[Contrary, Bakugo gets irritated when people invade his personal space. Shoving in to drape an arm over his or trying to grab his hand, or those damn annoying extras who want to hug him out of nowhere. Why the hell do people think it's okay to grab someone?! But when he permits it, or the rare times he wants it... he can be demanding or tolerating. And it's not like Charlie's touches were hurting him. Almost melted his damn knees when he worked on his shoulders earlier.
Is he surprised there's no tenting rod in Charlie's pants? Not exactly. Some sliver of his brain's instantly irked the guy hasn't stripped out of his own wet clothes by now. Distracted again when a bony jaw juts into his shoulder and pushes it. For a second or two, Bakugo fights with it, but finally gives in and lets Charlie put his arm down, dropping it by his side. Gives him room for his neck again, which still tickles, dammit.]
You're taking too long, dammit! [Doesn't seem like he's got a problem with the length though, his chest and stomach flexing from his heavier breaths, cock throbbing between his thighs as the man strokes up and down his shaft while making out with his neck. Why the hell is he so focused on that spot? Some damn kink. Bakugo grits his teeth as another ooze of precum's squeezed out of his head when Charlie's fingers pull to the top, smearing more all over his hand.
It feels good though, weird but good. His tongue running up the side of his neck, hot breath ghosting along his skin before- plunch! -Bakugo's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a silent shout of surprise as pain pierces through his muscle. Burning, plunging, but taking the reins of his pleasure in both hands ripping it up as hard as possible. He doesn't even remember coming, hard enough to splatter the wall in front of him with white streaks as his body flexes and convulses against Charlie's chest. Muscles harden, fingers curl, everything contracting in several pulses that almost sends him collapsing against the wall. Almost... It's a while damn minute before his brain climbs back into his head and-]
What're you a fuckin vampire?! [-yells, pants, shouts, snarls, whatever at the man sucking on his neck.]
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Is he surprised there's no tenting rod in Charlie's pants? Not exactly. Some sliver of his brain's instantly irked the guy hasn't stripped out of his own wet clothes by now. Distracted again when a bony jaw juts into his shoulder and pushes it. For a second or two, Bakugo fights with it, but finally gives in and lets Charlie put his arm down, dropping it by his side. Gives him room for his neck again, which still tickles, dammit.]
You're taking too long, dammit! [Doesn't seem like he's got a problem with the length though, his chest and stomach flexing from his heavier breaths, cock throbbing between his thighs as the man strokes up and down his shaft while making out with his neck. Why the hell is he so focused on that spot? Some damn kink. Bakugo grits his teeth as another ooze of precum's squeezed out of his head when Charlie's fingers pull to the top, smearing more all over his hand.
It feels good though, weird but good. His tongue running up the side of his neck, hot breath ghosting along his skin before- plunch! -Bakugo's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a silent shout of surprise as pain pierces through his muscle. Burning, plunging, but taking the reins of his pleasure in both hands ripping it up as hard as possible. He doesn't even remember coming, hard enough to splatter the wall in front of him with white streaks as his body flexes and convulses against Charlie's chest. Muscles harden, fingers curl, everything contracting in several pulses that almost sends him collapsing against the wall. Almost... It's a while damn minute before his brain climbs back into his head and-]
What're you a fuckin vampire?! [-yells, pants, shouts, snarls, whatever at the man sucking on his neck.]