( Esikko repeats the words, putting more into the quick strokes. Honestly, the idea of a mess doesn't bother him, when it's one like this. If anything, there's something exciting about the idea of bringing him to a finish himself, of being able to feel the way he trembles and twitches and jerks underneath his hand, in response to his strokes. And so he doesn't let go, doesn't stop unless Bakugo is extra insistent about it.
Instead, he squeezes and gropes into his quicker strokes, no delays in the steady rhythm he presses to increase. At the very least, he holds himself back from speaking any more in this moment. They're still strangers— or would it be acquaintances, by now, thanks to this? Either way, who's to say his own words wouldn't draw him right out of this, make this go on for longer than it should. )
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( Esikko repeats the words, putting more into the quick strokes. Honestly, the idea of a mess doesn't bother him, when it's one like this. If anything, there's something exciting about the idea of bringing him to a finish himself, of being able to feel the way he trembles and twitches and jerks underneath his hand, in response to his strokes. And so he doesn't let go, doesn't stop unless Bakugo is extra insistent about it.
Instead, he squeezes and gropes into his quicker strokes, no delays in the steady rhythm he presses to increase. At the very least, he holds himself back from speaking any more in this moment. They're still strangers— or would it be acquaintances, by now, thanks to this? Either way, who's to say his own words wouldn't draw him right out of this, make this go on for longer than it should. )