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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ The kimono is the last piece of clothing between them and total nudity, and when Bakugo helps Keita shrug it off his shoulders, it leaves them both fully bare and pressed together. The accusation makes Keita half-smile, mysterious and a little teasing before he tips his head to the side to let Bakugo's mouth press more firmly to his throat and then his clavicle. ]
Perhaps merely thinking wasn't all I did, [ he says, his deep voice warm with amusement. Indeed, should Bakugo's fingers eventually find their way to Keita's entrance he'll find Keita already slick and partially prepped, as if the indulgent lord had laid himself out on the futon and fingered himself to thoughts of his wayward captain out in the field.
He hums under his breath next, bringing a hand up to thread through Bakugo's hair, encouraging the movements of his mouth. They leave Keita's skin feeling sensitive and tingly, earning small shivers of pleasure whenever his kisses or his tongue brush against someplace particularly enjoyable. Before long, Keita's breath is coming a little quicker, and he murmurs, ]
[He's leaving marks and not caring. Working his mouth over his neck and collar, teeth leaving bites and nips until Keita's fair skin blushes red. Latching onto his pectorals, he sucks another bloom just above his nipple, deliberately missing it to be a pain in the ass. The feeling of his skin on his own is amazing, sliding chest to stomach in his favor.]
Che, that fucking impatient. [he growls against the man's chest. Something about knowing his master wasn't willing to wait for him and still be a demanding brat when he comes in from his stupid assignment. He's gonna have to make use of his preparation and slake his own impatience the moment he gets down there. No necessary work to loosen him up.
Abandoning his chest, he drops to his stomach, tongue tracing down the middle line between his abdominal curves. Low enough and occasional sticky kiss of Keita's glans dot the underside of his chin with precum and Bakugo finally shoves his master's hips up enough to wriggle between his thighs and get his mouth onto his dick. Doesn't even wait to pull it into his mouth, sucking on the head first, then consuming to his mid-mast.
How long? He flicks him off on the side of his chest in answer.]
Where is the line between impatience and eagerness, I wonder, [ Keita muses aloud, his voice catching as Bakugo's teeth press another bruise into the skin of his chest. Although he's not sure he's ever expressed it aloud, being marked this way is one of Keita's favorite things, and he's both pleased and aroused by the scattering of marks that's left behind in the wake of Bakugo's mouth moving over his skin. It's enough that by the time Bakugo's mouth has reached the plane of his stomach, Keita's cock is fully hard, its tip nudging Bakugo's chin when his mouth brushes over Keita's abdomen.
He has to brace himself against the futon when Bakugo finally shoves his hips up enough to work his way between them, his mouth immediate and irresistibly hot when it wraps around the head of Keita's cock. The sensation makes him gasp, his thighs tensing with pleasure as he's sucked, first with lips and tongue around the sensitive tip and then again when Bakugo takes more of his length into his mouth. A far cry from the relative hesitance of the first time Bakugo had done this, he seems confident and selfsure in how he touches Keita, and that alone is enough to send another frisson of pleasure up Keita's spine even as he bites back a laugh at the rude gesture Bakugo hides against his ribs.
Maybe one day, Keita will remember to tell Bakugo how endlessly charming he finds his irreverence and poor manners. That day, however, is not today, primarily because it's quickly becoming difficult for Keita to think in a straight line—Bakugo's mouth is deliciously warm and his body is strong between Keita's thighs, and the longer he spends sucking Keita's cock the less possible it is for Keita to be coherent. His breath hitches in the back of his throat, and he reaches down to slide his fingers through Bakugo's hair, not to guide him but simply to encourage him. ]
Shut up. [A darkened, aroused growl reverberates against the man's chest. Bastard, who gave him permission to start talking philosophical about sex? Bakugo rakes his teeth over Keita's nipple, flicking the hardened nub down for a moment before letting it bounce up against his upper lip. He'll suck a mark on his chest later, when he isn't focused on descending the other man's body. Across the curve of his diaphragm, onto the ripples over his stomach, ultimately having to jerk his head to the side and use his chin to knock Keita's impatiently eager erection away from lower jaw. Stop stabbing into him, dammit! He's busy with his abs.
Stretched out below him and wedged between Keita's legs, Bakugo props his hands on his pelvis to hold him up. He has to lift his head to reach him, but easily wraps his tongue over his shaft and uses it to drag Keita's tip into his mouth. His tip's soft, smooth as velvet; closing his mouth around him sucks his partner into the hero's heated cavern. Yeah, he's had some time to experience things in the interim between this moment and their last one. Even if he's doing it at his own pace, Bakugo's never going to do something at less than his maximum effort. And he's one of those irritating people who, despite being atrocious in the attitude department, picks up anything he puts his hands to quickly and impressively. Sex is one more activity he can conquer. Though... dammit, even if it should be simple, why does it feel like he learns new things each time?
Bakugo bobs his head up and down, pulling Keita's dick perpendicular with his hips. Might be a bit of a strain at his base, depending on how flexible his erection is, but hell if he's gonna mind that. Another sensation to keep the guy panting above him. He takes him in slowly at first, lips crawling up towards his root, teeth scraping lightly along the underside and top of his shaft. Halfway down before easing back. Muscles flex in his arms to keep Keita hovered above him. He doesn't need him slipping and ramming his dick balls deep in his throat when Bakugo's not ready.]
[ It's clear from the get-go that Bakugo has improved his skills when it comes to sex—not that Keita expected any different, knowing as he does how prideful Bakugo can be and how dedicated he is to conquering anything he puts his mind to. And if he gets to benefit from Bakugo's determination that he'll be the master of all trades, so to speak, then Keita certainly isn't going to complain about it.
The angle at which Bakugo draws Keita's cock into his mouth does cause a slight ache, one that's easily addressed by Keita leaning forward just slightly so the sensation subsides into a pleasurable tension at the base of his pelvis. It's a unique sensation, but one that seems to amplify the pleasure of Bakugo's mouth working him over, earning a low moan from Keita as his fingers tighten slightly in Bakugo's hair. No more philosophizing, that much is for sure.
It takes effort on Keita's part not to move his hips at all. The temptation is to let his hips move, to rock into the wet heat of Bakugo's mouth, but Keita doesn't imagine he'll welcome that when he likes to be in charge. Besides, holding himself back is enjoyable too, in its own way—it gives the sensation a bit of an edge, a combination of pleasure and restraint that makes sensation spark fizzy in the base of his spine and the pit of his belly. ]
[Does he want to tell Keita how he improved those carnal skills? ... Hell no! That's his damn business! And he doesn't like talking about his other experiences when he's with someone else. Fucking rude. And embarrassing, particularly when he did things with himself like it was some damn training. What? He didn't wanna get with someone and have them mock him for not knowing or being unable to handle himself!
Bakugo drags his tongue along the underside of Keita's member, tip tracing the swollen tract of his urethra. He keeps his lips tighter about his shaft, teeth hovering overhead to avoid scraping him yet. A low groan rumbles in his throat and reverberates in his mouth, vibrations traveling through his tongue into the man's dick. All because those skilled slender clock-maker fingers are wandering through his hair and curling in slight tension in the spiky ashen blonde nest.
He begins bobbing his head when he feels more comfortable, eyes opening halfway. Tapered pelvic v enlarging and retreating in his hazy vision with each lift and drop. Bakugo doesn't bother sucking for a minute, letting him get used to his lips and tongue in alternating tension and wandering exploration. Then, just when he felt Keita getting either impatient or encouraging, he starts sucking, dragging at his skin and dick while pushing his tongue down into the base of his jaw so he can only focus on the vacuum drawing on his cock.]
[ That first pass of suction makes Keita hiss softly as a frisson of pleasure makes its way up his spine. Although the heat and slickness of Bakugo's mouth is pleasant enough on its own, the addition of pressure dials the sensation up exponentially; as Bakugo works his way methodically along the length of Keita's cock, Keita feels himself flushing hot, sweat beading at his temples and collecting between his collarbones.
If the goal had been to render him incapable of remembering that they're technically filming a movie, well, Bakugo is doing a wonderful job of that. Before long, Keita's focus has narrowed down to nothing more than the dais and the two of them on it—the futon, their bodies, the pleasure Bakugo is stoking within him. He has no more coherence left for thoughts of cameras or scripts or directors. His hips move in tiny thrusts, restrained but not completely, and his stomach tenses with each firm suck. ]
You'll make me come, [ Keita warns eventually, although he's sure it's no secret to Bakugo, with the way his thighs are twitching and his hand is flexing where it's still buried in the other man's hair. He has no objection to coming in Bakugo's mouth, but he wants to give Bakugo the option to pull away in case he has other plans for Keita's first orgasm of the evening. ]
[He wants him to experience everything. Fuck, there's so much he can do with his mouth, and Keita's responses are amazing. He feels a subtle shift under his hands where they're braced on Keita's hips, each small nudge forward or drop backwards. Bakugo tightens his fingers around his pelvic curve, thumbs tracing along the lines of his v to hold him. Not to keep him still, but experience each of those stupid little hot attractive motions.
Of course he wants to make it so Keita's brain thinks only about him! Nothing but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around the man's dick and his lips tightening like a ring at his base. Tongue flattening on the underside, making sure he gets him soaking and slick, but he drags his head back with more audible effects than he needs. He gives a small tug upward on the man's hips, encouraging him to keep moving them more rather than taper off those small motions. Granting more freedom from his previous lockdown.
Bakugo scoffs mid-suck at his warning, curls all fingers on a hand save for one (guess which) against Keita's hips, and redoubles his efforts. Harder suction, dragging at his foreskin until it sheathes around his glans, then pressing down to peel it off until he's got his nose almost flat to Keita's groin. Can't deepthtroat him for more than a second before his gag reflex kicks in (but he's working on that, dammit!). Thanks for the warning, but the way his hands tighten, he's not just expecting it, but demanding.]
[ As soon as he's encouraged by the pressure of Bakugo's hands to continue thrusting shallowly into his mouth, Keita knows he's a goner. There's no hope that he could hold out against this combination of enthusiasm and skill and sensation, not even for someone who ordinarily has quite decent stamina for a man his age. His voice picks up a bit, his breaths beginning to take on pitch, pleasure audible in his gasps and visible in the flex of his muscles as he rocks into Bakugo's hands, into the welcoming heat of his mouth.
The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...
[He isn't trying to stay Keita's orgasm for any stretch of time. His arousal and need flared the second he saw his master lounging on the bed in nothing but a damn robe; getting him in his mouth and getting his hands on him was only starting the timer on this heated explosive currently writhing above him. Fingers dig into Keita's hips, holding him whilst encouraging him to move. A hitched breath, chest rising and falling with harder air, pleasure peaking in his voice as he sucks in another lungful after another as he moves.
Bakugo sucks each time the guy slides himself in, eases his grip when Keita begins to pull out. Then alternates his patterns after several thrusts. Every element of his approaching orgasm seeps into his senses. Abs hardening, groin flattening, thighs pulling taut below his hands, previously-smoother rhythm of his hips staggering into a staccato pattern, while everything audible tumbles from his lips in needy sounds. Fuck, his precum's dripping onto his tongue, leaking steadily until he has to swallow more to keep his damn mouth clear than out of instinctive urge. If he keeps this up, he's gonna-]
--!! [Red eyes widen as Keita abruptly hardens in his mouth. Shit! He agreed to it, knew it, but surprise and pleasure rush through his body with his sudden turgid erection pulsing between his jaws. Bakugo grabs at his hips, holding on tightly as Keita unloads inside his mouth, pouring over his tongue and threatening to shoot the first several lines straight down his throat. Gulps and swallows mete out audibly below Keita's hips, trying to take in everything without ending up with some white rivulets leaking out the corners of his mouth. Trying...]
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Perhaps merely thinking wasn't all I did, [ he says, his deep voice warm with amusement. Indeed, should Bakugo's fingers eventually find their way to Keita's entrance he'll find Keita already slick and partially prepped, as if the indulgent lord had laid himself out on the futon and fingered himself to thoughts of his wayward captain out in the field.
He hums under his breath next, bringing a hand up to thread through Bakugo's hair, encouraging the movements of his mouth. They leave Keita's skin feeling sensitive and tingly, earning small shivers of pleasure whenever his kisses or his tongue brush against someplace particularly enjoyable. Before long, Keita's breath is coming a little quicker, and he murmurs, ]
How long are you going to make me wait?
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Che, that fucking impatient. [he growls against the man's chest. Something about knowing his master wasn't willing to wait for him and still be a demanding brat when he comes in from his stupid assignment. He's gonna have to make use of his preparation and slake his own impatience the moment he gets down there. No necessary work to loosen him up.
Abandoning his chest, he drops to his stomach, tongue tracing down the middle line between his abdominal curves. Low enough and occasional sticky kiss of Keita's glans dot the underside of his chin with precum and Bakugo finally shoves his master's hips up enough to wriggle between his thighs and get his mouth onto his dick. Doesn't even wait to pull it into his mouth, sucking on the head first, then consuming to his mid-mast.
How long? He flicks him off on the side of his chest in answer.]
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He has to brace himself against the futon when Bakugo finally shoves his hips up enough to work his way between them, his mouth immediate and irresistibly hot when it wraps around the head of Keita's cock. The sensation makes him gasp, his thighs tensing with pleasure as he's sucked, first with lips and tongue around the sensitive tip and then again when Bakugo takes more of his length into his mouth. A far cry from the relative hesitance of the first time Bakugo had done this, he seems confident and selfsure in how he touches Keita, and that alone is enough to send another frisson of pleasure up Keita's spine even as he bites back a laugh at the rude gesture Bakugo hides against his ribs.
Maybe one day, Keita will remember to tell Bakugo how endlessly charming he finds his irreverence and poor manners. That day, however, is not today, primarily because it's quickly becoming difficult for Keita to think in a straight line—Bakugo's mouth is deliciously warm and his body is strong between Keita's thighs, and the longer he spends sucking Keita's cock the less possible it is for Keita to be coherent. His breath hitches in the back of his throat, and he reaches down to slide his fingers through Bakugo's hair, not to guide him but simply to encourage him. ]
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Stretched out below him and wedged between Keita's legs, Bakugo props his hands on his pelvis to hold him up. He has to lift his head to reach him, but easily wraps his tongue over his shaft and uses it to drag Keita's tip into his mouth. His tip's soft, smooth as velvet; closing his mouth around him sucks his partner into the hero's heated cavern. Yeah, he's had some time to experience things in the interim between this moment and their last one. Even if he's doing it at his own pace, Bakugo's never going to do something at less than his maximum effort. And he's one of those irritating people who, despite being atrocious in the attitude department, picks up anything he puts his hands to quickly and impressively. Sex is one more activity he can conquer. Though... dammit, even if it should be simple, why does it feel like he learns new things each time?
Bakugo bobs his head up and down, pulling Keita's dick perpendicular with his hips. Might be a bit of a strain at his base, depending on how flexible his erection is, but hell if he's gonna mind that. Another sensation to keep the guy panting above him. He takes him in slowly at first, lips crawling up towards his root, teeth scraping lightly along the underside and top of his shaft. Halfway down before easing back. Muscles flex in his arms to keep Keita hovered above him. He doesn't need him slipping and ramming his dick balls deep in his throat when Bakugo's not ready.]
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The angle at which Bakugo draws Keita's cock into his mouth does cause a slight ache, one that's easily addressed by Keita leaning forward just slightly so the sensation subsides into a pleasurable tension at the base of his pelvis. It's a unique sensation, but one that seems to amplify the pleasure of Bakugo's mouth working him over, earning a low moan from Keita as his fingers tighten slightly in Bakugo's hair. No more philosophizing, that much is for sure.
It takes effort on Keita's part not to move his hips at all. The temptation is to let his hips move, to rock into the wet heat of Bakugo's mouth, but Keita doesn't imagine he'll welcome that when he likes to be in charge. Besides, holding himself back is enjoyable too, in its own way—it gives the sensation a bit of an edge, a combination of pleasure and restraint that makes sensation spark fizzy in the base of his spine and the pit of his belly. ]
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Bakugo drags his tongue along the underside of Keita's member, tip tracing the swollen tract of his urethra. He keeps his lips tighter about his shaft, teeth hovering overhead to avoid scraping him yet. A low groan rumbles in his throat and reverberates in his mouth, vibrations traveling through his tongue into the man's dick. All because those skilled slender clock-maker fingers are wandering through his hair and curling in slight tension in the spiky ashen blonde nest.
He begins bobbing his head when he feels more comfortable, eyes opening halfway. Tapered pelvic v enlarging and retreating in his hazy vision with each lift and drop. Bakugo doesn't bother sucking for a minute, letting him get used to his lips and tongue in alternating tension and wandering exploration. Then, just when he felt Keita getting either impatient or encouraging, he starts sucking, dragging at his skin and dick while pushing his tongue down into the base of his jaw so he can only focus on the vacuum drawing on his cock.]
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If the goal had been to render him incapable of remembering that they're technically filming a movie, well, Bakugo is doing a wonderful job of that. Before long, Keita's focus has narrowed down to nothing more than the dais and the two of them on it—the futon, their bodies, the pleasure Bakugo is stoking within him. He has no more coherence left for thoughts of cameras or scripts or directors. His hips move in tiny thrusts, restrained but not completely, and his stomach tenses with each firm suck. ]
You'll make me come, [ Keita warns eventually, although he's sure it's no secret to Bakugo, with the way his thighs are twitching and his hand is flexing where it's still buried in the other man's hair. He has no objection to coming in Bakugo's mouth, but he wants to give Bakugo the option to pull away in case he has other plans for Keita's first orgasm of the evening. ]
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Of course he wants to make it so Keita's brain thinks only about him! Nothing but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around the man's dick and his lips tightening like a ring at his base. Tongue flattening on the underside, making sure he gets him soaking and slick, but he drags his head back with more audible effects than he needs. He gives a small tug upward on the man's hips, encouraging him to keep moving them more rather than taper off those small motions. Granting more freedom from his previous lockdown.
Bakugo scoffs mid-suck at his warning, curls all fingers on a hand save for one (guess which) against Keita's hips, and redoubles his efforts. Harder suction, dragging at his foreskin until it sheathes around his glans, then pressing down to peel it off until he's got his nose almost flat to Keita's groin. Can't deepthtroat him for more than a second before his gag reflex kicks in (but he's working on that, dammit!). Thanks for the warning, but the way his hands tighten, he's not just expecting it, but demanding.]
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The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...
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Bakugo sucks each time the guy slides himself in, eases his grip when Keita begins to pull out. Then alternates his patterns after several thrusts. Every element of his approaching orgasm seeps into his senses. Abs hardening, groin flattening, thighs pulling taut below his hands, previously-smoother rhythm of his hips staggering into a staccato pattern, while everything audible tumbles from his lips in needy sounds. Fuck, his precum's dripping onto his tongue, leaking steadily until he has to swallow more to keep his damn mouth clear than out of instinctive urge. If he keeps this up, he's gonna-]
--!! [Red eyes widen as Keita abruptly hardens in his mouth. Shit! He agreed to it, knew it, but surprise and pleasure rush through his body with his sudden turgid erection pulsing between his jaws. Bakugo grabs at his hips, holding on tightly as Keita unloads inside his mouth, pouring over his tongue and threatening to shoot the first several lines straight down his throat. Gulps and swallows mete out audibly below Keita's hips, trying to take in everything without ending up with some white rivulets leaking out the corners of his mouth. Trying...]