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[Kizuna's not wrong about him. Ball of gunpowder with only a spark away from going off. Luckily explosions tend not to last long; weather it and he calms down until the next one. Bakugo eyes the other man with a measured gaze, noting the way he seems to mellow within the air around him. Someone who's either used to such things or takes them as they come. He'll do fine in the hotel with that sort of attitude. But simultaneously, not someone he instantly clocks as a fellow "lets bust the fuck outta here" guest.]
It didn't last long.
[Scoffed dismissively, throwing the experience out the proverbial window. He leans back in his chair, red eyes taking a quick sweep of the table. Nothing really on it save for the luxurious felt surface and a raised border to contain rattling die. Compared to Kizuna's metal drizzled white, it's a clash. Each person passing behind him cuts his pristine silhouette for a moment before back to melting into the busy backdrop.]
Hmph. [If he's giving a pass like that... Bakugo leans his forearm on the table and holds his hand out for the die.] I'm going first.
[ That comment seems to make the corners of his mouth curl deeper, as if Kizuna is taking that as a benchmark and also somewhat of a dare. He does like to play the game, even when it doesn't benefit him, when it pushes the limits of what someone might consider self-preservation; resistance only gives so much room for information. Though it's not without its place, all the same. Maybe he just has a natural fondness for terrible attitudes, for blonde and unforgiving red —
Kizuna reaches across the table to deposit the dice in his awaiting palm, fingertips brushing just so against its breadth. ]
Kagami Kizuna. [ He leans back, head canting. ] The table's all yours.
[ His gaze does cut to the box as he waits for him to roll. ]
Though it seems like this isn't your first game of the day.
[the thread was dropped, rip conclusion Bakugo drums his fingers on the table surface, eyes narrowing as the dice get dropped into his palm. Takes more time than necessary to lay them in there. Kizuna's fingers find the other guy's palm is surprisingly tough-skinned. Worn so from enduring years of explosions thanks to his Quirk. Which he'll probably see at some point in his interactions with Bakugo. He curls his fingers at the end, briefly catching Kizuna's fingertips on purpose before pulling his hand and the dice back. Then palms them a few times before looking at the options.
Ugh, does his face fall. These bastards. There's even more selections this time, dammit! His luck... And throws the dice onto the surface, felt-muffled rattling purring across as they bounce and roll. As for the box, it's something lewd, considering the little bird logo on the top cleverly incorporates a dick in the design. Perverts.]
A-10. B-8.
[And with the key, that means... Chomping down on his ear.]
Shut up. Roulette's got the best chance to win money, but you get this crap along the way.
[ A hum dances in his chest, a light enough sound that it tapers off into an easy laugh once the dice reveal their task. ]
That's just the nature of gambling, wouldn't you say? Generally speaking.
[ Not that they've had a lot of choice in the matter, and he is sympathetic to that. Not everyone is capable of stepping in and out of their own skin to play the game like he has, not everyone's boundaries are so malleable. Kizuna thinks of Maya, and how he'd likely also hate it, lash out. Some people are just meant to stand firm, even if paints them in an unkind light.
Kizuna scoots his chair out some, smiling as he lifts both his hands to tuck the curls of his bangs back behind his ears. Bite ear... seems simple enough. Not gross. Innocuous, even, in a place that showers them in sex toys. Gold chains shift and twinkle as he moves. ]
Now, you get to choose. Here, [ He taps his unadorned right ear with a shift of his head. ] or here.
[ His left lobe is pierced when he turns the opposite way, the thick silver hoop catching the light. ]
[All he receives in return is a chaste "hmph" and glowering at the dice. It's not the worst combination; considering what's available, more embarrassing things are possible.]
I know how gambling works. This place is the problem.
[Living in a world obsessed with luxury, sex, and bonds, exclusive of whatever people might feel about that combination. They don't have much choice, albeit an illusion of it with some wriggle room for the stubborn and petulant. Bakugo's left occasionally wondering how his classmates or teachers might react to being here. Midnight-sensei would likely find it quite amusing, minus the kidnapping part. Aizawa would hate it. He hopes he never sees any of them captured within the cage.
Dull scuffing of wood over fabric breaks his thoughts and Bakugo glances up at the man across from him. Right. Unless they wanna lean across the table like some secret-sharing middle schoolers... He pushes himself up with a huff and rounds the table while Kizuna plays with his hair. Baring an ear amid a backdrop of clinks and twinkling chains.]
Huh, they don't look like spiral bound notebooks.
[Mild taunting over the sheer gaudy around the man's neck compared to only a single steel-hued ring in the one. Bakugo plants a hand on the table to brace as he leans forward, eyes closing in a casual i'm too cool expression, and captures the man's upper shell between his teeth. Yeah, the dice say bite it, but... knowing this place, he lingers on the captured flesh, and runs the tip of his tongue across it. Enough to make the nerves buzz. Then opens his mouth and blows a short, soft, cool breath though pursed lips as added "oomph" to the whole thing.]
[ All in all... it's pretty cool, actually. Golden eyes flickered aside, he smiles in invitation. Kizuna can feel it, the tumult of his emotions as they search a faraway familiarity before schooling forward again. For his part, Kizuna plays the role assigned to him by circumstance — flowing cool and malleable in an effort to understand everything around him. Kizuna stages little resistance against anything, happy to lean into it with an easy affection. Even if it's being bitten by a stranger at the behest of some dice.
Easy, he thinks, shivering a little as teeth find their mark against the cool shell of his ear, sensitive skin marking quickly. What follows, though...
Being teased does have its own familiarity. His nerves flash. ]
Ah! [ Kizuna puffs a quiet laugh at the draw of tongue over the reddened skin, wriggling a little in his spot. ] Ahaha, that tickled...
[He didn't expect the man to suddenly fly off the handle and scream his head off. Maybe flinch at the bite and slap a hand over his ear to rub it because it feels fucking weird. But he does none of these things, instead sits with a calm expression on his face and a side-eye glance as annoying as it is piquing. Either he's used to this kind of thing, or has some training in handling bullshit situations. Including physical ones.
Until the very end. Bakugo scoffs as he leans back, lips quirking at the corner. So someone does get started after all. It wasn't called for, but now he's fucking smug about his choice.]
I'll remember that. [And heads back to his seat, slouching down into it and bracing his shin against the edge of the table. A quick nudge sends the dice rolling towards Kizuna's side to take a turn.] Go for it.
Hmn. Will you? [ Kizuna singsongs, taking that as more of a challenge than a threat. Whatever his predilections or limits are, he wears the flair of this place like a second skin. His fingers do continue to caress over the heated dampness of his ear just a little more as Bakugo returns to his seat, long enough for the dice to come rolling back at him. ] Planning on another lucky roll? Or...
[ Snatching up the dice with flick of a slender wrist, he gives them a good shake and sends them clattering across the felt board. ]
Do you want to see me again after this?
[ When they land, he stands to look at the numbers. A-4. B-7. Suck neck, huh? Leaving that question rhetorical, he rounds the table. ]
Roll. [Maybe it was both. This guy's taken to the resort easily enough. Bakugo rests one hand in his pocket, the other drumming his fingers on the table in a quiet mixture of temperance and impatience. Watching the man's finger play over the wet curve of his ear niggles at his mind. It was just a simple bite and lick, dammit! Why the hell's it playing out in his tactile mind over and over?! Clicking his tongue in annoyance and dismissing effort, he drops his leg and leans forward.]
What's your idea of a "lucky roll" with these stupid dice?
[Maybe hitting the man's kinks, but he's not about to say that aloud. Bakugo drops his forearm on the felt surface as a slight brace, shoulders rounded slightly in a watchful ready.]
I don't want to see anyone get trapped here. [Blunt and simple. He has a major issue with people, places, things, whatever the fuck, kidnapping innocent individuals from their homes. If he sees Kizuna after this trial, it means the man's been captured to stay.
Great. Incoming hickey. Bakugo lifts until his back's to the chair, giving the man his open options.] If you are... make me wanna see you again, if you can.
[ Though sure, that might not be lucky so much as convenient for his participation. As much as a place like this will allow, anyway. Kizuna's empathy feels it, youthful indignance and pride mixed with... a profound sense of justice. It's a compelling mix. A familiar one that touches on the more tender parts of his heart that he keeps hidden low in a place like this, all lust and debauchery.
Fingertips trailing across the wooden rim of the table on approach, Kizuna's gaze brightens in the wake of that statement. ]
Are you sure? [ With Bakugo's shoulders squared against the back of the chair, Kizuna takes the opportunity to just sit down side-saddle on his lap. He's tall but slender enough, not overly dense or heavy. One arm curls about his shoulders. ] If I do that, you might not be able to stay away from me.
Hmph. [Cheeky. Luck or convenience, it doesn't matter. Bakugo accepted this game, something he would've blasted across the room in furious refusal several months ago. Fuck, has he changed that much over the weeks? Refusing to accept this place's control over him, stubbornly digging his heels in, playing by his own rules and participating when he wanted, and now he's sitting next to a guy preparing vampire his neck as if it's a game of checkers.
Fucking perverted peacock.
Red eyes linger on the man's fingertips, listening to the gentle husk of skin across lacquered wood. Tch, he's doing that on purpose, isn't he.] Don't make me rep-- OY!
[What the hell?! Wide-eyed, head twitched back, surprise splashed all over his face. Who the hell plunks their ass down on a lap like a damn horse rider?! A glare slides up towards the man's grinning face, strong shoulders flexing under his jacket and a bare snarl hinting at his upper lip. Instead of blasting him across the room, Bakugo changes his cupped hand from threatening posture to abruptly snagging the other guy around the waist, looped across his thighs.]
[ Kizuna realizes fast that he's playing with fire, with a nurtured, instinctual kind of violence. But he's never been able to help himself, even under unforgiving scrutiny — or, perhaps, because of it... maybe it's unfair of him to juxtapose this situation with one that he knows, but he is a creature of feeling, one who so soften gives in to the sway of his heart. Being in the Peacock isn't easy, no, but it's manageable. Especially like this. ]
Ehh... [ An incredulous noise flutes from his throat as he's all but bucked into Bakugo's grasp, leaning into the clutch of his arms as if that's what he'd wanted all along. ] It's not a threat.
[ He seems almost hurt at the accusation, but it's steeped in flirtation, a prelude to the way Kizuna leans in to nose across his jawline, breath pluming warm and low. His opposite hand rises to steady on his cheek, fingers loosely cupped. There is room to break free of him, but Kizuna is trusting him not to for the sake of the game. Craning in, Kizuna brushes his mouth up the strong column of his neck, a smile flicked into the texture of his skin, the band of muscle there. ]
It's a promise, you know?
[ Kizuna parts his lips, raking the flats of his teeth over Bakugo's pulse point. Just enough to feel skin raise as he seals his lips over it, soothing it back down with a soft suck of his tongue. ]
[This guy's smart. He sees it in his eyes. Picking up little pieces and trying to understand him even before they've done anything past sit a a table and have one roll of some stupid die between them. Dangerous? Could be, if he wanted to put his insight towards it. Bakugo's kept a wary air around him during his time here, not wanting to let people get too close, and having zero intention of making "friends" like this stupid bird wants them to. Doesn't mean he's been successful at that effort...]
Even worse. [What the hell's he gonna do with a "might" when he could be counting on obliterating this guy's expected allure? Bumping a knee up with one strong prop of his foot onto the ball, he makes sure to subtly lock Kizuna further into his lap. Then again, this guy's not ugly... Wouldn't mind a repeat if he's worth it.
Bakugo doesn't believe that "hurt" for a second, eyes lidding and head tilting to the side. His skin warms beneath Kizuna's nose wandering along his bone, nerves prickling under heated vapor ghosting at his throat. A hand captures his face, fingers close to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly, lips baring an attempt to capture Kizuna's thumb between his teeth. Six months ago, he'd have left this guy a smoking outline in the wall. Now, a heated mouth skims his throat and Bakugo growls around the man's captured thumb. His SCM tenses beneath Kizuna's smile.]
Hn, that's better. [Give him something to look forward t-] Fuck. [Right on his jugular, pulsing in a spike of interest within his mouth. Bakugo drops his eyelids to hood, fingers curl in the man's shirt. Good luck trying to calm his heart beat by making out with his neck, man.]
[ Maybe he wants that conflagration of his heartbeat beneath his tongue to heighten. He worries at his lips with the pad of his thumb as he sucks sweetly at his neck, undaunted by the threat of teeth closed over it. His breath plumes unrestrained as he pulls himself in with a shrug of his shoulders, taking that clutch of Bakugo's fingers as an invitation to continue. It doesn't matter all that much to him, that his game partner is wanting to puzzle him out in the same manner, dim flickers of awareness lighting up through his attentions.
It makes it a little better, actually. Rolling his tongue over the spot now reddened and wet, Kizuna pops off of his neck with a pleasant heave of his lungs. Admiring his handiwork, he brushes his nose over his jawbone in a sweep of butterfly kisses, there and then gone again. Looking up, he licks his lips. ]
You taste good. [ Heat and skin-salt. ] Also...
[ Kizuna loosens his arm over his shoulders to lean aside, depending on Bakugo's stronger grip to keep him balanced in his lap. Carefully smoothing his thumb from his mouth, he reaches over to helpfully grab the dice. ]
You don't mind if I stay here, do you? It seems so inconvenient to keep going back and forth.
Fuck... [Why the hell does this feel so good? Some guy's sitting in his lap sucking a goddamn hickey on his neck and all Bakugo wants to do is grab him even closer. Fingers crush the back of Kizuna's shirt into his fist, at least beneath the jacket, and presses harder into his spine. Heat blooms across his neck, radiating from where his wet lips latch onto him. Gonna have a mark there without a question. It actually feels frozen when he pops off, pain stinging cold air until Kizuna soothes it with a few laving tongue swipes across it. Bastard better take care of the mess he just made...]
Oy, who said you could get sappy? [Growled around the thumb still caught between his teeth. Not doing a damn thing to stop those stupid nuzzles digging under his jaw. It encourages his head to the side, tilted and baring his neck until Kizuna leaves the spot alone. Hmph. He straightens his head with a scowling grump.]
Vampire. [Not really. He wraps his arm more fully around the man's back and holds him in place as he leans back over the table. Apparently not willing to let him leave his lap either. A single nip to that thumb is a farewell when it leaves.] I'll dump you on the floor the second I'm done. [Otherwise, guess Kizuna can stay. He takes the dice when dropped in his hand and palms them a few times.] Hold your hand out.
[Cause he's not gonna throw them on the table when he's got this dumbass in his lap. Having to reach around him each time. A few more rolls in his hand and he abruptly inverts it and drops the die into Kizuna's grip.
[ Words like that might grate against someone else's patience, but for Kizuna, wise to the feelings that flourish behind Bakugo's threats, they serve as encouragement. He doesn't know when to quit, always hoping for the high of someone's emotions to capitulate to him. Caught between caustic words and flaring physical reactions to him... he wonders. Which will prevail?
Kizuna is otherwise pliant in his grasp, helpfully providing the palm of his hand when asked and depositing the dice back on the table when the roll determines their next move. ]
Support me while I make it easier for you, okay?
[ Slipping his arm from around Bakugo's shoulders, Kizuna reaches down to unbutton his shirt — really, it's just one button at his middle, his top being more of a lightweight blazer. Across his chest, the body chains attached to his gaudy pearl collar twinkle and shift as he pulls them aside, exposing a wide swath of pale, unbroken skin. He leaves a little to the imagination, keeping the hems of the blazer pulled just modestly enough to cover nipples perked from the sudden exposure to the air. ]
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.]
[ 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. ]
[Tiny bumps raise on his skin against his lips and Bakugo counters them immediately with a deliberate lick. Flat and firm, pressing the width of his tongue on his chest and dragging it up over his prickled flesh. Heat and wet wipe those ripples off without an issue, leaving a glistening path behind as he reaches from the base of Kizuna's sternum to the small 'u' between his clavicles. Breaking off with a molten exhale before returning to the inner part of his right pectoral.
Teeth again, grazing a few times before his lips settle his delicate skin with a few brushes. Outright refusing to "kiss" just to be a dick due to the dice's demands. Faint metallic flavor lingers on Kizuna's skin, but it's not bad. Hasn't yet worked up a salty tang of sweat at the moment. Bakugo rounds his shoulders slightly as fingers card through his hair. Damn...]
Don't make me take a chunk out. [As if he would. Though he does press in hard enough to really get a bite on Kizuna's chest, teeth clenching around his skin and pinching it between his jaws. Leave a mark, but not bloody pain.]
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It didn't last long.
[Scoffed dismissively, throwing the experience out the proverbial window. He leans back in his chair, red eyes taking a quick sweep of the table. Nothing really on it save for the luxurious felt surface and a raised border to contain rattling die. Compared to Kizuna's metal drizzled white, it's a clash. Each person passing behind him cuts his pristine silhouette for a moment before back to melting into the busy backdrop.]
Hmph. [If he's giving a pass like that... Bakugo leans his forearm on the table and holds his hand out for the die.] I'm going first.
[Why? Because he likes being first.]
Bakugou Katsuki. Yours?
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Kizuna reaches across the table to deposit the dice in his awaiting palm, fingertips brushing just so against its breadth. ]
Kagami Kizuna. [ He leans back, head canting. ] The table's all yours.
[ His gaze does cut to the box as he waits for him to roll. ]
Though it seems like this isn't your first game of the day.
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the thread was dropped, rip conclusionBakugo drums his fingers on the table surface, eyes narrowing as the dice get dropped into his palm. Takes more time than necessary to lay them in there. Kizuna's fingers find the other guy's palm is surprisingly tough-skinned. Worn so from enduring years of explosions thanks to his Quirk. Which he'll probably see at some point in his interactions with Bakugo. He curls his fingers at the end, briefly catching Kizuna's fingertips on purpose before pulling his hand and the dice back. Then palms them a few times before looking at the options.Ugh, does his face fall. These bastards. There's even more selections this time, dammit! His luck... And throws the dice onto the surface, felt-muffled rattling purring across as they bounce and roll. As for the box, it's something lewd, considering the little bird logo on the top cleverly incorporates a dick in the design. Perverts.]
A-10. B-8.
[And with the key, that means... Chomping down on his ear.]
Shut up. Roulette's got the best chance to win money, but you get this crap along the way.
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That's just the nature of gambling, wouldn't you say? Generally speaking.
[ Not that they've had a lot of choice in the matter, and he is sympathetic to that. Not everyone is capable of stepping in and out of their own skin to play the game like he has, not everyone's boundaries are so malleable. Kizuna thinks of Maya, and how he'd likely also hate it, lash out. Some people are just meant to stand firm, even if paints them in an unkind light.
Kizuna scoots his chair out some, smiling as he lifts both his hands to tuck the curls of his bangs back behind his ears. Bite ear... seems simple enough. Not gross. Innocuous, even, in a place that showers them in sex toys. Gold chains shift and twinkle as he moves. ]
Now, you get to choose. Here, [ He taps his unadorned right ear with a shift of his head. ] or here.
[ His left lobe is pierced when he turns the opposite way, the thick silver hoop catching the light. ]
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I know how gambling works. This place is the problem.
[Living in a world obsessed with luxury, sex, and bonds, exclusive of whatever people might feel about that combination. They don't have much choice, albeit an illusion of it with some wriggle room for the stubborn and petulant. Bakugo's left occasionally wondering how his classmates or teachers might react to being here. Midnight-sensei would likely find it quite amusing, minus the kidnapping part. Aizawa would hate it. He hopes he never sees any of them captured within the cage.
Dull scuffing of wood over fabric breaks his thoughts and Bakugo glances up at the man across from him. Right. Unless they wanna lean across the table like some secret-sharing middle schoolers... He pushes himself up with a huff and rounds the table while Kizuna plays with his hair. Baring an ear amid a backdrop of clinks and twinkling chains.]
Huh, they don't look like spiral bound notebooks.
[Mild taunting over the sheer gaudy around the man's neck compared to only a single steel-hued ring in the one. Bakugo plants a hand on the table to brace as he leans forward, eyes closing in a casual
i'm too coolexpression, and captures the man's upper shell between his teeth. Yeah, the dice say bite it, but... knowing this place, he lingers on the captured flesh, and runs the tip of his tongue across it. Enough to make the nerves buzz. Then opens his mouth and blows a short, soft, cool breath though pursed lips as added "oomph" to the whole thing.]no subject
Easy, he thinks, shivering a little as teeth find their mark against the cool shell of his ear, sensitive skin marking quickly. What follows, though...
Being teased does have its own familiarity. His nerves flash. ]
Ah! [ Kizuna puffs a quiet laugh at the draw of tongue over the reddened skin, wriggling a little in his spot. ] Ahaha, that tickled...
[ Fingertips rise to brush against his ear. ]
One for you, then. Ready for the next round?
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Until the very end. Bakugo scoffs as he leans back, lips quirking at the corner. So someone does get started after all. It wasn't called for, but now he's fucking smug about his choice.]
I'll remember that. [And heads back to his seat, slouching down into it and bracing his shin against the edge of the table. A quick nudge sends the dice rolling towards Kizuna's side to take a turn.] Go for it.
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[ Snatching up the dice with flick of a slender wrist, he gives them a good shake and sends them clattering across the felt board. ]
Do you want to see me again after this?
[ When they land, he stands to look at the numbers. A-4. B-7. Suck neck, huh? Leaving that question rhetorical, he rounds the table. ]
Alright. My turn to come to you.
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What's your idea of a "lucky roll" with these stupid dice?
[Maybe hitting the man's kinks, but he's not about to say that aloud. Bakugo drops his forearm on the felt surface as a slight brace, shoulders rounded slightly in a watchful ready.]
I don't want to see anyone get trapped here. [Blunt and simple. He has a major issue with people, places, things, whatever the fuck, kidnapping innocent individuals from their homes. If he sees Kizuna after this trial, it means the man's been captured to stay.
Great. Incoming hickey. Bakugo lifts until his back's to the chair, giving the man his open options.] If you are... make me wanna see you again, if you can.
[Don't waste his interest.]
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[ Though sure, that might not be lucky so much as convenient for his participation. As much as a place like this will allow, anyway. Kizuna's empathy feels it, youthful indignance and pride mixed with... a profound sense of justice. It's a compelling mix. A familiar one that touches on the more tender parts of his heart that he keeps hidden low in a place like this, all lust and debauchery.
Fingertips trailing across the wooden rim of the table on approach, Kizuna's gaze brightens in the wake of that statement. ]
Are you sure? [ With Bakugo's shoulders squared against the back of the chair, Kizuna takes the opportunity to just sit down side-saddle on his lap. He's tall but slender enough, not overly dense or heavy. One arm curls about his shoulders. ] If I do that, you might not be able to stay away from me.
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Fucking perverted peacock.
Red eyes linger on the man's fingertips, listening to the gentle husk of skin across lacquered wood. Tch, he's doing that on purpose, isn't he.] Don't make me rep-- OY!
[What the hell?! Wide-eyed, head twitched back, surprise splashed all over his face. Who the hell plunks their ass down on a lap like a damn horse rider?! A glare slides up towards the man's grinning face, strong shoulders flexing under his jacket and a bare snarl hinting at his upper lip. Instead of blasting him across the room, Bakugo changes his cupped hand from threatening posture to abruptly snagging the other guy around the waist, looped across his thighs.]
Don't threaten me with a lame might.
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Ehh... [ An incredulous noise flutes from his throat as he's all but bucked into Bakugo's grasp, leaning into the clutch of his arms as if that's what he'd wanted all along. ] It's not a threat.
[ He seems almost hurt at the accusation, but it's steeped in flirtation, a prelude to the way Kizuna leans in to nose across his jawline, breath pluming warm and low. His opposite hand rises to steady on his cheek, fingers loosely cupped. There is room to break free of him, but Kizuna is trusting him not to for the sake of the game. Craning in, Kizuna brushes his mouth up the strong column of his neck, a smile flicked into the texture of his skin, the band of muscle there. ]
It's a promise, you know?
[ Kizuna parts his lips, raking the flats of his teeth over Bakugo's pulse point. Just enough to feel skin raise as he seals his lips over it, soothing it back down with a soft suck of his tongue. ]
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Even worse. [What the hell's he gonna do with a "might" when he could be counting on obliterating this guy's expected allure? Bumping a knee up with one strong prop of his foot onto the ball, he makes sure to subtly lock Kizuna further into his lap. Then again, this guy's not ugly... Wouldn't mind a repeat if he's worth it.
Bakugo doesn't believe that "hurt" for a second, eyes lidding and head tilting to the side. His skin warms beneath Kizuna's nose wandering along his bone, nerves prickling under heated vapor ghosting at his throat. A hand captures his face, fingers close to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly, lips baring an attempt to capture Kizuna's thumb between his teeth. Six months ago, he'd have left this guy a smoking outline in the wall. Now, a heated mouth skims his throat and Bakugo growls around the man's captured thumb. His SCM tenses beneath Kizuna's smile.]
Hn, that's better. [Give him something to look forward t-] Fuck. [Right on his jugular, pulsing in a spike of interest within his mouth. Bakugo drops his eyelids to hood, fingers curl in the man's shirt. Good luck trying to calm his heart beat by making out with his neck, man.]
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It makes it a little better, actually. Rolling his tongue over the spot now reddened and wet, Kizuna pops off of his neck with a pleasant heave of his lungs. Admiring his handiwork, he brushes his nose over his jawbone in a sweep of butterfly kisses, there and then gone again. Looking up, he licks his lips. ]
You taste good. [ Heat and skin-salt. ] Also...
[ Kizuna loosens his arm over his shoulders to lean aside, depending on Bakugo's stronger grip to keep him balanced in his lap. Carefully smoothing his thumb from his mouth, he reaches over to helpfully grab the dice. ]
You don't mind if I stay here, do you? It seems so inconvenient to keep going back and forth.
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Oy, who said you could get sappy? [Growled around the thumb still caught between his teeth. Not doing a damn thing to stop those stupid nuzzles digging under his jaw. It encourages his head to the side, tilted and baring his neck until Kizuna leaves the spot alone. Hmph. He straightens his head with a scowling grump.]
Vampire. [Not really. He wraps his arm more fully around the man's back and holds him in place as he leans back over the table. Apparently not willing to let him leave his lap either. A single nip to that thumb is a farewell when it leaves.] I'll dump you on the floor the second I'm done. [Otherwise, guess Kizuna can stay. He takes the dice when dropped in his hand and palms them a few times.] Hold your hand out.
[Cause he's not gonna throw them on the table when he's got this dumbass in his lap. Having to reach around him each time. A few more rolls in his hand and he abruptly inverts it and drops the die into Kizuna's grip.
A-10, B-3.] Open your shirt.
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Oh, do I need permission?
[ Words like that might grate against someone else's patience, but for Kizuna, wise to the feelings that flourish behind Bakugo's threats, they serve as encouragement. He doesn't know when to quit, always hoping for the high of someone's emotions to capitulate to him. Caught between caustic words and flaring physical reactions to him... he wonders. Which will prevail?
Kizuna is otherwise pliant in his grasp, helpfully providing the palm of his hand when asked and depositing the dice back on the table when the roll determines their next move. ]
Support me while I make it easier for you, okay?
[ Slipping his arm from around Bakugo's shoulders, Kizuna reaches down to unbutton his shirt — really, it's just one button at his middle, his top being more of a lightweight blazer. Across his chest, the body chains attached to his gaudy pearl collar twinkle and shift as he pulls them aside, exposing a wide swath of pale, unbroken skin. He leaves a little to the imagination, keeping the hems of the blazer pulled just modestly enough to cover nipples perked from the sudden exposure to the air. ]
Satisfactory?
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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.]
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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. ]
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Teeth again, grazing a few times before his lips settle his delicate skin with a few brushes. Outright refusing to "kiss" just to be a dick due to the dice's demands. Faint metallic flavor lingers on Kizuna's skin, but it's not bad. Hasn't yet worked up a salty tang of sweat at the moment. Bakugo rounds his shoulders slightly as fingers card through his hair. Damn...]
Don't make me take a chunk out. [As if he would. Though he does press in hard enough to really get a bite on Kizuna's chest, teeth clenching around his skin and pinching it between his jaws. Leave a mark, but not bloody pain.]
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