[If anyone does want to come over and stick their head around the damn partition, they'll get a facefull of explosive blast, right into the damn wall. For all his snarling about not wanting people to know, Bakugo's got a "problem" with his volume when he's protesting the very thing.
His mouth and his body aren't saying the same things, dammit! Charlie said he was gonna wash his back, not work his hands into his muscles and try to turn him into putty! Try as he might, there's no way Bakugo resists the gentle touches for long. His hands aren't only good with squeezing fingers and digging tips, the cool temperature clashes with the hot water and Bakugo's own heat.
The blonde lowers his head, dropping his brow against the shower wall. Water spills down his nape, leaks between their bodies and into the contours of muscle and bone. He sets his jaws as Charlie leans into him, every nerve in his back, hips, and legs quickly rushing to tell him how close the man is to him. They're not complaining either. Fuck...]
Did I say stop? [Bakugo's breath comes in a growl, lower and thicker from obvious risen arousal. The powerful lines in his thighs tense up and ripple beneath Charlie's fingers and he presses the ball of his foot to the ground, other heel digging against the tile to try and brace himself.]
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His mouth and his body aren't saying the same things, dammit! Charlie said he was gonna wash his back, not work his hands into his muscles and try to turn him into putty! Try as he might, there's no way Bakugo resists the gentle touches for long. His hands aren't only good with squeezing fingers and digging tips, the cool temperature clashes with the hot water and Bakugo's own heat.
The blonde lowers his head, dropping his brow against the shower wall. Water spills down his nape, leaks between their bodies and into the contours of muscle and bone. He sets his jaws as Charlie leans into him, every nerve in his back, hips, and legs quickly rushing to tell him how close the man is to him. They're not complaining either. Fuck...]
Did I say stop? [Bakugo's breath comes in a growl, lower and thicker from obvious risen arousal. The powerful lines in his thighs tense up and ripple beneath Charlie's fingers and he presses the ball of his foot to the ground, other heel digging against the tile to try and brace himself.]