Uh-huh. [So he can swiftly deny that crap and cut it off! It's awkward as fuck when someone he barely knows starts acting sappy around him, saying things that make his hairline bristle and-- even worse --his skin flush across his face. Doesn't need people thinking he's some kind of softie who gets flustered over a few stupid flirts. Who the hell's gonna see that and associate him with a strong hero who never lets something ruffle him?! ... Maybe one day he'll figure out sex doesn't need "heroes" in it.
A small growl rumbles in his throat when Kizuna dares to order him around.] Don't tell me what to do. [While simultaneously tightening his grip around the man's lower back and leaning against the chair behind him to give him some freedom to move. He arches onto the ball of his foot, deliberately tending a knee to prop it towards Kizuna's spine, something to brace against while he works at his shirt. All the while watching with more-rapt-than-he-should attention as the man unbuttons his shirt in front of him. Even if it's just a single one.
Those body chains he saw hinted at the start lie fully bared now, accenting the man's chest and stomach beneath their metal drizzle. Hmph, not a shy bone in this guy's body, even if the blazer's curtaining the farther sides of his chest.] You're gonna taste like a fork.
[Oh yeah, totally ragging on his fancy decorations as he leans in and brushes some of those danging metal works to the side with his nose so Bakugo can get his mouth onto the man's chest. Not even a kiss to start, but rather a graze of teeth and hot breath scraping down the front of his sternum.]
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A small growl rumbles in his throat when Kizuna dares to order him around.] Don't tell me what to do. [While simultaneously tightening his grip around the man's lower back and leaning against the chair behind him to give him some freedom to move. He arches onto the ball of his foot, deliberately tending a knee to prop it towards Kizuna's spine, something to brace against while he works at his shirt. All the while watching with more-rapt-than-he-should attention as the man unbuttons his shirt in front of him. Even if it's just a single one.
Those body chains he saw hinted at the start lie fully bared now, accenting the man's chest and stomach beneath their metal drizzle. Hmph, not a shy bone in this guy's body, even if the blazer's curtaining the farther sides of his chest.] You're gonna taste like a fork.
[Oh yeah, totally ragging on his fancy decorations as he leans in and brushes some of those danging metal works to the side with his nose so Bakugo can get his mouth onto the man's chest. Not even a kiss to start, but rather a graze of teeth and hot breath scraping down the front of his sternum.]