Escape Captcha

[cantbreakmybody]

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[blastedass]

[He damn well should. Bakugou's not some unfeeling monster; his pleasure nerves work perfectly. But even with his pride wanting not to make certain faces or noises, Kirishima's mouth is making it damn hard to keep his body quiet.

More of his dick slides into the other boy's mouth and Bakugou presses his hands down on the seat edges, eyes lidding and lips parting with a soft breath. Holy fuck... It's even better with Kirishima kneeling naked in front of him like this.

That hum's insane and his dick twitches in the other boy's mouth.] Shit, you sure you haven't had practice?

[cantbreakmybody]

[He can't exactly answer with a mouthful of dick. And he doesn't want to stop. So there's no answer to that question coming. Kirishima is pretty sure it's rhetorical anyway.

He just focuses on what he's doing. He has no intention of stopping until Bakugou comes. He starts picking up the pace now. Bobbing his head faster.]

[blastedass]

[It's completely rhetorical. Bakugou doesn't want to stop him from that work he's doing. The way his lips are sliding around his cock and that suction dragging along his shaft. It's fucking amazing.

He'll get his answer later, when Kirishima has to come up for air.] Oh yeah? Not gonna stop huh... [He can feel that determination and sets his hand atop that spiky red head.]

[cantbreakmybody]

Mnn...

[Absolutely not. He's giving his all.

Although he wishes he could get his hands on Bakugou too. Whether to stroke the base while he sucks on the head. Or to grab those hips and hold tight to brace himself better.

He doesn't give in to the temptation. Bakugou gave him an order. So he works his way up to it and then attempts to take him in all the way to the base. The first attempt has him gagging slightly.

Oops. Not as easy as he thought it would be. But he'll try again once he rallies himself.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou doesn't buck his hips despite wanting to. Especially when Kirishima starts to drop his mouth further along him. Taking him one inch at a time. Until he feels the head of his dick push into the plusher muscles at the back of his throat.

And then that gag. It's slight, but fuck is it a heady sensation. The way it flutters and grip at him. Bakugou gives his head a light push to encourage him, before patting Kirishima on the shoulder in indication.]

You can move your hands if you want.

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima doesn't need to be told twice. He starts by reaching up to gently encourage Bakugou to get a better grip on his hair. He hopes he gets the message across. Grab it. Pull it a little. Push him down again.

Then he grabs Bakugou's hips, holding fast. Which makes motion easier. He gears himself up, focusing on the feeling of that cock gliding between his lips, slick with saliva. Back and forth for several moments until he makes another attempt. This time he manages to get that cock into his throat.

Although he does gag again, throat convulsing, he doesn't back up. Taking a second to adjust before pulling back and going down again. Getting himself accustomed to the feeling. His eyes are starting to get a little glazed over.

He's so achingly hard... his own cock still untouched. But he ignores it in favor of digging his fingers slightly into Bakugou's hips. Just a little possessive.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou curls his fingers in his hair and then gives him a pull. Drags him right back up until his lips are around the head of his cock. And pushes him back down. Not hard enough to force it, but enough to encourage him to descend.

Working him down his shaft once more, using the grip on his hair to push him further and further. Those hands on his hips feel nice, even if they are interrupted by his damn pants still being mostly on. Gonna have to deal with that sooner or later. When he's not distracted by Kirishima's throat gripping around the head of his dick.

Bakugou hesitates, mostly because he wants to feel the way Kirishima's throat starts gripping and struggling around his cock when he gags like that. He lets him pull back slightly, not much, enough to try and get a breath around his dick.]

Hold your breath, Shitty Hair.

[And then shoves his head down, forcing his cock into the warm slick of his throat and down his gullet as far as he can get it. Pushing him until his chin's shoved against his balls and his lips and nose are pushing against the smooth surface of his Adonis belt.]

Swallow, don't try to fuck breathe, swallow and relax...

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima has a lot of trust in Bakugou. And it's never been more clear than now. He follows the order, holding his breath and swallowing around that intrusion.

It's rough and it feels good.

He relaxes, eyes flickered upwards as he waits with that hand atop his head. A small moan escaping, muffled. But he doesn't try to pull back. Doesn't struggle against the hand atop his head. Waiting to see if there's further instructions or if Bakugou's about to take control of this blow job and face-fuck him.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou might be flushed with that pleasure and the heady sensation of Kirishima taking his entire dick into his mouth, but his attention's still split between making sure his friend's handling it without discomfort (or at least a lot of discomfort) and feeling good.

As Kirishima relaxes, Bakugou exhales in a low groan and meets his eyes, tongue tracing between his teeth thanks to that small moan vibrating around his dick. Fingers curl, giving his friend's head a small scratch of approval. He doesn't face fuck him, simply holds him there until he feels Kirishima start to tense from the need to breathe. Then pulls him off completely.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima breathes in as he's pulled up, cock popping out of his mouth. A string of saliva and precum connecting his lips to Bakugou’s cock. He stares up at the blonde for a moment before raising one hand to swipe the string away, wiping his mouth.]

Proven I'm worth an A yet?

heads up i'll be slow today and half tomorrow. family shit. but i'll plug away as i can!

[blastedass]

[Bakugou grunts when his dick pops out of the other boy's mouth, admiring the suck-swollen lips and Kirishima's flushed face. That stretch of drool between his mouth and his cock is fucking hot. Bakugou smirks at the question before rubbing the head of his dick against the other boy's lips.]

This is only worth a B. Not gonna get an A in this chair.

Same! I'm on cooking duty tonight!

[cantbreakmybody]

[Hoop after hoop to leap through. Kirishima is thoroughly enjoying it.]

How about in the bed? I've got more I can show you. Give you.

What'd ya make?

[blastedass]

[It's gonna get better as the night goes on. Yeah. The night.]

Now you're talking about an A. How about you help me get these the rest of the way off?

[Bakugou nudges the hem of his pants with his thumbs.]

So many things. Lol Easter insanity.

[cantbreakmybody]

[He gets his hands on the waistband of Bakugou's pants and starts working them down. Easier with his hands for sure. And soon he's tossing them aside.

He takes a little initiative and hooks his arms under Bakugou's legs.]

Better hold on.

[Then he's rising to his feet, scooping Bakugou out of the chair. He plans to carry him to the bed if he can get away with it.]

How do you want me? Which part can I use to satisfy you?

Potatoes?

[blastedass]

[Bakugou arches his hips to let him have room for pulling his pants off his hips and down his legs. Gives one a kick to get it off his foot faster. Only to pause when he's about to get up. Mostly because someone just hooks his arms under his legs.]

Wha- THE FUCK?!

[He grabs at the side of the chair on instinct, but quickly shoves and uses the momentum to catch Kirishima around the neck via his arms, holding on and glaring at him.]

Don't just fucking pick me up, asshole!

Potatoes were part of it, yes!

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima just beams at him, moving to the bed and sitting him down. He's eager. Enthusiastic. He's excited to get closer. He chuckles as he leans into Bakugou's personal space, tone teasing. Although his eyes are all fiery desire.]

That's not an answer~ You want me to choose?

[He lets his tongue swipe between his lip. Looking like he wants to devour Bakugou. Maybe he sort of does. It doesn't really matter to him how this goes down. As long as it does.]

Excellent!

[blastedass]

[Bakugou punches the fucking sunbeam on the top of his spikey red head. At least he's put down again, growling at him. This guy's all fucking eager and getting close to him. Not at all like the subservient lush kneeling between his legs.

And... he's not exactly sure which one he likes more right now. Settles for glaring at him, unable to avoid getting turned on by those burning eyes.]

Go ahead. Show me you got some fucking brain in there.

[Bakugou swallows as that tongue sweeps between the other boy's lips, eyes locking onto it. Damn, that's annoyingly attractive. Irritated, he pulls at his shirt.]

First... Take care of this.

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima laughs and slides his hands up under Bakugou's shirt. Tracing out his abs lightly for a moment as he continues to stare into those ruby red eyes. Then he's sliding them back out to unbutton the shirt, pushing it back off the blonde's shoulders.]

I think if you let me start making choices now, I'm gonna pin you to this mattress and take control.

[Although he'd be equally happy to ride him. He wants to see if Bakugou would even let him top. He can't really get a read on him regarding that.]

[blastedass]

[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.]

You're still not done down there either.

[But first...]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima eyes Bakugou's cock with a grin.]

Didn't say I couldn't either. Besides, I can kill two birds with one stone.

[And that's all the warning Bakugou gets before Kirishima is between his legs again. Although this time, with Bakugou reclined more, Kirishima bypasses his cock, mouth instead going to Bakugou’s hole. His tongue snaking out to tease that tight ring of muscles while he wraps a hand around Bakugou's cock, stroking.

Let's see if he can get away with this or if he's about to get blasted.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou snorts at the comment, but falls back to brace himself on his elbows as Kirishima dives down between his legs again. Completely expecting that mouth to go for his dick once more, only to jolt in surprise when he's suddenly shoving his face between his cheeks.]

HEY!

[Instinctively hiking his legs up at the knees and spreading them, Bakugou immediately grabs Kirishima's head via his hair again, grimacing as that tongue works at his hole and a hand wraps around his dick.]

That's-- ngh! Not what we fucking agreed on!

[Not exactly pulling his head either, just holding on.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Hand in his hair and a little shouting is not a deterrent. After all, if Bakugou didn't want it, he was perfectly capable of being much more aggressive.

Kirishima hums in response, not bothering to stop to point out that he asked at least twice how Bakugou wanted this to go. He's going for it now. Just like he said he would. Starting with licking over and around Bakugou's hole, his hand busy stroking his cock. Both actions intentionally slow and teasing.]

[blastedass]

[Don't make him kick you in the fucking face, Kirishima! Bakugou jams his elbow into the bed when the other boy hums, the vibration going right through his lips and rumbling against his ass.]

Fuck...

[He does end up dropping one foot on Kirishima's shoulder, still not pushing him off or letting go of his hair. That tongue wandering around his rim is a strange, but good sensation, the tight muscle pinching inward and his thighs flexing from the sensation of his friend's warm hand working up and down his dick. Slow, deliberate, and holy shit...]

I said... blow me... not fucking rim me...

[Doesn't exactly sound like he's complaining either.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima has to suppress the urge to snicker. He's pretty sure if he does he really will get kicked in the face. But he does stop long enough to respond.]

You said I wasn't done down here.

[And then he's back to it, his tongue swirling around the rim slowly and then teasingly up along the perineum.]

[blastedass]

[Probably a safe bet. Bakugou exhales hard when the other boy stops for a response, dropping his hips back on the bed and quickly finding the frame of the bed to brace his other leg against. Tempting as it is to clap that stupid head between his thighs...]

Yeah... at that job... you abandoned, fucking Shark Tooth. [Shit, he can't decide where he wants Kirishima's tongue more! Back on his dick with his mouth or staying on his ass with his hand taking over whichever his mouth wasn't. That trace up his perineum earns a hard swallow and Bakugou shoves his head against the sheets, teeth gritting in pleasure.]

Fuck-