rolls is useful to watch and potentially file away for future use if he ever tries to make them himself at some point.

Still, he's not completely hopeless and at least willing to offer some token amount of help if it's wanted here.]

[Bakugou would've glared at him if Manjoume started wearing his coat around the damn house while they were clean and showered. Not that he thinks the guy still treats it like dirt. It's not freezing in here. Though Bakugou appreciates the view. Domestic and cozy is a nice look for Manjoume he doesn't see that often.

Bakugou's opting to make a Vietnamese style spring roll, using sheets of dampened rice paper to wrap thin matchsticks of different vegetables (all sliced expertly on the cutting board) up with a quick mixture of meat (whatever Manjoume's got on hand) + sauce + spices. No cooking or frying involved to produce a number of thick, see-through wraps of the fresh ingredients inside. The crunch of the vegetables, the thickness of the meat, and the smooth rip of the rice paper make for a nice feeling along with the taste.

If Manjoume's got a preferred dip to use on them, he's welcome to get that out. Otherwise Bakugou's to make a spicy peanut dip with a kick of soy sauce. And asides from directions to where shit is, Bakugou's not asking for help.]

[He's fine with having whatever dip Bakugou wants to make with them, as Manjoume doesn't have a preference in that regard--in fact, the only thing Manjoume seems to object to as he watches his boyfriend using the cutting board is--]

Don't add any carrots for my portion--the rest of the vegetables are fine, just not those.

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