( the answer, as testy as it is, actually makes him smile--and he doesn't hold it back, feeling his lips stretch to meet the shape of it. it looks like something that he rarely wears, and maybe that's because he rarely meets someone with the same sort of bullheaded passion that he has, deep down: that failure isn't an option, that fear is admitting you might lose. even if it's his life on the line, even if he has to give it up to accomplish it--none of that matters, and the fact that it's taking some stranger in a multidimensional love hotel of sorts to match his determination feels funny, in some way, like some kind of sordid irony. this is the last place that he wants to be, and yet he's found someone who understands him better than most of the people back home could even hope to try.
but it's true, too: who the hell asks that during sex? unbidden, his breath escapes in a raspy chuckle through his nose, like he just can't help himself; his wrist twists, another gentle probe forward with the ring of his fingers, arching further inside bakugou without warning. )
Sorry, do you want me to be talking sexy? ( he waits a beat, his weight shifting, a curl of his fingertips up before straightening them back out again. ) I don't do dirty talk.
( but his perversely good mood seems to be prevailing, at least, when he draws his hand back, careful of the stubborn tightness around his knuckles; by the time he's curled his hand back, popped free of that ring of muscle, he's reaching it upward, snagging the atrociously pink vibrator off bakugou's stomach to slowly haul it down. between his legs, there's another sticky puddle of lubricant, some of it dribbled onto the sheets, some of it errantly flicked onto bakugou's inner thighs--he's still doing this one-handed, smearing the shaft generously.
with a roll of his eyes, annoyed, he has to tear his gaze off bakugou's heated face, looking down instead to make sure that he's thoroughly slicking up all parts of the damn toy, before he shifts, adjusts, holds the base and twists until the cold head of the vibrator presses pointedly to bakugou's hole, though he doesn't turn the power on just yet. instead, curious, he watches, at least as much as he can, as he eases and shifts and rocks the vibrator inside, letting just the tip of it fit for a moment, allowing bakugou's body to react before he tries going farther. if he positions it right, he thinks those stupid bunny ears will end up nestled around bakugou's sac; but he'll have to see how much bakugou squirms, first. )
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but it's true, too: who the hell asks that during sex? unbidden, his breath escapes in a raspy chuckle through his nose, like he just can't help himself; his wrist twists, another gentle probe forward with the ring of his fingers, arching further inside bakugou without warning. )
Sorry, do you want me to be talking sexy? ( he waits a beat, his weight shifting, a curl of his fingertips up before straightening them back out again. ) I don't do dirty talk.
( but his perversely good mood seems to be prevailing, at least, when he draws his hand back, careful of the stubborn tightness around his knuckles; by the time he's curled his hand back, popped free of that ring of muscle, he's reaching it upward, snagging the atrociously pink vibrator off bakugou's stomach to slowly haul it down. between his legs, there's another sticky puddle of lubricant, some of it dribbled onto the sheets, some of it errantly flicked onto bakugou's inner thighs--he's still doing this one-handed, smearing the shaft generously.
with a roll of his eyes, annoyed, he has to tear his gaze off bakugou's heated face, looking down instead to make sure that he's thoroughly slicking up all parts of the damn toy, before he shifts, adjusts, holds the base and twists until the cold head of the vibrator presses pointedly to bakugou's hole, though he doesn't turn the power on just yet. instead, curious, he watches, at least as much as he can, as he eases and shifts and rocks the vibrator inside, letting just the tip of it fit for a moment, allowing bakugou's body to react before he tries going farther. if he positions it right, he thinks those stupid bunny ears will end up nestled around bakugou's sac; but he'll have to see how much bakugou squirms, first. )