( it's rare that his attention is devoted to something other than what he's decided to focus on: which means he's stunned, a little, when he realizes that he's gotten bakugou stripped down and he's barely paid any attention to the way that he's now the one that's overdressed.
it's not because bakugou is the most stunning person he's ever seen in his life, though he's definitely stunning enough that he isn't lacking in arousal, or interest, his breath passing from parted lips in a bit of a pant from both the effort and the odd flare of desire that he usually keeps smothered down enough not to notice. but bakugou's scars are worse than the ones that he wears, bad enough that it hardly looks like he would have survived them--and what does that mean? he's already given up hope that bakugou could be from his japan, despite his name; but still, there has to be some sort of deal that bakugou has with something, somewhere, to allow him to still be breathing even with those severe scars.
he wants to touch them, feel the way they curve, try to discover without word what caused them--but there he goes, caught up in it enough that it's a frown on his features when he feels the touch, the command to strip the rest off. )
I'm boring. ( --is what he says instead, though he does lean back, shifting on the bed so that he can skid out of his dress shoes, slip out of his slacks, discard his belt and his briefs over the edge of the bed without worry; he's nothing impressive to look at, in his own opinion, but being naked doesn't matter to him, really. especially since the point of this isn't necessarily pleasure, so much as--
well, that stupid toy, which means that his weight shifts, putting himself along bakugou's side, rather than straddling over him. one hand palms the mattress, the other reaching for the vibrator; he sets it on bakugou's stomach so that he can claim the bottle of lube, next, before settling. )
But not weak or stupid. ( does that get him a half-pass? he almost smiles, the look there in his gaze and then gone again; he's carefully opening the bottle of lube, a considering glance between the toy and bakugou's face, and he's trying not to be clinical, since it pissed bakugou off, which means the words are a little quiet. ) Do you want me to stretch you, or not?
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it's not because bakugou is the most stunning person he's ever seen in his life, though he's definitely stunning enough that he isn't lacking in arousal, or interest, his breath passing from parted lips in a bit of a pant from both the effort and the odd flare of desire that he usually keeps smothered down enough not to notice. but bakugou's scars are worse than the ones that he wears, bad enough that it hardly looks like he would have survived them--and what does that mean? he's already given up hope that bakugou could be from his japan, despite his name; but still, there has to be some sort of deal that bakugou has with something, somewhere, to allow him to still be breathing even with those severe scars.
he wants to touch them, feel the way they curve, try to discover without word what caused them--but there he goes, caught up in it enough that it's a frown on his features when he feels the touch, the command to strip the rest off. )
I'm boring. ( --is what he says instead, though he does lean back, shifting on the bed so that he can skid out of his dress shoes, slip out of his slacks, discard his belt and his briefs over the edge of the bed without worry; he's nothing impressive to look at, in his own opinion, but being naked doesn't matter to him, really. especially since the point of this isn't necessarily pleasure, so much as--
well, that stupid toy, which means that his weight shifts, putting himself along bakugou's side, rather than straddling over him. one hand palms the mattress, the other reaching for the vibrator; he sets it on bakugou's stomach so that he can claim the bottle of lube, next, before settling. )
But not weak or stupid. ( does that get him a half-pass? he almost smiles, the look there in his gaze and then gone again; he's carefully opening the bottle of lube, a considering glance between the toy and bakugou's face, and he's trying not to be clinical, since it pissed bakugou off, which means the words are a little quiet. ) Do you want me to stretch you, or not?