[Bakugou arches his stomach into Kirishima's hands, eyes lidding slightly at the feeling as his muscles harden beneath his touch. Before easing back on the bed while the other boy works on his shirt. Unbuttoned, he rolls a shoulder forward to help him slide if off his torso and down his arms, tugging one out after the other.]
Don't think I fucking said you could do that, did I...
[Whether he's taunting him or daring him is up to Kirishima. He tosses his shirt to the side, looking at the other boy's scarlet eyes with a half smirk. He might let him top, if he pushes for it.]
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Don't think I fucking said you could do that, did I...
[Whether he's taunting him or daring him is up to Kirishima. He tosses his shirt to the side, looking at the other boy's scarlet eyes with a half smirk. He might let him top, if he pushes for it.]
You're still not done down there either.
[But first...]