( his shoulders lift, the laughter breathless, a little wheezing--the way that bakugou reacts to all of this information tells him a lot, and not just about what the kid's gone through in the war, one that's still raging along without them in it. or maybe it's accurate to say that it's still going, with or without them, but they're stuck in some stupid fuck hotel in the interim; he still hasn't decided how he feels about the fact that it's been literal months here, over half a year, and bakugou still says he's there, back home, despite it all. of all the bizarre things they've endured, this is one of the weirdest.
he expects that he'll recoil, but it doesn't matter: when they're nearly shoulder to shoulder, it's easy to reach out with one hand, rub a damaged palm up against bakugou's bare skin, and grip his upper arm, pulling him to force him to turn rather than just directing him with it. )
You're embarrassed? Don't tell me you don't have anyone to fuck back at your little hero school.
( the amusement is rich--and agitated. the thought just makes him think of everyone else back there, of all the stupid idiots there, the little lunatic's love interest and then some: and of course, his perfect prince of a brother, all with the kind of opportunities that he'll never have, the sort of things that he'll never get to keep, himself.
he sort of hopes that bakugou is embarrassed. that he's some fucking pathetic virgin. that would be the real kicker.
still, he draws his hand back, coiling it in instead to give bakugou a firm push at his back, between his shoulders. )
Come on. They won't let you on the beach without a swimsuit or whatever, so we might as well start there. Pain in the ass. ( a decided roll of his eyes--and so rather than guide bakugou further into the resort, he aims instead to push him towards the alarmingly recent addition: the beach, and the fake ocean, and all of that shit that he's been mostly avoiding. ) Can't believe I have to babysit you 'cause you're a virgin that won't fuck for credits.
( extrapolating? of course. pushing bakugou's buttons? absolutely. )
The bird guys. They'll have a suit for you for free.
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he expects that he'll recoil, but it doesn't matter: when they're nearly shoulder to shoulder, it's easy to reach out with one hand, rub a damaged palm up against bakugou's bare skin, and grip his upper arm, pulling him to force him to turn rather than just directing him with it. )
You're embarrassed? Don't tell me you don't have anyone to fuck back at your little hero school.
( the amusement is rich--and agitated. the thought just makes him think of everyone else back there, of all the stupid idiots there, the little lunatic's love interest and then some: and of course, his perfect prince of a brother, all with the kind of opportunities that he'll never have, the sort of things that he'll never get to keep, himself.
he sort of hopes that bakugou is embarrassed. that he's some fucking pathetic virgin. that would be the real kicker.
still, he draws his hand back, coiling it in instead to give bakugou a firm push at his back, between his shoulders. )
Come on. They won't let you on the beach without a swimsuit or whatever, so we might as well start there. Pain in the ass. ( a decided roll of his eyes--and so rather than guide bakugou further into the resort, he aims instead to push him towards the alarmingly recent addition: the beach, and the fake ocean, and all of that shit that he's been mostly avoiding. ) Can't believe I have to babysit you 'cause you're a virgin that won't fuck for credits.
( extrapolating? of course. pushing bakugou's buttons? absolutely. )
The bird guys. They'll have a suit for you for free.