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TDM 05
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.
As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.
Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】
ARRIVAL
DIVINE AWAKENING
All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.
New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.
Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.
Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.
A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.
The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.
And they’re coming out.
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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Charlie wanted to hitch a ride so he can deal with the heat, smoke, and noise made by Bakugo's explosions. If he's going to hack up a damn lung, at least face to the side and spit it out onto the ground rather than on the back of his neck, dammit!
But all of that fighting comes to a crashing halt when the arrow lands it mark. Less the impact and more the shock that sends the blonde twisting and hitting the ground. Charlie's shirt's spared the rip from Bakugo's hand, but who knows how it holds up to the skidding drag across the arena floor. At least the hero's able to keep the other man's head from enduring any blunt trauma.
As the impact comes to a stop, Bakugo pushes himself up, snarling against the slight ache on his skin where the arrow hit. Just because it's a chalk head doesn't mean the shaft itself isn't solid wood. He glares at the wooden line dropping from his upper back, twisting onto one knee. Only to find Charlie melting off his back and spilling onto his side instead. ]
What the hell?! Get off me, you damn koala!! [He's wrapping him up again! Bakugo struggles to his feet, fully intending to drag Charlie off with him if he has to. He doesn't know what this chalk does, but he knows some others acted strange after getting hit by it. So fuck staying on the field to get struck with more!
As he said, they're both out.]
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He feels the boy's muscles tense and shift quickly enough to adjust. They stand together, Charlie using Bakugo's shoulders as an anchor to rise to his feet. Of course, his hands don't fall away once they've both found their footing.] Eh, didn't you want to make it out of bounds?
[As if touch is required for this result. Charlie moves closer; he slides his hand across one shoulder to the other, tucking Bakugo against himself. They're close to the line, but Charlie walks towards it as if his companion needs the guidance.] Here, we'll get out together!
[Enforced by an iron grip.]
how can an icon be cute and very unnerving at the same time?
Shaking Charlie off is apparently NOT as easy. Bakugo snarls when the guy points out the obvious and he stalks towards the perimeter, half attempting to keep the prying going, half focusing on getting free of the arena itself. Charlie's at least helping with the walking, so long as their legs don't get all tangled. An arrow whizzes by, barely missing them, and he slams an explosion behind them to rocket both himself and Charlie out of bounds.
That damn iron grip isn't letting go and his body is starting to heat up from the activity and... something else. Shit. He lands on his feet outside the perimeter, dodging another arrow and pulling Charlie out of the way of a second.] We're out, dammit! Are you gonna cling to me all day?
[Apparently. Can they at least stagger walk down to the locker rooms again? Charlie's clinging touches are starting to elicit more responses, like a growl, a flexing muscle, or a slight grunt of breath.]
that's his whole personality bby ( <3 )
He'd almost rather get hit again.
Firmly out of bounds with his grip bruising tight on Bakugo's shoulder, Charlie begins a complaint of his own,] You know you don't need to do- [Yanked out of another arrow's trajectory, his voice cracks with a graceless yell.]
I'm gonna cling to you until we're not gettin' fucking SHOT AT anymore! [This isn't a promise, it's an excuse to hold on longer. His hand flexes against Bakugo's shoulder, releasing its grasp to descend the boy's back and curl in fabric at the base of his shoulder blade.]
Wanna go inside? [A pretty damn demanding question, Charlie gestures towards the locker rooms impatiently.
The way Bakugo's body has begun to twinge beneath his touch hasn't escaped his notice. He's reacting to him, not the field hazards. Charlie's free hand splays fingers and palm over the base of his neck, rubbing a small circle into either side. An acute massage for sore muscles... or a ploy to see what else he can elicit from the boy's body.]
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I'm getting us out of the fucking field now, you idiot! [If he's not going to somehow help with that, shut the fuck up and let him do his work! That damn grip on his shoulder isn't helping matters either, almost bruising despite the strength of his muscle there.
Bakugo quickly ducks them down to avoid a few more and then heads towards the depression in the ground that ultimately drops them into the underground bunker that serves as the locker rooms. Other people are already there, some cleaning up, some preparing to go out, some dealing with the affects of the chalk... great.
At least Charlie's not crushing his shoulder anymore. Just trying to rip his shirt apart. And his slowly-clouding brain isn't exactly against that. Bakugo growls when the other man cups at his nape, rubbing his skin and sending a rush of sensation curling down the blonde's spine. Fuck... it feels good. His neck, shoulders, arms, and upper back are pretty good areas to massage him, considering those areas take the brunt of his Quirk's recoil.]
I'm gonna dump you in a fucking shower...
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The guy with the fire-hands, though?
He seems pretty earnest.
With a groan of protest, Charlie rises from the floor of the locker room. His 'hero' could have been more gentle! The complaint remains a silent one only because there are people to see down here; he scans the room with voyeuristic interest. Bakugo's shirt matches the stain across the chest of a guy getting plowed a few benches down.
Huh.]
No, no, don't do that. You just helped me! Let me help you too, eh? [Charlie's massage continues, widening from the small spot at the base of Bakugo's neck to weave fingers into his hair and rub the scalp.] It'll help you wind down... [The massage. And whatever else. Just so long as he can keep his hands on him.]
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Charlie's lucky his hero doesn't just drop his ass on the ground without a care. And he's LIKE to! Except this guy's wound about his body to the point Bakugo's still trying to disentagle him from his neck and waist. Jeeze, he's a worse octopus than Kleken... and Kleken IS an octopus!! So he's left half-dragging, half-walking towards a nearby shower stall. The furthest one if they can get it. He'd like to go find the ones way down by his room, but that's floors away.]
When the fuck did you get so clingy? [And why the hell is his body so eager to react to it? The question's barely past his mind before he notices the smear of chalk across another guy's chest. Shit, that's what it is! The fucking chalk! Yeah, Bakugo hauls Charlie into the stall and instantly turns the water on.
Cold. Fucking. Water.]
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Charlie keeps up, dress shoes splashing in small puddles left behind by other guests. Chalk dust swirls on the water's surface, pale and scattered compared to the stark stains on the duo passing over them.
A shower at the end... Charlie casts a glance over his shoulder towards all of the other stalls they'd passed. Is Bakugo getting distance because he's embarrassed? Or, is he always like this?
Charlie's curiosity is interrupted by hands brusquely shoving him into the shower. He laughs when manhandled, staggering onto his back foot when released. His head lulls back, as if he'd nearly swooned.
The laugh distorts to a yell when cold water splatters over his back.] AAAAAH! What the hell!?
You know you're supposed to shower NAKED, right!? [He should take off his shirt to prove his point, but... instead, Charlie reaches forward to grab Bakugo's. If he can manage, he'll yank it off over the boy's head without regard for any popped seams.]
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Doesn't matter the chalk dust is starting to leak with beads of sweat; it's already hit him. Bakugo cusses in his mind, trying to resist what's welling up inside already. It reminds him too much of that damn drink and food from the beach. Feeling yourself being pulled towards a certain inclination, resistance dragging grooves behind you as you're unable to stop.
Unfortunately, that question's a mix of A and B. He's private and embarrassed. Mostly because he thinks shit like this should be done away from other eyes. It's not their damn business!
But get him into the shower those hands do and Bakugo takes a vengeful delight in wrenching the water on to catch the other man on the back. There, try to cool the fuck off, you clingy bastard.]
No shit, asshole! I'm not an idio- HEY! [The flimsy shirt isn't going to resist much and it tears quickly thanks to Charlie's grab and yank combo. Shreds of it dangle off Bakugo's shoulders as it falls open on his back, almost like it wants to melt in the water. Cut muscle, defined lines, a strong body well taken care of. As well as three noticeable scars: two punctures torn through his left shoulder and abdomen's right side, as well as a burst-like rip from the center of his chest.] You wanna start something, dammit?!
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[He really wants to start something. Perhaps he's emboldened by being soaked in water, antithesis of the flame he's seen spark from the boy's hands. More likely, Charlie's simply driven by his own intoxicating love for feeling angry hands on his body - that the chalk exacerbates this desire doesn't even occur to him.
He's just a brat in the shower, ready to get rowdy.
Even if it's a fight he can't win.
Bakugo is fit, clearly, and has seen some shit. Charlie's own body is relatively pampered in comparison. There's no defined muscle on his torso, all of his strength twines up his arms and shoulders in lithe muscle. His only scar is a faint surgical mark near the knee. Overall, there's not much to notice.
Especially since he's still got his clothes on.
Lurching forward, Charlie attempts to follow his shirt-shredding success by grabbing the thigh of Bakugo's pants. He tugs forward, not down, jostling his shower buddy farther into the stall. If he can manage, he's hoping to get him in the face with that cold stream of water.]
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Shut up! You can rinse off with your clothes on! [But despite yelling at him, Bakugo irritably grabs the strips of cloth and pulls them off his shoulders and arms. Damn things. They hit the ground with a wet slop and he kicks the ruined material to the side. Lacking a belt or anything, it's nothing to go for his pants, popping the fly and dragging the zipper down.
Right when Charlie lunges at him.] OY! I CAN DO THIS MYSELF! DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Now he's hopping backwards on one leg through the shower, driven back by Charlie's grip and his own intent to get a leg up before the guy can tackle him. His back hits the wall with a thug and he glares at the man across from him, keeping his shin against Charlie's torso for the moment.
The water's fucking freezing!]
sorry, getting back from mini hiatus!
Luckily, people seem too busy
resolving their own chalk-induced urgeswith their own business to interject.Charlie's fingers, still coiled in pants now halfway down his shower partner's thighs, tense together. Water runs from the fabric, immediately soaked again by the stream overhead. What trickles along the side of his palms is almost warm - this guy's body heat is fucking impressive.
He looks up, facing the indignant yell with a grin.] Alright, alright, I'll let you finish that. [And, suspiciously, he relents, releasing Bakugo's pants. One newly freed hand reaches over his shoulder, leaning against that shin propped to his chest. He grabs the soap, then takes a step back.]
Want the whole shower to be cold, or are you gonna fix it? [No mention of 'washing your back,' he's just planning on going for it when the moment is right. There's no other soap for Bakugo to use, anyway.]
s'all good ~ rl happens~
Bakugo bares his teeth in a snarl, refusing to lower his leg as long as Charlie's hand stays in his pants. They're pulled tight around the back and sides of his thighs, half-hiked by that lifted limb. After the battle upstairs, of course he's running hot! Even the cold water isn't putting a stop to that so quickly.
The grin on this guy's face... maybe he should slam him.]
You better. [Suspicious as fuck, he eyes Charlie's arm as it reaches past his shoulder, catching the soap out his vision's peripheral, then back to the man's face once more. The way he's leaning against Bakugo's shin means his foot's right there above Charlie's groin. In case he needs to kick him.]
Fix it? What do I look like, a plumber? [But he's reaching down to knob and twisting it to hot, causing the water to slowly increase in temperature over a minute or two. With Charlie stepped back, Bakugo lowers his leg and finishes working his pants down his thighs and knees. He pulls the soaking material off his ankles and drops it in the corner. He could've flung them at Charlie, but the guy would probably pitch them out into the locker room for amusement.] It's warmed up now.
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Really, with how agitated this guy is, he's already accepted the inevitability of more battery.
With a sneer, Charlie maintains his distance and allows a moment of silence. He turns the soap over in his hand, lathering up his palm. His other hand works his collar and buttons, eventually tossing his soaked through, stained white garment into the corner with the shreds of Bakugo's clothes.
Warm haze begins to tickle his skin, the surface cooling just as quickly as the sensation comes. He'll need to stand directly under the shower stream to enjoy any of its actual heat. Or, you know, cuddle up to Bakugo again. Intention reads clearly on his face as he looks the boy over before reaching to tap at his shoulder.]
You're gonna need this. [He raises his soapy hand.] You did a lot for me earlier, let me help you out here. I'll wash you up. [And, as if to punctuate that this is indeed a favor and not a demand, he waits for a response.
Not that he's planning on keeping his hands to himself.]
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Bakugo rubs at the side of his neck and his shoulder, immediately going for the area the chalk hit him. Dammit, this is one of those side effects, isn't it! Red eyes flick to the side, narrowing at Charlie while the man pulls of his shirt. Baring his skin, showing his body, adding his clothes to the shredded shirt and Bakugo's pants.
As expected from their work in the arena and the blonde's ability to carry Charlie around without a problem, the young hero's built well, a strong body with athletic definitions built from years of conditioning himself for heroics. He turns back to the stream, but only gets a moment respite before Charlie taps his shoulder. Tch...]
Huh? [Glaring over his shoulder, Bakugo locks eyes with that soapy hand. The offer to wash him quickly spikes his irritation, but it's tapered by the after effects of the chalk and Charlie's lack of going for it.] Fine. But you better not suck at it.
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With his proposition in deliberation, Charlie licks his lips idly. There's nothing to do but look, so he makes no attempt to hide the way his gaze sweeps over the other's body.
Being granted permission almost seems to surprise him, with the way his brows raise high enough to crinkle the skin on his forehead. Not one to question a good opportunity, Charlie shrugs with faux humility as he reaches forward.] I think you're gonna like it, don't worry...
[His fingers press firmly into the ball of Bakugo's shoulder, rubbing small circles into the worn muscle beneath. Then, he traces a lathering path along where he'd seen his shower partner attend to moments before. What evolves is more of a massage than a wash, but soap spreads and every inch of Bakguo's back is served in kind.
When he gets to hips, his fingers loop around the sides - nothing lewd, just covering more skin.] So. Enjoyin' yourself?
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[It's weird to have someone staring at him like that. Not at all similar to his classmates in the locker rooms with their casual glances and chatter. Someone actually running his eyes over him with intent. A small stroke to Bakugo's pride swims in a river of creepy. But any urge he has to slam an explosion into Charlie for looking hampers by other thoughts. Water hides nothing, curving over his skin and running down onto the shower floor to swirl towards the drain. He shouldn't say "okay" but...]
Don't make me change my mind! [Still yelling at him for it. Bakugo grumbles as Charlie moves forward, turning around to face the shower spray for the time being. It's awkward to stand there and watch someone wanting to touch him. Does he trust Charlie enough to show his back to him? ... Kind of, even if it's strong-armed trust.] I'm not worried, idiot.
[Fingers dig into his shoulder, not a groping copped feel, but surprising him with an almost-massage-like touch. His arm relaxes a little the more Charlie works on his shoulder. Fuck... Had to go for that, didn't he. Considering Bakugo's Quirk puts a lot of strain on his arms, shoulders, upper back, and nape, Charlie working along one of those areas instantly feels good. He drops his head forward, eyes closing as the man spreads soap along his back and shoulders. Only parting slightly when Charlie reaches his hips.] You didn't say you were gonna do a fucking massage.
[Bakugo doesn't sound against it though.]
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[Bakugo's voice ricochets sharply off of tile; Charlie can understand the petulant warnings being thrown at him, but he'd guess that anyone in the locker room could hear and at least understand the emotion behind his bluster. Frustration, if Charlie had to put a word to it.
But he doesn't need to. He has the guy's body beneath his hands - he can feel how Bakugo is coiled. Tense.
The massage is an attempt to win some trust, sure, a display of how useful and considerate he can be. More-so, Charlie wants a reason to touch - cool palms against hot, hot skin. Thoroughness continues their connection...
As his fingers curl, rubbing where hip and thigh connect, Charlie leans forward. He needs this proximity to cover the swaths in the front he's yet to attend to, of course-
His voice is right in Bakugo's ear.] You want me to stop? [His question is paired with his fingers fanning out over the front of Bakguo's thighs, offering the same deep pressure he'd lavished onto the boy's back as he continues to spread lather beneath.]
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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.]
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And there's exactly what he expected.
Bakugo's cock, not unaffected by the attention. Charlie's tongue coasts across his teeth, a quick sound of interest the only acknowledgement he'll give the boy's physical reaction.] Huh-
[And then he keens his head to the side, temple against the back of Bakugo's head. Warm contact, satisfying in its own right, but he wants more.
Charlie's fingers press into the flexed muscles beneath them, working along with the divots and swells of Bakugo's physique. He slides his touch upwards slowly, dragging firmly across the tender skin of Bakguo's hip before settling above his crotch.
Lewdness pointedly avoided.
His hands take a wandering path over the the boy's abs to his ribs, paying particular attention to the ripple of bone. Lighter touches feather over where a more firm press would be painful, the way a man who knows exactly where to hurt avoids the mark.]
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He wants to blame it on the chalk completely, but that'd be a lie. Heat flushes across his cheek at that intrigued hum ghosting so close to his chin. No shit he knows what that acknowledgement is. Charlie's already seen it and he's enjoying it.]
Urusei... [Doesn't stop him from some kind of backtalk as the man nuzzles his head against his own, ashen spikes sticking into darker strands. Charlie's warm compared to the water pouring down on him. Skin to skin, touching in an intimate way.
Bakugo exhales shortly, forehead grinding into the shower wall the more Charlie's fingers explore his body. Over the arch of his pelvis, fingers splaying across the flat plane of his Adonis belt. Not quite there, but enough the bobbing head of his dick might bump against the back of Charlie's hand by proximity alone.
At least until he starts ascending, cut grooves and hills of Bakugo's abs hardening under his touch, breath hitching slightly when he parses over the flutter of his ribs. This guy's skilled in his touch. Probably some kind of medical background. But it feels good either way.] You're taking your damn time.
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Outside of his explosions, Bakugo is everything comfortable to Charlie. Even that little protest, husky in his throat, sounds more sweet than threatening.
Without breath, Charlie doesn't sigh, but his shoulders roll to lull into Bakugo's warmth. He doesn't weigh much, but the shift in weight to rest against his partner is easy to notice.
He doesn't even need to peek over Bakguo's shoulder again. As his hands wander down the boy's side and crosses the divots of his hips, the tip of his erection brushes over his knuckles. Eager and ready, huh?
His firm kneading rises to Bakugo's chest, then the fronts of his shoulders, arms linked under his. There, he pauses, and Bakugo will feel lips purse against his neck.] Aah, well, you seemed to be enjoyin' it.
Want me to take care 'a that too? [Charlie's fingers tap in unison against the warm skin beneath, not indicating any particular direction. The that in question is already totally obvious.]
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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?]
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He could stay here, nose nestled into the boy's neck with hands wandering over his body, for a while...
But there's the matter of that.
Making this guy squirm and ask for it could be fun, but Charlie's not particularly patient. He hums into the reddening skin beneath his lips, pressing a slight kiss against the thin, thin barrier between him and the boy's deliciously hot blood. Since arriving in the casino, Charlie has found it easier to feed when his partner is rapt in pleasure.
He sucks lightly where he'd kissed, pausing to offer unsolicited humor.] Oh, I'd better watch out then... [Not so much calling Bakugo on a bluff as admitting the limits of his handsy expertise. His hand jobs are only 'okay', so he's been told.
With another nuzzle into the crook of Bakguo's neck, Charlie shifts his body without adding distance between them. His hands dip downwards, curled knuckles running lightly over the areas he'd previously worked over. When he reaches Bakugo's cock his thumb runs slowly along the shaft, fingers fanning beneath it. The pad of his thumb presses into its tip, squeezing the swollen arousal before he begins to work slowly back, then forward, offering that same squeeze each time he reaches its end.]
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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...
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