[Up until now, Charlie had been the instigator of physical contact. It's not an uncomfortable role for him; he's a handsy guy. Whether it's casual touch during conversation or something more, Charlie enjoys physicality. Feeling Bakugo finally pitch back into him, shoulder squishing into his cheek, is a gratifying progression.
He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. The boy had been enjoying his touch this whole time, even if he wasn't enjoying that he was enjoying it.
Convolution aside, Charlie's enjoying the exchange in equal - though not mirrored - measure. As Bakugo presses his ass backwards, he won't feel any signs of arousal in Charlie's pants. His attention is focused on keening his jaw to force his partner's shoulder back down, reclaiming his space to suckle at his neck.
And there he hums, a half-chuckle as Bakugo urges him to do more.] You sound a little greedy, you know... [Muttered, it'd be possible to miss his words beneath the patter of shower droplets. They're softer - affectionate.
His hand continues to work up and down Bakguo's cock, a constant but not quick pace. He's taking his time, enjoying the heat of the erection between his fingers and the way Bakguo's body presses into his. What shifts is his grip, growing tighter after he's sure his palm has more precum on it than water.
A flutter rises from his gut to his chest, settling in his throat. Hunger. He's in the perfect position. Charlie's tongue presses into Bakugo's neck, running a path across the crest of muscle beneath.
Fangs follow.
Being pierced by a vampire's bite is often called euphoric. Some compare it to a potent orgasm, and others the high of a particularly strong drug. As Charlie begins to coax blood to the surface of his incision he groans, the sudden taste of choleric vitae every bit as thrilling for him as the sensation of the bite is for the boy beneath him.]
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He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. The boy had been enjoying his touch this whole time, even if he wasn't enjoying that he was enjoying it.
Convolution aside, Charlie's enjoying the exchange in equal - though not mirrored - measure. As Bakugo presses his ass backwards, he won't feel any signs of arousal in Charlie's pants. His attention is focused on keening his jaw to force his partner's shoulder back down, reclaiming his space to suckle at his neck.
And there he hums, a half-chuckle as Bakugo urges him to do more.] You sound a little greedy, you know... [Muttered, it'd be possible to miss his words beneath the patter of shower droplets. They're softer - affectionate.
His hand continues to work up and down Bakguo's cock, a constant but not quick pace. He's taking his time, enjoying the heat of the erection between his fingers and the way Bakguo's body presses into his. What shifts is his grip, growing tighter after he's sure his palm has more precum on it than water.
A flutter rises from his gut to his chest, settling in his throat. Hunger. He's in the perfect position. Charlie's tongue presses into Bakugo's neck, running a path across the crest of muscle beneath.
Fangs follow.
Being pierced by a vampire's bite is often called euphoric. Some compare it to a potent orgasm, and others the high of a particularly strong drug. As Charlie begins to coax blood to the surface of his incision he groans, the sudden taste of choleric vitae every bit as thrilling for him as the sensation of the bite is for the boy beneath him.]