[Charlie's only participation in the world of medicine is sending victims to the hospital. He's handsy, skilled in massage the way any hobbyist delights in their pursuit. He also knows a lot of 'tense guys' - plenty to practice on, especially when he so often entangles himself in affection for them.
Outside of his explosions, Bakugo is everything comfortable to Charlie. Even that little protest, husky in his throat, sounds more sweet than threatening.
Without breath, Charlie doesn't sigh, but his shoulders roll to lull into Bakugo's warmth. He doesn't weigh much, but the shift in weight to rest against his partner is easy to notice.
He doesn't even need to peek over Bakguo's shoulder again. As his hands wander down the boy's side and crosses the divots of his hips, the tip of his erection brushes over his knuckles. Eager and ready, huh?
His firm kneading rises to Bakugo's chest, then the fronts of his shoulders, arms linked under his. There, he pauses, and Bakugo will feel lips purse against his neck.] Aah, well, you seemed to be enjoyin' it.
Want me to take care 'a that too? [Charlie's fingers tap in unison against the warm skin beneath, not indicating any particular direction. The that in question is already totally obvious.]
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Outside of his explosions, Bakugo is everything comfortable to Charlie. Even that little protest, husky in his throat, sounds more sweet than threatening.
Without breath, Charlie doesn't sigh, but his shoulders roll to lull into Bakugo's warmth. He doesn't weigh much, but the shift in weight to rest against his partner is easy to notice.
He doesn't even need to peek over Bakguo's shoulder again. As his hands wander down the boy's side and crosses the divots of his hips, the tip of his erection brushes over his knuckles. Eager and ready, huh?
His firm kneading rises to Bakugo's chest, then the fronts of his shoulders, arms linked under his. There, he pauses, and Bakugo will feel lips purse against his neck.] Aah, well, you seemed to be enjoyin' it.
Want me to take care 'a that too? [Charlie's fingers tap in unison against the warm skin beneath, not indicating any particular direction. The that in question is already totally obvious.]