dynamight - part 6

[pacifisting]

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[dynamight]

[The annoyed discontent in his throat at having the cock taken when he goes for it melts slowly into something more purringly amused.] Heh. Nice try for a stuttering cock-holder.

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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Kacchan, please, I'd r-really appreciate you sucking my cock.

[ 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. ]

[dynamight]

[His grin is wolfish from around behind Midoriya's cock, teeth and all. He squeezes the base almost like some kind of warning. Maybe a "what are you going to do about it" one.

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.]

[pacifisting]

[ He can't relax against the counter or where he's balanced, not when Bakugou's got his cock in his mouth like a promise and a threat all at once, toes curling. Gingerly, he braces a foot against the back of Bakugou's chair to hold himself steady and give himself something to push against, the other resting on top of a thigh.

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.

[dynamight]

[The vibration around the cock is a throat growl, though he is too busy to clarify whether it's in relation to being called a slut or being told what he's wanted is his mouth full of Midoriya.

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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[ Of course mouthing off just gets Bakugou drawing back, jerking him instead of going back down on him. Midoriya knew that was the most likely option the moment he started pushing it, but he also can't stop himself. He goes back against the counter with a hissed breath escaping between his clenched teeth, tossing arm over his eyes as he squeezes them shut.

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. ]