I'm not- ah-! guh-h... [He's not fucking shy, dammit! Bakugo shudders from his nape to his tailbone, feeling Esikko's soft laugh rippling down his spine. Fabric strains in his fists as he kneads the sheet until his knuckles start turning white. One foot slips back from the pressure and clunks his heel against the bottom of the bed. His hips stutter on the mattress, unable to stop the urge to buck into Esikko's hand as he works up up and down his cock. A low groan bleeds from his throat each time those damn fingertips work along the underside of his shaft, teeth seizing his lower lip when one brushes just under his head.]
Sh... shuddup- [A lot of that snarling violence from before is shredded into a husky mess, trying to summon it back and failing.] Hey! [What the fuck was that?! Don't blow into his damn ear!! (It works better when it's wet.) Now it just feels weird, only to get swallowed by Esikko's hand in his lap. Precum wells on the tip of his member again, throbbing shaft timed with his heartbeats. He feels himself getting close to the edge.] Fuck... Let go... unless you- want-
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Sh... shuddup- [A lot of that snarling violence from before is shredded into a husky mess, trying to summon it back and failing.] Hey! [What the fuck was that?! Don't blow into his damn ear!! (It works better when it's wet.) Now it just feels weird, only to get swallowed by Esikko's hand in his lap. Precum wells on the tip of his member again, throbbing shaft timed with his heartbeats. He feels himself getting close to the edge.] Fuck... Let go... unless you- want-