[Growling but not doing anything to stop the touches, he doesn't want an explanation right now. It would clash against that drug-induced arousal and he just wants to get it over with. Ignoring the entire thing isn't an option, fingers curling in the sheets below him as Esikko's fingers wander up and down. Synapses and thoughts fire off in his head, crawling through his skin with all the details his brain can shove into his attention as fast as possible. The way his fingertips slide along the swollen tract of his urethra, how the soft creases beneath each digit joint contrast with the plush of his skin between them to make a textured wrap around his shaft, each slight difference in movement his hand makes as it ascends and drops.
Bakugo sets his teeth, eyes falling shut as the heat on his face begins to grow in intensity. It feels good. Simple as that. Both the coolness of his touch and the relief of getting some stimulation. With the open shirt dangling from his shoulders, a curtained view of the blonde's sculpted chest and stomach lies visible as it clenches and eases with his breaths. Esikko's talking, dragging him back into the present, making him remember someone else is doing it rather than tricking himself into thinking this is just some... fucked up out of body experience while he's jerking off.]
You're not running on machinery, dammit. [Bakugo's words hiss out between his teeth. It's not hard to work a body into shape if someone's willing to put in the time and effort! But things get a little easier as he feels Esikko's temperature increasing a bit, unknowing if it's the friction or something else. The blonde shudders when he gets to his tip, shoulders hunching a bit and breath catching in his throat. A lack of callouses on Esikko's palm is a massive contrast between his own hand, eyebrows furrowing at the shiver racing down his spine before the other boy absentmindedly chases it with his hand down his dick. Fuck...] Can't you... figure that out... haa... ha-a... on your own?
[Sorry, Esikko. Holding back is his middle name. When it comes to, uh, vulnerable stuff. Like this.]
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[Growling but not doing anything to stop the touches, he doesn't want an explanation right now. It would clash against that drug-induced arousal and he just wants to get it over with. Ignoring the entire thing isn't an option, fingers curling in the sheets below him as Esikko's fingers wander up and down. Synapses and thoughts fire off in his head, crawling through his skin with all the details his brain can shove into his attention as fast as possible. The way his fingertips slide along the swollen tract of his urethra, how the soft creases beneath each digit joint contrast with the plush of his skin between them to make a textured wrap around his shaft, each slight difference in movement his hand makes as it ascends and drops.
Bakugo sets his teeth, eyes falling shut as the heat on his face begins to grow in intensity. It feels good. Simple as that. Both the coolness of his touch and the relief of getting some stimulation. With the open shirt dangling from his shoulders, a curtained view of the blonde's sculpted chest and stomach lies visible as it clenches and eases with his breaths. Esikko's talking, dragging him back into the present, making him remember someone else is doing it rather than tricking himself into thinking this is just some... fucked up out of body experience while he's jerking off.]
You're not running on machinery, dammit. [Bakugo's words hiss out between his teeth. It's not hard to work a body into shape if someone's willing to put in the time and effort! But things get a little easier as he feels Esikko's temperature increasing a bit, unknowing if it's the friction or something else. The blonde shudders when he gets to his tip, shoulders hunching a bit and breath catching in his throat. A lack of callouses on Esikko's palm is a massive contrast between his own hand, eyebrows furrowing at the shiver racing down his spine before the other boy absentmindedly chases it with his hand down his dick. Fuck...] Can't you... figure that out... haa... ha-a... on your own?
[Sorry, Esikko. Holding back is his middle name. When it comes to, uh, vulnerable stuff. Like this.]