[Bakugo doesn't like hesitating, chafes against any kind of indecision, and tries to keep as much damn regret out of his life as possible. If he wants something, he goes for it and doesn't give up until he has it. Getting over his embarrassment and uncertainty about this crap happens fast, shoving through the awkwardness with a determined fury inside. Just do it and deal with the feelings about it later.]
Don't start talking like a damn porno! [He knows what Esikko means, dammit! Thanks for putting the fucking idea in his head. That's a little too much for his mind right now. He just got his head around jerking off in front of another guy. But if Esikko thinks he's the one in control here, he's got another thing coming. Bakugo hates anyone trying to control him (as he's probably made clear already), so as long as he's the one telling Esikko he can, you know, do this, then technically he's still in control. Right? ... Shut up.
His breath catches slightly when Esikko finally slips his hand into the now-open V of his swimsuit's fly. That damn meat before's left him hard up for several minutes now, the solid rod under sensitive skin quickly reacting to the other boy's touch. Bakugo keeps his head to the side, glaring at the wall and trying to muffle any further noises that want to come from his mouth. But despite that-]
Why the fuck is your hand so damn cold? [They were just out in the blazing sun! How the hell can they be this cold already? At least it's not wet (Esikko's hand, for now) cause then it'd feel like a dead fish. Or something not sexy. The contrasting temperature to Bakugo's heated flesh adds to the strange sensation of feeling someone else's hand on his dick. It's so different from his own, not having any idea what's happening next.]
Tch! I'm gonna win. That's all. [It'll take some time to get more adjusted to this reality, but right now's taking that first huge step. There's no doing back after this. The slow strokes help, letting him get used to the weird feeling.]
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Don't start talking like a damn porno! [He knows what Esikko means, dammit! Thanks for putting the fucking idea in his head. That's a little too much for his mind right now. He just got his head around jerking off in front of another guy. But if Esikko thinks he's the one in control here, he's got another thing coming. Bakugo hates anyone trying to control him (as he's probably made clear already), so as long as he's the one telling Esikko he can, you know, do this, then technically he's still in control. Right? ... Shut up.
His breath catches slightly when Esikko finally slips his hand into the now-open V of his swimsuit's fly. That damn meat before's left him hard up for several minutes now, the solid rod under sensitive skin quickly reacting to the other boy's touch. Bakugo keeps his head to the side, glaring at the wall and trying to muffle any further noises that want to come from his mouth. But despite that-]
Why the fuck is your hand so damn cold? [They were just out in the blazing sun! How the hell can they be this cold already? At least it's not wet (Esikko's hand, for now) cause then it'd feel like a dead fish. Or something not sexy. The contrasting temperature to Bakugo's heated flesh adds to the strange sensation of feeling someone else's hand on his dick. It's so different from his own, not having any idea what's happening next.]
Tch! I'm gonna win. That's all. [It'll take some time to get more adjusted to this reality, but right now's taking that first huge step. There's no doing back after this. The slow strokes help, letting him get used to the weird feeling.]