[Let him have his suspicions. Most people don't instinctively "know" how to touch someone and make it feel good. There are no clumsy fumbles groping him or exploring pokes prodding at his body. Charlie's working on the tension in his muscles, encouraging them to relax as Bakugo drops back on his heels.
Dammit, if he wanted to threaten this guy, he would. Could. Not in the mood to do that now, breathing coming a little thicker as heat ramps up beneath his skin. Made even more inflaming as Charlie settles against him. A shudder ripples up his skin, feeling the other man pressing to his body. Unfamiliar, so used to wrestling or accidental bumps being the only time someone gets this close.
Ugh, don't point it out! Bakugo growls when Charlie's knuckles nudge at his head, cheeks flushing as his own dick twitches from the small bump. A bead of precum wells at his tip, breaking on Charlie's skin and drawing a shimmering thread between them until it breaks.
Bakugo drops his head back on Charlie's shoulders when the man reaches his chest and shoulders, eyes closed as a low groan of relief and pleasure manages to escape his lips. Fuck, those are sensitive areas, given the intensity of his Quirk's recoil takes toll there. Those lips against his neck aren't as embarrassing as Charlie's brazen question.]
Bastard... [The man's gonna feel Bakugo's neck heat up from a dark flush as he grits his teeth.] If you suck at it, I'm gonna put you through the wall. [Probably not the best word choice for this, right?]
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Dammit, if he wanted to threaten this guy, he would. Could. Not in the mood to do that now, breathing coming a little thicker as heat ramps up beneath his skin. Made even more inflaming as Charlie settles against him. A shudder ripples up his skin, feeling the other man pressing to his body. Unfamiliar, so used to wrestling or accidental bumps being the only time someone gets this close.
Ugh, don't point it out! Bakugo growls when Charlie's knuckles nudge at his head, cheeks flushing as his own dick twitches from the small bump. A bead of precum wells at his tip, breaking on Charlie's skin and drawing a shimmering thread between them until it breaks.
Bakugo drops his head back on Charlie's shoulders when the man reaches his chest and shoulders, eyes closed as a low groan of relief and pleasure manages to escape his lips. Fuck, those are sensitive areas, given the intensity of his Quirk's recoil takes toll there. Those lips against his neck aren't as embarrassing as Charlie's brazen question.]
Bastard... [The man's gonna feel Bakugo's neck heat up from a dark flush as he grits his teeth.] If you suck at it, I'm gonna put you through the wall. [Probably not the best word choice for this, right?]