( as much of an insult as it might be, he chooses to take it as a compliment. kind of funny, all things considered, for the guy to just assume that he'd be able to fuck his way through enough of the resort to amass some amount of wealth; he doesn't know whether it would be in his best interests to tell the truth, or lie, or leave it up to bakugou's shitty imagination.
naturally, he decides that he'd like to push it as far as he can go--it's been awhile since he's been around someone this ornery, and in a way, the resort has been a bit dull without some antagonistic fervor there, in the form of a well-worn palm sparking little firecrackers at him in anger. )
Don't be jealous. I'd fuck you if you asked.
( that's going to get him into trouble--which is why he claps another hand at bakugou's back, forcing him to tumble forward. the doors at the end of the hall give, with his weight against them, and the crack between them brandishes the full fervor of the fake sun, outside, and the fresh smell of sand, salt, and the crisp taste of ocean in the air; he winces at it, but gives another shove to make sure bakugou ends up tumbling through the doors all the same.
another round out here, and he hates it all the same. the sun's hot, despite it being fake, and the sand is hotter still, and there's all kinds of noise from the sounds of the nearby bar to the people splashing around in the ocean, laughing and squealing and having fun.
and he's here. with this stupid little virgin shit. trying to get him to cover up his dick with more than just a flimsy robe. )
Go right. ( he says, loudly, as he begrudgingly follows at bakugou's heels. ) The stupid lifeguards. You see them.
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( as much of an insult as it might be, he chooses to take it as a compliment. kind of funny, all things considered, for the guy to just assume that he'd be able to fuck his way through enough of the resort to amass some amount of wealth; he doesn't know whether it would be in his best interests to tell the truth, or lie, or leave it up to bakugou's shitty imagination.
naturally, he decides that he'd like to push it as far as he can go--it's been awhile since he's been around someone this ornery, and in a way, the resort has been a bit dull without some antagonistic fervor there, in the form of a well-worn palm sparking little firecrackers at him in anger. )
Don't be jealous. I'd fuck you if you asked.
( that's going to get him into trouble--which is why he claps another hand at bakugou's back, forcing him to tumble forward. the doors at the end of the hall give, with his weight against them, and the crack between them brandishes the full fervor of the fake sun, outside, and the fresh smell of sand, salt, and the crisp taste of ocean in the air; he winces at it, but gives another shove to make sure bakugou ends up tumbling through the doors all the same.
another round out here, and he hates it all the same. the sun's hot, despite it being fake, and the sand is hotter still, and there's all kinds of noise from the sounds of the nearby bar to the people splashing around in the ocean, laughing and squealing and having fun.
and he's here. with this stupid little virgin shit. trying to get him to cover up his dick with more than just a flimsy robe. )
Go right. ( he says, loudly, as he begrudgingly follows at bakugou's heels. ) The stupid lifeguards. You see them.