[While he intends to play the role in the spirit, he refuses to play it to the letter. No fucking subservient captain of the guards meekly approaching his master full of reverence. Hell no! He's out there making sure no shitty criminal or threat can get one damn foot on the estate while Keita's in here lounging around in his underwear and bathrobe?! He'll be the one calling the shots tonight on principle, dammit! And that means driving his master into the bed until he's good and satisfied.
Even if Bakugo finds himself smirking slightly when he notices his companion slightly breaking character. Heh, not as good on the acting as he thought. What, didn't foresee this coming? (A running needle he'll always bug Keita about.) It vanishes when fingers hook in his collar and give him a tug forward, bringing both knees onto the bed now.]
No. But you might. [Implying he would've woken him up, or kept him from going to sleep, if he had been. Bakugo tilts his head to the side as one button springs open, relaxing the chokehold on his neck and baring some of his throat to Keita when the second one breaks free around his hand. Fuck, he should hurry that up. Well if he's gonna take his damn time on the buttons, Bakugo starts working at his boots via one toe dug into the back of the other heel. Right, like that works on boots. He cusses under his breath and reaches back, trying to get to his footwear without bringing said footwear onto the bed, while still keeping his neck in reach of Keita's hands.
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Even if Bakugo finds himself smirking slightly when he notices his companion slightly breaking character. Heh, not as good on the acting as he thought. What, didn't foresee this coming? (A running needle he'll always bug Keita about.) It vanishes when fingers hook in his collar and give him a tug forward, bringing both knees onto the bed now.]
No. But you might. [Implying he would've woken him up, or kept him from going to sleep, if he had been. Bakugo tilts his head to the side as one button springs open, relaxing the chokehold on his neck and baring some of his throat to Keita when the second one breaks free around his hand. Fuck, he should hurry that up. Well if he's gonna take his damn time on the buttons, Bakugo starts working at his boots via one toe dug into the back of the other heel. Right, like that works on boots. He cusses under his breath and reaches back, trying to get to his footwear without bringing said footwear onto the bed, while still keeping his neck in reach of Keita's hands.
Newsflash: this does not work.]