[Bakugo stretches his arms over his head, elbows pulling straight and shoulders popping after a few seconds of strain. They relax on the bed as Keita looks down at him, content to watch the man give him a few more once overs.] Haa?! Don't you dare start doubting me now, baka! [Bakugo arches his chest into Keita's hand, muscles hardening as fingers skirt across his skin and settle on his nipple. A brief pinch earns a low grunt, lower lip curling between his teeth, and his body hardens up when Keita's hand traces further down.] I've never disappointed you before.
[Riling him up before he tackles Keita to the bed? He's done that before. It's tempting to shuck his own pants faster than the man's doing and reverse these positions immediately. Cords in his neck tense as he swallows down his urge, red eyes narrowing and a low growl bubbling in his throat as he silently dare Keita to take longer than necessary to strip him. He's doing his damnest not to think about the cameras rolling around them, focusing on Keita's touch, voice, and face instead.
Bakugo brings his arms down and jabs his elbows into the bed, sitting up a bit when Keita pulls his pants down. A jerk of button and yank of zipper finally fans the material open and shucks them further. He tugs a knee up, strong thighs flexing with the motions as he pulls his leg from the tube of fabric. Boxer briefs and pants in one go, his bare hips dropping back on the bed after arching up to let him sweep them off. Fuck, that feels better.] C'mere.
[And quickly pulls Keita on top of him, deliberately using his open kimono to momentarily hide them from the camera.]
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[Riling him up before he tackles Keita to the bed? He's done that before. It's tempting to shuck his own pants faster than the man's doing and reverse these positions immediately. Cords in his neck tense as he swallows down his urge, red eyes narrowing and a low growl bubbling in his throat as he silently dare Keita to take longer than necessary to strip him. He's doing his damnest not to think about the cameras rolling around them, focusing on Keita's touch, voice, and face instead.
Bakugo brings his arms down and jabs his elbows into the bed, sitting up a bit when Keita pulls his pants down. A jerk of button and yank of zipper finally fans the material open and shucks them further. He tugs a knee up, strong thighs flexing with the motions as he pulls his leg from the tube of fabric. Boxer briefs and pants in one go, his bare hips dropping back on the bed after arching up to let him sweep them off. Fuck, that feels better.] C'mere.
[And quickly pulls Keita on top of him, deliberately using his open kimono to momentarily hide them from the camera.]