dynamight - part 6
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Date: 2019-02-20 06:36 pm (UTC)The counter and Bakugou's hair are the next best, so he holds tight against both of those while Bakugou does his best to take ages to take his pants even the slightest amount off. The chafe of his pants wrings a little groan from him but finally just the tip of him is exposed to the cool air and then Bakugou's tongue drags over it, hot and sharp. It's expected but it's still jarring; Midoriya squirms against the counter and the hand holding it squeezes tight before he forces himself to let go, to breathe. ]
Are you complaining?
[ Midoriya shudders out an incredulous breath and uses the hand in Bakugou's hair to push him down, rolling his hips up so the tip of his cock slides wet over his cheek. His head thunks back against the counter, knowing there's no rush and fighting with that urge because he wants. ]
I've been thinking about this since the hammock.
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Date: 2019-02-20 08:05 pm (UTC)[Growling low, he reaches up to wipe the sticky slide off is cheek with the back of his hand. He likes the fingers pulling his hair, but despises it being used against him nefariously.] Yeah? Not fucking surprised. Sometimes, you act like a real slut for it. [He's just going to go ahead and bite Midoriya on the dick. It isn't malicious, but firm and reprimanding, teeth clamped onto each side for a second or two.
Satisfied, he leans up and back, the warmth of him vanishing from Midoriya's lower half. He slips one hand under Midoriya's thigh and hooks it below the knee, hiking the leg back and up so he can get the shorts and underwear off together completely. He doesn't worry about the sock, and he doesn't even worry about the other leg either; as long as the shorts are off one, he's good.]
Me, too.
[He has no reservations scooping up and putting the top few inches of Midoriya's cock in his mouth. It's agonizing how he doesn't suck so much as slide it across his tongue and rub it on the inside of his mouth. His teeth just barely scrape the tip when he draws back.] Shut up. [Before Midoriya can even say anything. His voice is thick and rumbling no thanks to the full mouth.]
You want somethin' to touch? You got two fucking hands. [He gives the cock in his fist an encouraging squeeze and then rests the tip teasingly against his lips.] So start touching yourself.
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Date: 2019-02-20 09:36 pm (UTC)[ It never ceases to amaze him just how Bakugou can say those things without any hesitation or concern. It never comes across mean or nasty, at least in Midoriya's mind. If anything, it, just like everything else, is a challenge that he wants to rise to because Bakugou drives that out of him inevitably every single time. It's not like he can argue, either. He is a slut for it when Bakugou's concerned, especially when Bakugou's looking down at him, manhandling him where he wants.
There's an attempt at being helpful when his clothes are being tugged off: a leg kicks and flings them off and across the room to land in a puddle elsewhere and he shoves at the material of his tank top to push it out of the way too. Each press of teeth wrings another garbled string of noises out of him, some of them nearly Bakugou's name before he bites it off, staring at the ceiling as he tries to compose himself. The downside to working both of them up is that all higher function has basically shut down leaving him in the boat of Bakugou talking to him and giving him orders and Midoriya's hands mindlessly going to follow them if it means he keeps going.
A cheek presses against the cold countertop as he drops a hand down to curl around the base of his erection, fisting it in slow, long tugs, dragging the wet tip against Bakugou's lower lip, tugging it away if he tries to sink any further down. ]
Open your mouth up for me, Kacchan. [ A pause, the flush bleeding further down from his cheeks but his face is determined even if his voice is a little shaky. ] You're just as much of a slut for it, aren't you?
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Date: 2019-02-20 10:50 pm (UTC)Better tell me to suck it please and say thank you after.
[But he opens his mouth and pushes his tongue over the back of his bottom teeth, ducking quick to bowl the head over into his mouth. He latches this time with his lips so it doesn't get away. The sucking is there and voracious for the several inches he lowers down on.
It's not difficult to do it without hands, but it's less entertaining for him, and he gets annoyed just half a minute into it. He pulls back with a pop and a wet mouth, an even huskier voice. His hands shove at Midoriya's.]
Touch something else, idiot. Let me fucking work. [He'll just take the cock back, huffing breath over the wet flesh.] Touch your tits or somethin'. Then when you beg me, I'll touch 'em for you.
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Date: 2019-02-20 11:06 pm (UTC)[ Midoriya makes a strangled noise that could be a laugh, winding a hand in his bangs so he can get a better look at Bakugou's face. He wants to have a solid retort back about Bakugou being the cock-holder given Midoriya's about to feed it into his mouth but then he's ducking back down and all of the words slither out in a shaking moan instead. It's not fair how Bakugou can undo him this easily, but he's not about to argue it, either.
Semi-obediently, both hands slide back and he fumbles with the clinging material of his shirt, shoving it up to his chin. A pause of consideration, then he catches the hem in his teeth and thunks his head back. He feels ridiculous, sliding his hands up his belly and up to his chest, rough fingers skimming over his skin. At first, he thinks that it's going to be more for show than anything else, but when his rough fingers drag over his nipples, another moan ends up hissed out behind teeth clenched around his shirt.
Bakugou's had worse ideas; the rush of hot air over sensitive skin gets another groan and his hips bucking up before he can stop himself, an impatient, demanding mmmm! combined with him lifting his head and giving Bakugou a look. ]
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Date: 2019-02-21 08:38 pm (UTC)Then his eyes grow somewhat lidded, face surprisingly dreamy and wanting. He slides the head back through his lips, pushing his fist up to meet them, trying to get his fingers wet so they don't roughly pull the skin on the way back down. He puts more into his mouth, pinning cock between tongue and the roof of his mouth just enough for it to squeeze back and forth through.
His eyes, though, stay locked onto Midoriya above him, watchful. It's dinner and a show, and the only time he vibrates the flesh in his mouth with a hum is when Midoriya is curved on display and enjoying it. The touching is a little for display, sure, but mostly because Bakugou fancies doing it himself.
Until he's finished with what he's working on, he'll just have to fantasize about it being him flicking the hard nipples with the rough of his hand.]
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Date: 2019-02-23 01:54 am (UTC)The shirt in his mouth thing seems like it'd be hot, and maybe it is to look at but it proves too inconvenient for more than a moment before he's spitting it back out and shoving it up gracelessly, bracing an elbow onto the counter to give himself a better view of Bakugou's mouth sliding down. The change in expression doesn't go missed, either; Midoriya pinches at his nipples with one hand but the other traces Bakugou's jaw, sliding along to where his lips are parted around it. If Bakugou looks dreamy, Midoriya looks intent, digging his teeth into his bottom lip for a moment before he speaks. ]
You really are the one who's a slut for this. Look at you. [ His breath hitches as he thumbs over a nipple gingerly, hips twisting underneath Bakugou before he forces himself to settle, shivering. Penis just isn't sexy, so he tables that word forever and pushes up, fucking into his mouth gently to encourage him. ] My dick in your mouth is all you wanted, isn't it, Katsuki.
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Date: 2019-03-01 03:41 pm (UTC)But it's fine. Instead, he punishes Midoriya by taking his mouth away with no less than a wet suck on the end. He twists his fist around the girth of it, and when his palm is wet enough, he starts pumping with a quick, intense speed. A tease, but a threat. Purposefully not taking it slow like he plans to get Midoriya to finish in the next few minutes rather than drag it out like intended.]
Don't bullshit me. [His free hand smooths up over Midoriya's skin from groin to right below the top of the chest. His eyes are as hungry as the wet gleam to his mouth.] I can get your dick anytime I want.
[He stops teasing--sort of. The cock goes back in his mouth, pushed as far back toward his throat as possible without gagging him. The rough fingers stretched up brush back and forth over one of Midoriya's pecks, followed by a thumb to rub the nipple.]
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Date: 2019-03-02 12:41 am (UTC)It's one thing to go through training to resist quirks, or to spar, or to build up a tolerance to certain things. It's something else entirely when Bakugou's jerking him off like he's going to wring the orgasm out of him sooner rather than later because there's not any training in the world he can think of to make him strong enough to resist the one-two punch of his mouth and the tight grip of his hand. ]
Yes. Yes, yeah. [ He's not going to argue that because it is true. Midoriya doesn't have it in him to say no if Bakugou propositions him but he also wouldn't ever want to say no. His whole body shudders when Bakugou slides back down, fingers rubbing over his nipple as his mouth eases over and while he's careful not to force him down, he can't help but touch. His hand curls back into Bakugou's hair and his hips flex, just a touch to push up into his mouth with a trembling groan of his name, thighs tight. ]