Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm so cold because I don't have a heart like you humans do? ...Just kidding~.
( He's fully human, after all, though he does often feel like he wasn't made the same way so many people are. Warm, or loved, or supported. But despite the fair argument he'd have for struggling with cues like this, that's not an issue here. It's evidenced in the way he moves his hand, responds to gasps and shivers with more of the same, with a lean forward and a firmer touch— evidenced too in the way that he seems to purposefully hold back now, strokes just shy of the steady pace he'd settled them into.
He's teasing. )
Or maybe... I just want to hear you say it?
( There's a trust in letting him do this, and therefore a power in him doing it, and he can't help the rush that brings. Watching him hunch into himself like that, lose his breath, shudder over his own words— ah, it's a shame this is just a handjob. Sure, he can have fun, but thinking of all the ways he could drive Bakugo crazy as an introduction to this place has him terribly hooked on the idea of it. But then again, being someone who was patient, someone who eased him into accepting help— it means he could ask for it again, right?
He's careful not to lose the momentum in his teasing, anyway. The walk and wait before this place must have been torturous enough. So, his hand quickens again, his teasing stays light and barely there, just enough to be a flirtatious sort of annoyance. )
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( He's fully human, after all, though he does often feel like he wasn't made the same way so many people are. Warm, or loved, or supported. But despite the fair argument he'd have for struggling with cues like this, that's not an issue here. It's evidenced in the way he moves his hand, responds to gasps and shivers with more of the same, with a lean forward and a firmer touch— evidenced too in the way that he seems to purposefully hold back now, strokes just shy of the steady pace he'd settled them into.
He's teasing. )
Or maybe... I just want to hear you say it?
( There's a trust in letting him do this, and therefore a power in him doing it, and he can't help the rush that brings. Watching him hunch into himself like that, lose his breath, shudder over his own words— ah, it's a shame this is just a handjob. Sure, he can have fun, but thinking of all the ways he could drive Bakugo crazy as an introduction to this place has him terribly hooked on the idea of it. But then again, being someone who was patient, someone who eased him into accepting help— it means he could ask for it again, right?
He's careful not to lose the momentum in his teasing, anyway. The walk and wait before this place must have been torturous enough. So, his hand quickens again, his teasing stays light and barely there, just enough to be a flirtatious sort of annoyance. )
I'll give you a break, this time, though.