[Bakugou exhales as his finger pushes in. The initial resistance parts easily, then hot and slick grabs down onto Kirishima's finger, molding to his nail and fingertip, squeezing around the first joint.]
Shit... I'm not... ngh... made of glass, you know.
[Hard to talk as his friend's wicked mouth gets back to sucking him off. Fuck he'd missed that feeling already. Bakugou shoves his hand into those red spikes again, massaging his scalp at the same time.
This keeps up, the two sensations, he's not going to last long.]
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Shit... I'm not... ngh... made of glass, you know.
[Hard to talk as his friend's wicked mouth gets back to sucking him off. Fuck he'd missed that feeling already. Bakugou shoves his hand into those red spikes again, massaging his scalp at the same time.
This keeps up, the two sensations, he's not going to last long.]