( the immediate, kneejerk reaction, as stupid as it is--is to slap bakugou's hand away, but he's already trying to measure his weight on one arm, the other hand occupied, movement flexing the vibrator in and out of his hole; the shiver that latches his shoulders together, forces his breath to compress and narrow in his chest, is only because of bakugou's fingertips, a lewd movement that he's never felt before, never even considered feeling before. sex isn't really something that's ever been on the forefront of his mind: it lives in the peripheries, dragged out into the open every once in awhile by some lewd comment from himeno, denji, or both. what's the point of the experience, of enjoying something when his life is all about something else? death would come sooner than he would, certainly. but here he is, smothered into some love hotel bed with a guy he barely knows--and a foreign hand on his dick, making it obvious that he's hard, and bakugou knows it.
fucker. there's a faint tick of his breath, almost a laugh, but he doesn't want to let it out. )
Anything, then. ( he agrees, his voice quiet, a little wheezed with breath--and there he pauses, wrist a dull movement if only so that he can rearrange his grip on the toy. his thumb presses down, feeling for the ribbed rise of the buttons, and without warning, he turns on the main vibration, the setting low, just fast enough that he can feel it working through his own hand, and bakugou's insides, all the same.
he waits, a moment, poised: adjusting, before he flicks on the next. he would have waited a little, maybe even fucked bakugou in with just the one part vibrating, as though to slowly work up to it--but if bakugou wants the challenge, who is he to deny him? lips pursed, it's the little pink bunny ears that turn on next, vibrating, rolling in a slow circle as he braces his palm to the base and pushes in again.
this time, there's both more resistance and more acceptance at the same time--the vibrator works a little deeper, but he can feel bakugou's walls clench in around it, and he sits, waits, lets the toy work against his grip before he dips it in further. )
Like this? ( softly, as he cranes his gaze back down to bakugou's face--intent, calculating. ) Faster? More? Say something.
( it's definitely a tease: because he expects it's likely hard for bakugou to even formulate the words to start. )
no subject
fucker. there's a faint tick of his breath, almost a laugh, but he doesn't want to let it out. )
Anything, then. ( he agrees, his voice quiet, a little wheezed with breath--and there he pauses, wrist a dull movement if only so that he can rearrange his grip on the toy. his thumb presses down, feeling for the ribbed rise of the buttons, and without warning, he turns on the main vibration, the setting low, just fast enough that he can feel it working through his own hand, and bakugou's insides, all the same.
he waits, a moment, poised: adjusting, before he flicks on the next. he would have waited a little, maybe even fucked bakugou in with just the one part vibrating, as though to slowly work up to it--but if bakugou wants the challenge, who is he to deny him? lips pursed, it's the little pink bunny ears that turn on next, vibrating, rolling in a slow circle as he braces his palm to the base and pushes in again.
this time, there's both more resistance and more acceptance at the same time--the vibrator works a little deeper, but he can feel bakugou's walls clench in around it, and he sits, waits, lets the toy work against his grip before he dips it in further. )
Like this? ( softly, as he cranes his gaze back down to bakugou's face--intent, calculating. ) Faster? More? Say something.
( it's definitely a tease: because he expects it's likely hard for bakugou to even formulate the words to start. )