Don't fuck with me! You're supposed to be jerking me off!
[Roaring right at him despite the red painted all over his damn face. If Esikko says he's completely human, Bakugo has to believe him, but the cold of his hand doesn't feel human at all. Not corpse-like (how the hell would he know) but it's more akin to putting his hand on a refrigerated drink for a bit, then touching someone. Regardless, the clash in temperature of Esikko's hand and the heat of his own cock is adding to the sensations, deliberate or not. Bakugo's shoulders roll forward a bit, both hands now firming pressed against the bed on either side of his hips as the firmer touch works up and down his shaft. This bastard's teasing him, isn't he?]
I didn't... say anything!
[Bakugo's voice tapers at the end, catching when Esikko's hand nears his head. That's the major difference between someone else doing it and himself. He can't predict what's going to happen. Is Esikko going to squeeze him right now? Is he going all the way up to his glans or will he stop short? His skin squishes up against the back of his head before dragging down to rest taut over his shaft when the other boy's fist reaches the base of his dick. Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, choppy bangs hiding his eyes in shadow as his breathing struggles more under the slew of attention. Esikko's not slowing down or breaking momentum, finally leveling off into something the blonde's brain tries to predict. Soft wet noises start to rise from his hips, precum dribbling out of his member and making a mess of Esikko's hand and Bakugo's cock.]
F- ah... fuck- [Something cracks inside when his partner picks up the pace, but it's not enough to push him further than he is now. Shit, he's really going to force him? A break? Bakugo grits his teeth, a hissing breath escaping between them.] Ha... Harder. I'm... not getting anywhere... like this-
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[Roaring right at him despite the red painted all over his damn face. If Esikko says he's completely human, Bakugo has to believe him, but the cold of his hand doesn't feel human at all. Not corpse-like (how the hell would he know) but it's more akin to putting his hand on a refrigerated drink for a bit, then touching someone. Regardless, the clash in temperature of Esikko's hand and the heat of his own cock is adding to the sensations, deliberate or not. Bakugo's shoulders roll forward a bit, both hands now firming pressed against the bed on either side of his hips as the firmer touch works up and down his shaft. This bastard's teasing him, isn't he?]
I didn't... say anything!
[Bakugo's voice tapers at the end, catching when Esikko's hand nears his head. That's the major difference between someone else doing it and himself. He can't predict what's going to happen. Is Esikko going to squeeze him right now? Is he going all the way up to his glans or will he stop short? His skin squishes up against the back of his head before dragging down to rest taut over his shaft when the other boy's fist reaches the base of his dick. Bakugo drops his head towards his chest, choppy bangs hiding his eyes in shadow as his breathing struggles more under the slew of attention. Esikko's not slowing down or breaking momentum, finally leveling off into something the blonde's brain tries to predict. Soft wet noises start to rise from his hips, precum dribbling out of his member and making a mess of Esikko's hand and Bakugo's cock.]
F- ah... fuck- [Something cracks inside when his partner picks up the pace, but it's not enough to push him further than he is now. Shit, he's really going to force him? A break? Bakugo grits his teeth, a hissing breath escaping between them.] Ha... Harder. I'm... not getting anywhere... like this-