[ Genuine laughter bubbles in his throat in light of his commentary, the sound only seizing when Bakugo's teeth go skirting over the delicate skin of his chest. Compared to the air of the casino, his mouth burns hot against him and Kizuna's throat flutters with a gasp at the sensation of it, his arm clamping back around his shoulders to keep steady. Skin ripples at his touch, goosebumps and a flush sweeping him in unison. ]
That felt good, [ He murmurs, his opposite arm rising to sweep elegant fingers up through blonde locks in encouragement. ] so I hope the fork-taste won't slow you down too much.
[ A quiet challenge veiled by a desire for him to continue, to really use his teeth on pale, unmarked skin. ]
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That felt good, [ He murmurs, his opposite arm rising to sweep elegant fingers up through blonde locks in encouragement. ] so I hope the fork-taste won't slow you down too much.
[ A quiet challenge veiled by a desire for him to continue, to really use his teeth on pale, unmarked skin. ]