[ Heated laughter whirls up in his chest at the continued intrusion of tongue and teeth, nerves fluttering beneath every lick and scrape. He expected to be rebuffed and isn't disappointed in the irony. ]

You could've threatened me a little, at least — nnh! [ His cheeky messing around nets him such pointed attention to his nipple that he arches the small of his back, its curve lifting off Bakugo's lap. His flesh stiffens and runs pink, nails lightly scratching from the younger man's hair down to the nape of his neck. He squirms slightly, knowing well what it feels like to have someone hold back around him. He likes it, this precipice, the challenge of defining its boundary, of wondering whether or not it'll tip. ] Consuming someone's body and soul is such a romantic notion, don't you think?

[ Perhaps not literally, and he knows well that Bakugo knows that. But his heart tends towards drama, towards dressing up his encounters in what amounts to sweet nothings. Piquing curiosities for curiosity's sake. Kizuna hums softly as if musing to himself, not too keen on letting him go. ]

Having a little too much fun with this one, I wonder...?

[ Whereas the dares had been pointed, short and sweet, this is where he takes notice of Bakugo really exploring what it's going to take to get him worked up. ]