[Of course he is. It's a mixture of his own pride and aggressive nature and figuring Kirishima's usually the tough guy with that hard body and kind spirit who probably doesn't have many people wanting to rough him up, even though he can totally take it. And obviously likes it. He tugs his friend's head back, moving to scrape his teeth across the redhead's chin in lieu of some kiss.]
That wasn't a fucking question. [Not planning on giving him time to think about it either. That's the deal. The blonde huffs against his skin before drawing back and leaning against the flat of the chair.] In a bit. Why don't you show me what I got? But don't get off your knees.
[Can he demand a kneeling strip show? Well he just fucking did.]
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That wasn't a fucking question. [Not planning on giving him time to think about it either. That's the deal. The blonde huffs against his skin before drawing back and leaning against the flat of the chair.] In a bit. Why don't you show me what I got? But don't get off your knees.
[Can he demand a kneeling strip show? Well he just fucking did.]