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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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( the laughter is there, threatening, a shimmer in his gaze before he lets it drown there, not bothering to offer it breath. whatever it is about bakugou that makes him so--ornery, he's not tempted to ruin a perfectly acceptable solution to his shitty problem by pissing him off more. instead, he concerns himself with the foreign bottle, lips flattening into a line of displeasure as he pops the cap and a bit of lube bubbles over the lip of it, already sliming its way down the side. unfortunately, there's no way around it, really: this is going to end up being absurdly messy, for someone who tries to keep things in a neat little line, it's disappointing. with a slow breath, he shifts, forcing himself to sit up in order to make use of both of his hands. otherwise, it would be nearly impossible.
it's only as he sits up, bent at the middle, that he realizes he's being looked at--and where he might normally snap at someone for it, he keeps quiet, only barely narrowing his gaze at bakugou in challenge before he looks back at the bottle. it's not like he's going to begrudge him for it; he'd looked bakugou over in the same way. his hair swings, soft around his jaw, tempted to pull it back behind his ear--but he's already pooling lube into his palm, clenching his fingers into the puddle of it as though to smear it around. his thumb moves, rubs over his knuckles, splotching it between his fingers. )
I just figured maybe you were always ready for this sort of thing.
( a tease, really, though his voice is its usual soft flatness, quiet; the only hint is the way his lips twitch, like he wants to smile and bites it back. )
You seem like the type who would have many partners.
( --which is about as close to a compliment as he's going to manage, from someone saying they'd kick him out of bed for being boring. which he is.
so he shifts, turning, putting his weight onto bare knees so that he can straddle one of bakugou's thighs between them; the capped bottle gets dropped to the bed, where it slides in against bakugou's side, and he uses his elbow as pressure to force bakugou onto his back again, leaning over him. then it's his clean palm, instead, flattened to bakugou's chest, using him for balance as he twists his slick hand in between bakugou's legs. thoughtful, he reaches to curl his palm in around his cock, first--sliding up the shape of it, like he's curious, squeezing up and off at the head to run two fingers down the underside.
his expression is almost impassive; he's focused on one of the scars etched into bakugou's skin, gaze swimming there, distant, as he feels over the curve of his sac, cupped lightly around it and down again, a slick index finger that splits his cheeks apart in pursuit and hooks a fingertip in past the rim. it's only there that his gaze lifts, a tilt of his head; he tries to shake a little hair away from his cheek as his finger slides in further, testing. )
[for someone who looks like he wouldn't know a joke if it bit him in the ass, a flicker of amusement in aki's eyes shines through clearly. enough to stir a twitch in his hand as if tempted to grab the nearest pillow and slam it into his face. nothing comes of either and he relaxes his fingers onto the bed again. is he really gonna do this? let someone he barely knows finger him and use a damn toy right after? ... apparently. aki's already reached this point and he's demanded the guy buck up and get on with it. though, watching his expression twitch tiny tells of irritation as he messes with the slick substance on his fingers is funny. the corners of his eyes crimp slightly as the lid slings a bit of previously-used lube, a slight set at the back of his jaws as he's forced to sit up and use both hands, lips firming and pursing when a droplet oozes down onto his knuckles.]
You're gonna get that all over if you fuck around with it enough. [a fair warning, maybe tilted enough in taunt. fingers slowly drum against cushioned comforter, red eyes lingering on the man's body as he waits for him. handsome, quiet, focused, trained and toned, makes him wonder what aki did for a living back home. he hardly addresses his challenging glare, interest instead in picking out little details on his partner. the way his hair parts just barely at the top of an ear, or hangs lush to his jaw for a faint outline. distracting himself from the slimy squicking sounds of aki lubing his fingers up with a fisting pool in his palm.]
WHAT?! You wanna repeat that shit?! [does he look like some cheap whore ready to dick down at any time?! aki's getting a few "kicks" to the back and sides for his teasing assery! way to backhand compliment him right on the fucking jaw!] I've got standards, Topknot!
[he's getting more... some are one offs, some are multiples, no one's steady. he's not sure he'll ever have someone here who reaches the last part. not even sure if he wants to. at least aki's not keeping his silence and being a stick in the mud. at his expense. he drops his leg, or gets it batted away, as the hunter turns and promptly traps his strong thigh between his knees. he doesn't hesitate to shift his leg, knee tenting up behind the other man's glutes and-- without breaking eye contact --deliberately lifts his thigh to rest against the apex of aki's legs. paybacks for an elbow digging into his chest and putting him on his back.] Watch it.
[don't elbow him in the damn scar. it's still fresh. replacing it with his hand reveals the hero's heart's pounding within his ribs, a mix of interest, arousal, anxious, anticipation. a low breath escapes his lips and he tugs his head up so he can stare down the sculpted length of his torso, eyes narrowing as aki's hand vanishes behind his twitching arousal and opened legs. his free one spreads to the side on instinct, hooking at his knee when warm fingers wrap around his dick. a low grunt escapes his mouth, hips lifting into his touch, an impressive stretch of inches and girth throbbing against his fingers and palm. like a damn sculpture, winding up the shaft and exploring his shape before pinching at his head and earning a sharp gasp. he presses his thigh firmly to the inside of aki's thighs, nuzzling at his hanging balls and sensitive skin as if trading for that stroke along his urethra tract.]
You're pretty focused... [eyes trained on his scars, clashing with a hand cupping at his sac until the smooth skin shifts with his orbs inside and is left glossy from lubrication before they'd dropped to hang against his perineum. he barely get the strange sensation of a finger playing between his glutes before-] unf... [-right past the clenching ring. only a fingertip, dipping inside all slick and slender, but he tightens around it without thinking. further in, first joint, second... his cock jumps against his adonis belt, precum beading at the tip, heated muscles inside squeezing smooth and flexing as aki bottoms out at the knuckle.] S'fine... I'm not made of glass.
( it's not clinical at all--he realizes it, with the way that bakugou moves, with the tent of his knee up between his own legs. he hadn't considered that at all, hadn't considered that bakugou would touch him, while being touched, or that he would do anything but lay there and take it; obviously he's not going to say that out loud, though the temptation is there. he might be able to get away with pissing him off with his fingers buried inside of him, but he doesn't want to take that bet. instead, his lips part with a slow breath, like he's only just realizing that his own arousal might become a part of this: that his interest is hard to hide, now, given that they've done away with all their clothes. it matters less to him, as usual, than the mission at hand--the important part is to use the toy, use it on bakugou, use it until he gets off. anything else around that is collateral damage.
the words make his gaze unlock, like bakugou's turned a key--shifting, it slides to stare down at his face, instead, as though fighting against his own worries, his own bashfulness. if he can't look at him while he's doing this, that serves as some kind of weakness, doesn't it?
with a pursing of his lips-- ) I know you're not made of glass.
( a flicker of blue eyes down, purposefully dancing along the nearest scar, and then back up again. )
But you've broken apart enough times to be.
( still, he knows what's being asked of him, which means that he's shifting, twisting his hand enough to drag his finger back, despite the tighter clench that bakugou makes around it; two fingers in is just like the first, a slow descent to his knuckles and then back again, stretching the muscle there more carefully, like it's less about speed and more about success. the last thing he wants to do is have to push harder on the toy than necessary--which is why, after a thoughtful breath, he pushes in a third finger, curving them together for a little more width.
naturally, he's working his breath to steady as he continues, though this time when his head tilts, it's a curious lance of his gaze across bakugou's expression, the words parted only slightly with the effort of his fingers working inside him. )
Are you--afraid of anything? ( apparently he's not going for sexy talk, instead just airing out his curiosities--in his opinion, that's bakugou's fault for being scattered with so many egregious scars that he has to ask. ) You don't seem like--you are.
[doesn't need to say anything. even that stoic impassive face flickers telltale signs of response. a twitch at the corner of his brow when his thigh skims along the inside of aki's upper legs. the curve at the back of his jaw tightening to set his teeth and keep a gentle breath in as his balls brush against his skin. hips subtly shift forward from his knee pushing just so at rounded glutes, whether from avoidance or sensitivity he can't tell. but he's not against it. paybacks for trapping his limb anyways. red eyes hood halfway under the shadow of his choppy bangs, wandering from one tell to the other. lips parted with a low exhale, unable to hide his own growing arousal as it lifts between aki's legs and reaches for his lower rung of abs. damn. something about seeing a composed and calm guy doing his damnest not to give away how turned on he is, when obvious proof's right there in front of him. as if he's gonna let him get away with this without his own damn orgasm.
he wants him to look. dammit. snapping into his mind when his words suddenly cock aki's attention out of vapid staring and into paying attention to him. wants aki to see him and look at what he's doing to him. the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths, abs hardening as a finger nudges towards its second joint in his clenching rim. wants to know he's the reason behind that impressive member standing fully hard against aki's adonis belt and their clothes lying all over the floor. he expected a response. didn't entirely expect the kind he got. blue eyes dropping, locking into his scar, an answer before he meets his gaze again. in response, his chest twitches up with ah flippant scoff.]
I've broken myself over and over and over. All to get stronger. So I can win. This crap's just one more step on the ladder. [telling aki he doesn't have to worry and treat him like a fragile cracked bowl. the man shifts, his hand twist, his finger pulls backwards, and--] ngh! [--he clenches around it stubbornly, surprised at how much he wanted it to stay in there. no time to snarl more than a quivering upper lip before aki's introducing two digits to his rim, twin uneven bumps prodding for a second until his body gives way and his chest arches with a harsher gasp.] -fuck! [they're in, both of them, stretching him open and pushing slicked velvet around him. nails, first joint, skin, second joint, skin, knuckles, slotted between his cheeks and pressing to his hole.
he grips at the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets, leg sliding back and forth between aki's thighs in a counterbalance of touch to touch. third finger! it burns and he pulls his head to the side, teeth grit and teeth bared in a snarl over his own shoulder. head flares in his cheeks, pink blooming under his eyes, and he instinctively spreads his free leg further on the bed to alleviate some pressure. balls dropping between his thighs and resting on he perineum as his body seizes up around aki's fingers. dammit, it feels this good already, this strange at the same time. those three things curl inside his tunnel and he arches his chest up, spine bowing from the bed with a sharper exhale. only falling down once he eases his fingers back out a bit. brows knit together, then lift as relief drifts across his face, a hard cringe easing into smooth.
at least until aki decides to ask that banger of a fucking question.] Who the hell asks that during a fuck?! Of course I'm not! [he is, he's human, but he hides it well.] Tch. Fear's admitting you might lose.
( 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. )
[aki better be careful, his calf twitches in eager intent to kick his stupid smile right back into aki's skull. half because it's taunting him, half because it looks weird on his face. as if he dragged it out of an attic and beat it for dusting. asking him if he fears something. what the fuck? fear's an excuse. an excuse to avoid or protect, to get stronger or charge course, confront or retreat. not an option. losing over fear's cowardly. makes him wonder what this guy's deal is, whether aki's felt fear enough to haul his life back or surge forward in the face of it. scars litter strong definitions, both suggesting the man's seen his share of battles and struggles. piquing attraction enough to get him into this heated mess on the sheets. he reminds him of someone from home, but won't dwell on that. thinking of someone else during sex is a real shitty thing.]
Ngh! [a shout dies in his throat, chest hardening in a traded grunt. fuck, he's gonna start drilling those damn fingers inside him all of a sudden? hole burning in a freezing heat as it clenches around aki's digits, warping from circle to oblong in effort to stay as stuck in contact with his skin as possible. he drives his un-tented heel into the bed, trying to alleviate some of his rising pleasure so it doesn't rip more embarrassing noises out of his throat.]
Didn't- fuck -think you did! [who the hell looks at aki and expects his blase visage to spit foul perversions during a fuck? fingertips curl and his spine curves up from the bed as if the hunter's the one who hooked his back into the air. heat blooms in his stomach, his thigh quivers between aki's legs, both jaws lock together-! and he flattens with a gasp as fingers slowly ease out of his body and leave with a lewd squelch before his ring tightens back up. fuck, the worst part is, he misses them already. one elbow jabs into the bed and he pushes himself up enough to watch aki plug the stupid pink rod from its half-collapsed prop against his heaving stomach. had to be pink, didn't it...]
You're making a mess. [he doesn't sound as annoyed as he could be, torn between irritation and amusement as aki one hands the toy with splatters of lube all over its shaft and bulbous head, flecking his inner thighs and buttocks with more slick drops. making sure everything's coated, he's a thorough one, huh. he curls his lower lip over his teeth and bites down lightly on the plush as aki levels the head between his cheeks like a damn billiards player lining up a shot. one touch and he tenses, trapped leg planting his foot on the hunter's calf for some semblance of mutual support. pressure, denting his hole inward a lot more than a damn finger. muscles stretch and spread slowly over its curvature, wrinkled circle easing into a smoother round. it burns and strains in an uncomfortable way, like pulling a muscle wrong, feels strange, a bite of pain and heat as the tip reaches halfway inside. holy shit- his cock twitches hard, precum spurts onto his flexing abs, both legs notching up at the knees (one putting some pressure on aki's balls accidentally) and a sudden-] Guh! Fuck, it's in, dammit!
[-barks out that, well, with a slick wet 'pop' ... it's definitely in.]
( his gaze narrows, a pinprick on bakugou's expression, and this time he feels like he has the space to be smug-- )
Of course it's in. ( he says, and there's that hint of amusement in his voice, a little warmer than it should be; still, just to be sure, his eyes fall down across bakugou's chest, dipping between his legs, and it's about there, where his gaze centers in on the bulbous head of the stupid vibrator, clamped inside bakugou's hole, that he feels that knee brushing, too close, a pressure that pinches up and pins his balls between his own body and bakugou's knee--
his thighs tense, immediately on edge, because the last time he had a knee between his legs: well, it hadn't ended the way he'd thought it would, and no one ever gets over that painful feeling, like having the wind kicked out of aching lungs. as if in retaliation, he pushes further, and bakugou's rim stretches around the width of the vibrator, ushering more of it inside. it's a squelching sort of sound, the silicone spread with sticky lubricant, pressed in, and his lips purse, a hollowed breath as he drags it out again, just to the tip, to push it in again. barely gets any further, but he's making a little progress--his head tilts, a glance to bakugou's cock, and back between his legs again, bemused.
he's going to get kicked in the head for this one, but-- )
You like it. ( matter-of-fact; his hand presses in again, a gentle pressure at the back of the toy, urging it in even further--then it's back again, forward again, slowly wriggling and stretching bakugou around it in interest. ) You like it a lot.
( a lidded gaze, brushed over bakugou's features, like he's content with it--like at least, if nothing else, he's doing something that bakugou enjoys, and it's oddly pleasurable, seeing bakugou enjoy it, watching his lips tortured between his teeth, the heat in his cheeks, the hazy glare of his gaze and the tightening of his cock, smearing precum in a sticky puddle at his stomach; he can't deny that he likes it, either, that just watching someone experience this kind of pleasure makes him harder than he thought he would be, something of an embarrassment.
with another soft breath, he tilts his head to watch bakugou again, questioning: )
[this goddamn bastard- fuck, it's hard to keep his breathing measured when his lungs plunge both hands up behind his ribs and heave. pain and heat scour through his hips, combined with a really weird feeling pervading through everything. and aki's up there smirking down at him with damn amusement dripping out the corner of his voice. makes him want to kick a leg up and plant his heel in his stupid face. eyes drag down his tensing chest and flexing abs, blooming a hotter flush of pink down his neck from embarrassment and arousal. this bastard's looking at him, drinking in the sight with a gaze both studious and lewd.
the only escape he's got is his leg pressed up between aki's own, noticing through the haze of his own sensations how the hunter tightens up. duh, what kind of guy likes the threat of getting kneed in the nuts? yet he's so damn warm, the way his thighs harden on either side of his knee, his balls drawing up slightly towards his perineum sliding the soft pouch along the top of his lower thigh. he deliberately eases his leg down, not enough to take away the pressure, but relinquishes enough to avoid threatening and trade for a slow nuzzle. all to earn himself the "reward" of that damn pink thing getting pushed further inside.]
Ah- Shit! [stretching him open more, pressing his rim inward as it sticks and clings to the slick silicone nudging its way into his depths. wider, a few bumps of texture squelching a bit, rippling the puckered circle now stretched nigh smooth around its clashing color. he drops his head hard on the pillow, grinding it backwards into the material, teeth gritting hard enough to bare between his curled lips. god, it feels so strange. there's pain, there's fullness, there's a freezing sensation of being stabbed, until aki slowly eases it out and fucking hell the relief's intense. his leg sinks an full inch below the hunter's balls, heel skidding on the sheets between the other man's calves.]
Shut up- [clipped, tight, and more breathless than he fucking wants. all because aki's pushing the damn thing back in. little more than nudging the head in and out of him, making his rim burn and stretch as he adjusts to the sensations. this would be a lot more humiliating if the guy had still been in his damn clothes. half of him can't believe he's got a damn boner over the strange feelings, but he's not an idiot. he knows how this works... and it's not horrible. ever so slowly starting to feel less painful. stretching him, massaging, the withdraws sing a low glow of pleasure compared to the tighter strain of penetration.] You want me to kick your teeth in?
[hard to sound as threatening like this, cheeks flooded rouge, red eyes half-lidded under his bangs, fingers curling and twisting in the sheets on either side of his head as he works his leg up and down at the knee simply to keep some motion and alleviate the sensations. precum drips onto his stomach, leaking between his abs and making a pool in his navel, only for an occasional droplet to ooze out the side and down his oblique with enough hard breaths. a quick tug wrenches his hand from the sheet, and he reaches up across the space, fingertips finding aki's dick and deliberately running them over his hardened length. making sure the guy knows he's well aware of that damn interest.] I already told you... I can handle... anything you throw at me.
( 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. )
[a flex of muscle, hardened bicep- is this bastard gonna stop him from trying to touch?! instinct clashes with ability and his hand gets to stay. he can thank aki propping himself up with one arm for giving him not only an amazing view of the other man leaning over him, but keeping his arm busy outside that damn vibrator. hot success rushes through his veins, prompts a breathless grunt of amusement from his chest, as he turns his hand, drags his fingers over the head of aki's arousal with his tips slipping behind his glans' rim. he likes it, telltale shoulders bunching upward and chest tightening around a half-caught breath. he wonders if the man's ever felt this before; he hadn't before coming into this stupid sex-drenched gold cage. being someone else's first time would be strange. part of him remains conflicted about tumbling into bed with some guy knows shit about; the other part of him's determined to make sure aki remembers him above every other person going forward. to make his first impression the best impression. and he intends to wrench more of those hot sounds out of the hunter's throat.]
Having... trouble focusing? [he can't help taunting him despite being in a precarious position. aki's winded voice sounds amazing, but it's his breath suddenly hitching in his mouth. dammit, he'd just be getting used to in and out; who the fuck said aki could stop?! muscles bulge beneath his skin as he jams an elbow onto the bed and pushes up, curling his body at the stomach with every intention of seeing what the hell the guy's delaying on-
*click*
--!?] Agh-
[silk hisses, fucking burns his elbow from slipping so fast out under him. what the hell-!? knowing a vibrator vibrates means fuck all when it's actually doing that inside! his eyes widen, mouth falls open, fingers desperately grabbing at the bedding beneath him. not even a high level shudder and his entire body's going crazy. nerve pop and yell, pointing out how weird and good it feels at once. he can- fuck... he can handle this! just... just has to- until the guy flicks up the intensity. he throws his head back with a yelp, sweat beading on his forehead and collar. instincts press his leg hard on aki's thigh, foot grinding at his calf, as if he's trying to yank backwards and drag himself right off the fucking thing!
precum strands stretch between his fingers and aki's cock as he jerks his hand to the hunter's thigh. tight, hard, grabbing at him for some kind of support and brace to keep him right fucking there. feels like his stomach's twisting on itself, his hips can't decide if his ass is on fire or freezing, he wants to cum instantly and isn't sure he's able to either. strange pleasure strums the cords in his thighs and ripples visibly across his abs as his dick jerks above his groin. another sensation adds itself to the mix, two pinpoints compared to something bigger and deeper. goddamn- aki's probably smirking like a bastard up there. a low growl, or a groan, lurches from his mouth as he thrashes his head to the side and angrily seizes the pillow cover between his teeth. seething, husking, saliva collecting on his tongue. jaws tighten, biting down to give himself some control before he finally gets strength enough to crack open one wet-glazed eye and aim it towards his partner.]
...ph... phuck kyuu- [literal pillow talk. he managed to form two words, but damn did it take a while. hips struggle with a direction, twitching upward before dropping into the sheets, legs tightening around aki's thighs for another attempt at distracting himself. god... was... was it supposed to feel this stupidly good? it was WEIRD up until now!]
( the pleasure he gets from seeing bakugou writhe underneath him seems to war with the odd, lingering sensation of disappointment; that hand moves from his cock to his thigh, smearing his own interest there without permission, and his tongue flattens over his lower lip, like it wipes away some of that smug pleasure, some of that haughty hubris. beneath him, bakugou's body is tensing, shifting, pushing and pulling against the sheets like he might just peel himself away entirely, run and claw up the headboard and slink out from the pressure of the vibrator entirely. but he's surprisingly well trained, laying there despite it all--despite the way that he can feel the vibrator through his grip on it, rattling around the thin, slender bones of his fingers as he clutches at it. he's not one to force it too soon: he waits for bakugou's limits to expand, waits for him to get used to a little more, before he pushes forward, waits, snags it back a half inch to nestle it in again.
even that curse is a little funny; it's muffled between wet fabric, muffled there between his teeth, where bakugou's nagged his mouth into the pillow--his lips split with one raw, real smile, teased between shallow breath, before he recognizes the odd sensation on his face, and tries to wipe it away. bakugou's squirming helps: his own hips tense, like they want the feeling back but don't quite know how to ask for it.
it doesn't matter. the point of the whole thing is this--where his hand pushes, wags and nuzzles the head of the vibrator in further, until it feels like that's all that bakugou is willing to give; the bunny ears flick and nuzzle, teased in towards his sac, humming and roving around with gentle, tender circles. )
You don't have to talk if it's too much for you. ( he says softly, a little smug, despite himself--and rather than give bakugou the opportunity, he slides himself down, skin brushed to the top of bakugou's naked thigh; he uses his free hand to pivot, to hold bakugou's legs apart at the knee, to wedge himself down between them, rather than stretched out against him. there's some relief there, at least, that the twitch of his own erection is left between his thighs, rather than the mercy of bakugou's clenched fingers, as his knees bend to hold his weight there, spread out beneath bakugou's legs as though he's propping him up.
maybe like he's there for some other reason, really, except the vibrator is still stubbornly pushed where he might go, and his free hand is now clamped down on bakugou's pelvis, holding one side of his hip down to the sheets. )
Is it too much for you? ( he's more sure of himself, now that there's a little more space--and part of that, honestly, is his own brand of kindness; if bakugou's muffling himself into pillowcases, then maybe it's best to put this space between them, and not work to overwhelm him. ) Tell me to stop if it is.
[it's deliberate (he says in his mind), trading his hand from aki's dick to his thigh. no more column of pulsing flesh beating between his curled fingers, feeling each treacherous beat of pleasure through his member as he tried getting his mind around reality. instead he's slathering evidence of aki's interest all over his own skin, fingertips widening in a splay across long bunched cords of muscle, thumb gripping meat hard enough to dent into his complexion. it feels good, every little piece of evidence aki's enjoying this despite being at war with whatever inhibitions struggle their hold in lines across his mind. the man's got his hand on the end of a dildo shoved up another guy's ass and he's the one with a fucking hard-on because of it. glass beads of precum welling on the tip of his interested cock now free to drool down its length towards his balls barely brushing the blonde's thigh aki's so willingly mounted. some part of him wondered if the hunter would finally break, pull back, give up with a "i'm done" snap and grunt before he had to admit he actually likes this. instead, he pushes the toy in further and fuck is it tempting to kick his stupid face in reaction!
his abs tighten without his permission, crunching inward as his skin sinks across and between each individual cut groove. breath sucked in, hips twitching upward more on one side thanks to a damn brute saddling his thigh on the other. a thigh he continues incessantly pushing up and nuzzling against aki's balls whenever his flushing brain can remember to send a signal to it. head turned slightly, teeth snagging pillow case material, a line of drool starting to soak into fabric, and his sharp red eyes still lock onto a bare flicker of curve on aki's face. a smile, sincere and aroused, amused and interested. bastard. now he's trying to clam back up and all he can do is writhe on the bed each time a pink perverted wand wiggles around inside his ass. pushing it in further, sending a freezing stab of pain and strangeness shooting up his body so hard his eyes widen and his mouth falls open with a sharp yelp of surprise. what the hell just stretched open in there?! or was that all because of those two dumb pairs of plastic "ears" nuzzling into his own sac, vibrating right up the cords into his groin until he's torn between cumming and pissing. fucked-up shitty toy pushing too many buttons at the same damn time!]
Sh-shut up! Guh-! ha-ahh... ngh- ni... can handle this! [cracking and panting like he fucking can't. pressure against his thigh, he instinctively drops his knee and stretches his leg further to spare aki's orbs. until the man's repositioned enough to grip at knee and push his legs apart, spreading open on either side to flank the hunter's body between his thighs. toes curl on the left, dragging at the sheets and alternating with his heel grinding to the bed. ankle pops on the right as his leg's abandoned hovering in the air just above aki's ass as he slots himself down comfortable in his personal space. he snares one knee with his fingers, squeezing in a death grip as moving his legs sends lightning snapping through his spine. muscles harden, the cords of his neck stand out with one grunt and choked-back yelp after another until aki's finally done moving them both. with his legs now thrown over top the hunter's thighs in an arched drape, knees brushing at his obliques and the tendons beneath them cradling his pelvic curves. right before a hand catches his hips and pins him to the bed, earning a visible spurt of crystal-clear precum lancing from his dick to slap into the mess all over his glistening stomach.]
Mo... move like that... again... and I'll fucking kill you- [fire, ice, lighting, pain, stretch, jolt, burn, freeze, spark, felt like everything in the world was exploding in his body through the entire torturous heavenly process. how the hell do some people get manhandled while they're getting fucked?! aki barely shuffled his legs around and he was gonna blow his load, scream, or pass out all in one eternal second!! whap! flushed face, panting breath, saliva on his lips, sex-blown eyes, hooded lids, sweating face, all that's ignored in favor of reaching between his own v-straddled thighs and slapping his hand onto aki's chest. doesn't have direct "threat" to his balls anymore, but he's dropping his hand, dragging wet lines down his diaphragm as sweat smears beneath his palm's heel and knuckles. over the hills of his stomach, until the underside of his forearm's nuzzled wet against his own throbbing erection, and he's once more able to wrap his hand around aki's dick. slushing precum and perspiration together into a soaking coating. can't jerk him off from this position, but he can manhandle him a bit instead.] When then hell... did I.. tell you to stop?
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it's only as he sits up, bent at the middle, that he realizes he's being looked at--and where he might normally snap at someone for it, he keeps quiet, only barely narrowing his gaze at bakugou in challenge before he looks back at the bottle. it's not like he's going to begrudge him for it; he'd looked bakugou over in the same way. his hair swings, soft around his jaw, tempted to pull it back behind his ear--but he's already pooling lube into his palm, clenching his fingers into the puddle of it as though to smear it around. his thumb moves, rubs over his knuckles, splotching it between his fingers. )
I just figured maybe you were always ready for this sort of thing.
( a tease, really, though his voice is its usual soft flatness, quiet; the only hint is the way his lips twitch, like he wants to smile and bites it back. )
You seem like the type who would have many partners.
( --which is about as close to a compliment as he's going to manage, from someone saying they'd kick him out of bed for being boring. which he is.
so he shifts, turning, putting his weight onto bare knees so that he can straddle one of bakugou's thighs between them; the capped bottle gets dropped to the bed, where it slides in against bakugou's side, and he uses his elbow as pressure to force bakugou onto his back again, leaning over him. then it's his clean palm, instead, flattened to bakugou's chest, using him for balance as he twists his slick hand in between bakugou's legs. thoughtful, he reaches to curl his palm in around his cock, first--sliding up the shape of it, like he's curious, squeezing up and off at the head to run two fingers down the underside.
his expression is almost impassive; he's focused on one of the scars etched into bakugou's skin, gaze swimming there, distant, as he feels over the curve of his sac, cupped lightly around it and down again, a slick index finger that splits his cheeks apart in pursuit and hooks a fingertip in past the rim. it's only there that his gaze lifts, a tilt of his head; he tries to shake a little hair away from his cheek as his finger slides in further, testing. )
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You're gonna get that all over if you fuck around with it enough. [a fair warning, maybe tilted enough in taunt. fingers slowly drum against cushioned comforter, red eyes lingering on the man's body as he waits for him. handsome, quiet, focused, trained and toned, makes him wonder what aki did for a living back home. he hardly addresses his challenging glare, interest instead in picking out little details on his partner. the way his hair parts just barely at the top of an ear, or hangs lush to his jaw for a faint outline. distracting himself from the slimy squicking sounds of aki lubing his fingers up with a fisting pool in his palm.]
WHAT?! You wanna repeat that shit?! [does he look like some cheap whore ready to dick down at any time?! aki's getting a few "kicks" to the back and sides for his teasing assery! way to backhand compliment him right on the fucking jaw!] I've got standards, Topknot!
[he's getting more... some are one offs, some are multiples, no one's steady. he's not sure he'll ever have someone here who reaches the last part. not even sure if he wants to. at least aki's not keeping his silence and being a stick in the mud. at his expense. he drops his leg, or gets it batted away, as the hunter turns and promptly traps his strong thigh between his knees. he doesn't hesitate to shift his leg, knee tenting up behind the other man's glutes and-- without breaking eye contact --deliberately lifts his thigh to rest against the apex of aki's legs. paybacks for an elbow digging into his chest and putting him on his back.] Watch it.
[don't elbow him in the damn scar. it's still fresh. replacing it with his hand reveals the hero's heart's pounding within his ribs, a mix of interest, arousal, anxious, anticipation. a low breath escapes his lips and he tugs his head up so he can stare down the sculpted length of his torso, eyes narrowing as aki's hand vanishes behind his twitching arousal and opened legs. his free one spreads to the side on instinct, hooking at his knee when warm fingers wrap around his dick. a low grunt escapes his mouth, hips lifting into his touch, an impressive stretch of inches and girth throbbing against his fingers and palm. like a damn sculpture, winding up the shaft and exploring his shape before pinching at his head and earning a sharp gasp. he presses his thigh firmly to the inside of aki's thighs, nuzzling at his hanging balls and sensitive skin as if trading for that stroke along his urethra tract.]
You're pretty focused... [eyes trained on his scars, clashing with a hand cupping at his sac until the smooth skin shifts with his orbs inside and is left glossy from lubrication before they'd dropped to hang against his perineum. he barely get the strange sensation of a finger playing between his glutes before-] unf... [-right past the clenching ring. only a fingertip, dipping inside all slick and slender, but he tightens around it without thinking. further in, first joint, second... his cock jumps against his adonis belt, precum beading at the tip, heated muscles inside squeezing smooth and flexing as aki bottoms out at the knuckle.] S'fine... I'm not made of glass.
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the words make his gaze unlock, like bakugou's turned a key--shifting, it slides to stare down at his face, instead, as though fighting against his own worries, his own bashfulness. if he can't look at him while he's doing this, that serves as some kind of weakness, doesn't it?
with a pursing of his lips-- ) I know you're not made of glass.
( a flicker of blue eyes down, purposefully dancing along the nearest scar, and then back up again. )
But you've broken apart enough times to be.
( still, he knows what's being asked of him, which means that he's shifting, twisting his hand enough to drag his finger back, despite the tighter clench that bakugou makes around it; two fingers in is just like the first, a slow descent to his knuckles and then back again, stretching the muscle there more carefully, like it's less about speed and more about success. the last thing he wants to do is have to push harder on the toy than necessary--which is why, after a thoughtful breath, he pushes in a third finger, curving them together for a little more width.
naturally, he's working his breath to steady as he continues, though this time when his head tilts, it's a curious lance of his gaze across bakugou's expression, the words parted only slightly with the effort of his fingers working inside him. )
Are you--afraid of anything? ( apparently he's not going for sexy talk, instead just airing out his curiosities--in his opinion, that's bakugou's fault for being scattered with so many egregious scars that he has to ask. ) You don't seem like--you are.
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he wants him to look. dammit. snapping into his mind when his words suddenly cock aki's attention out of vapid staring and into paying attention to him. wants aki to see him and look at what he's doing to him. the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths, abs hardening as a finger nudges towards its second joint in his clenching rim. wants to know he's the reason behind that impressive member standing fully hard against aki's adonis belt and their clothes lying all over the floor. he expected a response. didn't entirely expect the kind he got. blue eyes dropping, locking into his scar, an answer before he meets his gaze again. in response, his chest twitches up with ah flippant scoff.]
I've broken myself over and over and over. All to get stronger. So I can win. This crap's just one more step on the ladder. [telling aki he doesn't have to worry and treat him like a fragile cracked bowl. the man shifts, his hand twist, his finger pulls backwards, and--] ngh! [--he clenches around it stubbornly, surprised at how much he wanted it to stay in there. no time to snarl more than a quivering upper lip before aki's introducing two digits to his rim, twin uneven bumps prodding for a second until his body gives way and his chest arches with a harsher gasp.] -fuck! [they're in, both of them, stretching him open and pushing slicked velvet around him. nails, first joint, skin, second joint, skin, knuckles, slotted between his cheeks and pressing to his hole.
he grips at the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets, leg sliding back and forth between aki's thighs in a counterbalance of touch to touch. third finger! it burns and he pulls his head to the side, teeth grit and teeth bared in a snarl over his own shoulder. head flares in his cheeks, pink blooming under his eyes, and he instinctively spreads his free leg further on the bed to alleviate some pressure. balls dropping between his thighs and resting on he perineum as his body seizes up around aki's fingers. dammit, it feels this good already, this strange at the same time. those three things curl inside his tunnel and he arches his chest up, spine bowing from the bed with a sharper exhale. only falling down once he eases his fingers back out a bit. brows knit together, then lift as relief drifts across his face, a hard cringe easing into smooth.
at least until aki decides to ask that banger of a fucking question.] Who the hell asks that during a fuck?! Of course I'm not! [he is, he's human, but he hides it well.] Tch. Fear's admitting you might lose.
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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. )
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Ngh! [a shout dies in his throat, chest hardening in a traded grunt. fuck, he's gonna start drilling those damn fingers inside him all of a sudden? hole burning in a freezing heat as it clenches around aki's digits, warping from circle to oblong in effort to stay as stuck in contact with his skin as possible. he drives his un-tented heel into the bed, trying to alleviate some of his rising pleasure so it doesn't rip more embarrassing noises out of his throat.]
Didn't- fuck -think you did! [who the hell looks at aki and expects his blase visage to spit foul perversions during a fuck? fingertips curl and his spine curves up from the bed as if the hunter's the one who hooked his back into the air. heat blooms in his stomach, his thigh quivers between aki's legs, both jaws lock together-! and he flattens with a gasp as fingers slowly ease out of his body and leave with a lewd squelch before his ring tightens back up. fuck, the worst part is, he misses them already. one elbow jabs into the bed and he pushes himself up enough to watch aki plug the stupid pink rod from its half-collapsed prop against his heaving stomach. had to be pink, didn't it...]
You're making a mess. [he doesn't sound as annoyed as he could be, torn between irritation and amusement as aki one hands the toy with splatters of lube all over its shaft and bulbous head, flecking his inner thighs and buttocks with more slick drops. making sure everything's coated, he's a thorough one, huh. he curls his lower lip over his teeth and bites down lightly on the plush as aki levels the head between his cheeks like a damn billiards player lining up a shot. one touch and he tenses, trapped leg planting his foot on the hunter's calf for some semblance of mutual support. pressure, denting his hole inward a lot more than a damn finger. muscles stretch and spread slowly over its curvature, wrinkled circle easing into a smoother round. it burns and strains in an uncomfortable way, like pulling a muscle wrong, feels strange, a bite of pain and heat as the tip reaches halfway inside. holy shit- his cock twitches hard, precum spurts onto his flexing abs, both legs notching up at the knees (one putting some pressure on aki's balls accidentally) and a sudden-] Guh! Fuck, it's in, dammit!
[-barks out that, well, with a slick wet 'pop' ... it's definitely in.]
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Of course it's in. ( he says, and there's that hint of amusement in his voice, a little warmer than it should be; still, just to be sure, his eyes fall down across bakugou's chest, dipping between his legs, and it's about there, where his gaze centers in on the bulbous head of the stupid vibrator, clamped inside bakugou's hole, that he feels that knee brushing, too close, a pressure that pinches up and pins his balls between his own body and bakugou's knee--
his thighs tense, immediately on edge, because the last time he had a knee between his legs: well, it hadn't ended the way he'd thought it would, and no one ever gets over that painful feeling, like having the wind kicked out of aching lungs. as if in retaliation, he pushes further, and bakugou's rim stretches around the width of the vibrator, ushering more of it inside. it's a squelching sort of sound, the silicone spread with sticky lubricant, pressed in, and his lips purse, a hollowed breath as he drags it out again, just to the tip, to push it in again. barely gets any further, but he's making a little progress--his head tilts, a glance to bakugou's cock, and back between his legs again, bemused.
he's going to get kicked in the head for this one, but-- )
You like it. ( matter-of-fact; his hand presses in again, a gentle pressure at the back of the toy, urging it in even further--then it's back again, forward again, slowly wriggling and stretching bakugou around it in interest. ) You like it a lot.
( a lidded gaze, brushed over bakugou's features, like he's content with it--like at least, if nothing else, he's doing something that bakugou enjoys, and it's oddly pleasurable, seeing bakugou enjoy it, watching his lips tortured between his teeth, the heat in his cheeks, the hazy glare of his gaze and the tightening of his cock, smearing precum in a sticky puddle at his stomach; he can't deny that he likes it, either, that just watching someone experience this kind of pleasure makes him harder than he thought he would be, something of an embarrassment.
with another soft breath, he tilts his head to watch bakugou again, questioning: )
You think you can handle it if I turn it on?
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the only escape he's got is his leg pressed up between aki's own, noticing through the haze of his own sensations how the hunter tightens up. duh, what kind of guy likes the threat of getting kneed in the nuts? yet he's so damn warm, the way his thighs harden on either side of his knee, his balls drawing up slightly towards his perineum sliding the soft pouch along the top of his lower thigh. he deliberately eases his leg down, not enough to take away the pressure, but relinquishes enough to avoid threatening and trade for a slow nuzzle. all to earn himself the "reward" of that damn pink thing getting pushed further inside.]
Ah- Shit! [stretching him open more, pressing his rim inward as it sticks and clings to the slick silicone nudging its way into his depths. wider, a few bumps of texture squelching a bit, rippling the puckered circle now stretched nigh smooth around its clashing color. he drops his head hard on the pillow, grinding it backwards into the material, teeth gritting hard enough to bare between his curled lips. god, it feels so strange. there's pain, there's fullness, there's a freezing sensation of being stabbed, until aki slowly eases it out and fucking hell the relief's intense. his leg sinks an full inch below the hunter's balls, heel skidding on the sheets between the other man's calves.]
Shut up- [clipped, tight, and more breathless than he fucking wants. all because aki's pushing the damn thing back in. little more than nudging the head in and out of him, making his rim burn and stretch as he adjusts to the sensations. this would be a lot more humiliating if the guy had still been in his damn clothes. half of him can't believe he's got a damn boner over the strange feelings, but he's not an idiot. he knows how this works... and it's not horrible. ever so slowly starting to feel less painful. stretching him, massaging, the withdraws sing a low glow of pleasure compared to the tighter strain of penetration.] You want me to kick your teeth in?
[hard to sound as threatening like this, cheeks flooded rouge, red eyes half-lidded under his bangs, fingers curling and twisting in the sheets on either side of his head as he works his leg up and down at the knee simply to keep some motion and alleviate the sensations. precum drips onto his stomach, leaking between his abs and making a pool in his navel, only for an occasional droplet to ooze out the side and down his oblique with enough hard breaths. a quick tug wrenches his hand from the sheet, and he reaches up across the space, fingertips finding aki's dick and deliberately running them over his hardened length. making sure the guy knows he's well aware of that damn interest.] I already told you... I can handle... anything you throw at me.
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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. )
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Having... trouble focusing? [he can't help taunting him despite being in a precarious position. aki's winded voice sounds amazing, but it's his breath suddenly hitching in his mouth. dammit, he'd just be getting used to in and out; who the fuck said aki could stop?! muscles bulge beneath his skin as he jams an elbow onto the bed and pushes up, curling his body at the stomach with every intention of seeing what the hell the guy's delaying on-
*click*
--!?] Agh-
[silk hisses, fucking burns his elbow from slipping so fast out under him. what the hell-!? knowing a vibrator vibrates means fuck all when it's actually doing that inside! his eyes widen, mouth falls open, fingers desperately grabbing at the bedding beneath him. not even a high level shudder and his entire body's going crazy. nerve pop and yell, pointing out how weird and good it feels at once. he can- fuck... he can handle this! just... just has to- until the guy flicks up the intensity. he throws his head back with a yelp, sweat beading on his forehead and collar. instincts press his leg hard on aki's thigh, foot grinding at his calf, as if he's trying to yank backwards and drag himself right off the fucking thing!
precum strands stretch between his fingers and aki's cock as he jerks his hand to the hunter's thigh. tight, hard, grabbing at him for some kind of support and brace to keep him right fucking there. feels like his stomach's twisting on itself, his hips can't decide if his ass is on fire or freezing, he wants to cum instantly and isn't sure he's able to either. strange pleasure strums the cords in his thighs and ripples visibly across his abs as his dick jerks above his groin. another sensation adds itself to the mix, two pinpoints compared to something bigger and deeper. goddamn- aki's probably smirking like a bastard up there. a low growl, or a groan, lurches from his mouth as he thrashes his head to the side and angrily seizes the pillow cover between his teeth. seething, husking, saliva collecting on his tongue. jaws tighten, biting down to give himself some control before he finally gets strength enough to crack open one wet-glazed eye and aim it towards his partner.]
...ph... phuck kyuu- [literal pillow talk. he managed to form two words, but damn did it take a while. hips struggle with a direction, twitching upward before dropping into the sheets, legs tightening around aki's thighs for another attempt at distracting himself. god... was... was it supposed to feel this stupidly good? it was WEIRD up until now!]
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even that curse is a little funny; it's muffled between wet fabric, muffled there between his teeth, where bakugou's nagged his mouth into the pillow--his lips split with one raw, real smile, teased between shallow breath, before he recognizes the odd sensation on his face, and tries to wipe it away. bakugou's squirming helps: his own hips tense, like they want the feeling back but don't quite know how to ask for it.
it doesn't matter. the point of the whole thing is this--where his hand pushes, wags and nuzzles the head of the vibrator in further, until it feels like that's all that bakugou is willing to give; the bunny ears flick and nuzzle, teased in towards his sac, humming and roving around with gentle, tender circles. )
You don't have to talk if it's too much for you. ( he says softly, a little smug, despite himself--and rather than give bakugou the opportunity, he slides himself down, skin brushed to the top of bakugou's naked thigh; he uses his free hand to pivot, to hold bakugou's legs apart at the knee, to wedge himself down between them, rather than stretched out against him. there's some relief there, at least, that the twitch of his own erection is left between his thighs, rather than the mercy of bakugou's clenched fingers, as his knees bend to hold his weight there, spread out beneath bakugou's legs as though he's propping him up.
maybe like he's there for some other reason, really, except the vibrator is still stubbornly pushed where he might go, and his free hand is now clamped down on bakugou's pelvis, holding one side of his hip down to the sheets. )
Is it too much for you? ( he's more sure of himself, now that there's a little more space--and part of that, honestly, is his own brand of kindness; if bakugou's muffling himself into pillowcases, then maybe it's best to put this space between them, and not work to overwhelm him. ) Tell me to stop if it is.
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his abs tighten without his permission, crunching inward as his skin sinks across and between each individual cut groove. breath sucked in, hips twitching upward more on one side thanks to a damn brute saddling his thigh on the other. a thigh he continues incessantly pushing up and nuzzling against aki's balls whenever his flushing brain can remember to send a signal to it. head turned slightly, teeth snagging pillow case material, a line of drool starting to soak into fabric, and his sharp red eyes still lock onto a bare flicker of curve on aki's face. a smile, sincere and aroused, amused and interested. bastard. now he's trying to clam back up and all he can do is writhe on the bed each time a pink perverted wand wiggles around inside his ass. pushing it in further, sending a freezing stab of pain and strangeness shooting up his body so hard his eyes widen and his mouth falls open with a sharp yelp of surprise. what the hell just stretched open in there?! or was that all because of those two dumb pairs of plastic "ears" nuzzling into his own sac, vibrating right up the cords into his groin until he's torn between cumming and pissing.
fucked-up shitty toy pushing too many buttons at the same damn time!]
Sh-shut up! Guh-! ha-ahh... ngh- ni... can handle this! [cracking and panting like he fucking can't. pressure against his thigh, he instinctively drops his knee and stretches his leg further to spare aki's orbs. until the man's repositioned enough to grip at knee and push his legs apart, spreading open on either side to flank the hunter's body between his thighs. toes curl on the left, dragging at the sheets and alternating with his heel grinding to the bed. ankle pops on the right as his leg's abandoned hovering in the air just above aki's ass as he slots himself down comfortable in his personal space. he snares one knee with his fingers, squeezing in a death grip as moving his legs sends lightning snapping through his spine. muscles harden, the cords of his neck stand out with one grunt and choked-back yelp after another until aki's finally done moving them both. with his legs now thrown over top the hunter's thighs in an arched drape, knees brushing at his obliques and the tendons beneath them cradling his pelvic curves. right before a hand catches his hips and pins him to the bed, earning a visible spurt of crystal-clear precum lancing from his dick to slap into the mess all over his glistening stomach.]
Mo... move like that... again... and I'll fucking kill you- [fire, ice, lighting, pain, stretch, jolt, burn, freeze, spark, felt like everything in the world was exploding in his body through the entire torturous heavenly process. how the hell do some people get manhandled while they're getting fucked?! aki barely shuffled his legs around and he was gonna blow his load, scream, or pass out all in one eternal second!! whap! flushed face, panting breath, saliva on his lips, sex-blown eyes, hooded lids, sweating face, all that's ignored in favor of reaching between his own v-straddled thighs and slapping his hand onto aki's chest. doesn't have direct "threat" to his balls anymore, but he's dropping his hand, dragging wet lines down his diaphragm as sweat smears beneath his palm's heel and knuckles. over the hills of his stomach, until the underside of his forearm's nuzzled wet against his own throbbing erection, and he's once more able to wrap his hand around aki's dick. slushing precum and perspiration together into a soaking coating. can't jerk him off from this position, but he can manhandle him a bit instead.] When then hell... did I.. tell you to stop?