[Some small part of his mind is yelling "WTF?!" at him for letting some guy he barely knows grope him in the shower, pressing against his back, fingers wandering around his body, all the while his own damn dick's getting harder and harder between his legs. Fucking traitor! But the rest of his brain's in control, or his dick's in control of his brain, and stopping is a path that was left behind almost two and a half minutes ago. Before he could feel the other man's grip on his waist or the curve of his chest against his back or the heat of his break on his neck.
Everything feels hot right now, spiting the pouring water above him as it splashes over his hair and leaks down between his and Charlie's skin. Whatever's left to be parted enough on them to let it in. Fingers dig into the shower wall, legs unsure if he wants to rock backwards or push forward. There's nowhere to go in either direction, shoving to the tiles or into Charlie.
Suction drags at his skin and a shudder races from his nape to his ass, shoulder twitching upward on instinctive urge to ram itself into that weird feeling.] You gonna keep mouthing off or fucking do something? [Oh Charlie's already doing plenty. Bakugo's running his own mouth because this dumbass is calling his bluff. Semi-bluff. It's a breathless growl!
The moment Charlie shifts against him, it's like magnets, dragging him backwards with an arch of his spine to shove his shoulder blades into the man's chest. Slender digits find the head of his cock and a bead of precum smears over Charlie's thumb as it drags down to his shaft. A husky cuss punches out of his mouth in relief the man finally touched him. Wrapped around him, stroking him. Bakugo drops to his forearms against the shower wall, eyes clenching shut and spine curving.] Fuck...
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Everything feels hot right now, spiting the pouring water above him as it splashes over his hair and leaks down between his and Charlie's skin. Whatever's left to be parted enough on them to let it in. Fingers dig into the shower wall, legs unsure if he wants to rock backwards or push forward. There's nowhere to go in either direction, shoving to the tiles or into Charlie.
Suction drags at his skin and a shudder races from his nape to his ass, shoulder twitching upward on instinctive urge to ram itself into that weird feeling.] You gonna keep mouthing off or fucking do something? [Oh Charlie's already doing plenty. Bakugo's running his own mouth because this dumbass is calling his bluff. Semi-bluff. It's a breathless growl!
The moment Charlie shifts against him, it's like magnets, dragging him backwards with an arch of his spine to shove his shoulder blades into the man's chest. Slender digits find the head of his cock and a bead of precum smears over Charlie's thumb as it drags down to his shaft. A husky cuss punches out of his mouth in relief the man finally touched him. Wrapped around him, stroking him. Bakugo drops to his forearms against the shower wall, eyes clenching shut and spine curving.] Fuck...