( the gaze that's lifted, again, to watch bakugo is narrowed--like he's considering biting the hand that feeds him, just like he always does. )
It's a vibrator. ( snappy, matter-of-fact, as if to say: there's nothing more to it than that, is there?
but the experimental push and feel of the buttons on the base tells him that it does take, at least, some familiarization. one for the vibration of the larger part, one for the vibration of the stupid little rabbit ears. his lips threaten to curl in dismay; pressing the buttons again just seems to rev up the speed, and there is a light sheen of embarrassment as he silently holds each button down, killing the movement in each piece respectively. well, whatever. it's not like it took that much to get used to it.
he's not an idiot, which means that even as bakugo's spread himself out on the bed, he knows it won't be that easy. with the vibrator in one hand, he moves towards where he'd dumped his jacket, jaw set as he rifles around to find a bottle of lube that's unflavored, water-based, something that he thinks won't cause them any trouble. how the hell did he get from hunting devils to hunting for lubricant? it's embarrassing--and for good measure, he snags a box of condoms, just in case, moving towards the bed so that he can line up all the items on the side table like an offering.
his head tilts, a considering, silent stare: )
You won't be comfortable this way. ( one of his hands lifts, gesturing out with an open palm--ever the nag. ) Lay down properly. Do you want me to take your pants off?
( he's trying not approach this clinically, but it's hard--inexperience wars with his usual attitude, making it hard to even look at bakugo's face, now, focused instead on trailing down the length of his body, assessing. )
no subject
It's a vibrator. ( snappy, matter-of-fact, as if to say: there's nothing more to it than that, is there?
but the experimental push and feel of the buttons on the base tells him that it does take, at least, some familiarization. one for the vibration of the larger part, one for the vibration of the stupid little rabbit ears. his lips threaten to curl in dismay; pressing the buttons again just seems to rev up the speed, and there is a light sheen of embarrassment as he silently holds each button down, killing the movement in each piece respectively. well, whatever. it's not like it took that much to get used to it.
he's not an idiot, which means that even as bakugo's spread himself out on the bed, he knows it won't be that easy. with the vibrator in one hand, he moves towards where he'd dumped his jacket, jaw set as he rifles around to find a bottle of lube that's unflavored, water-based, something that he thinks won't cause them any trouble. how the hell did he get from hunting devils to hunting for lubricant? it's embarrassing--and for good measure, he snags a box of condoms, just in case, moving towards the bed so that he can line up all the items on the side table like an offering.
his head tilts, a considering, silent stare: )
You won't be comfortable this way. ( one of his hands lifts, gesturing out with an open palm--ever the nag. ) Lay down properly. Do you want me to take your pants off?
( he's trying not approach this clinically, but it's hard--inexperience wars with his usual attitude, making it hard to even look at bakugo's face, now, focused instead on trailing down the length of his body, assessing. )