[Threaten him with something gross. Right. Bakugo was the one who said "take a chunk" out earlier, but he didn't expect this guy to get a damn kick out of the idea! Doesn't mean he's not gonna bit him a few more times while he's on this pec.
Hn, that's a good reaction. The way Kizuna's back bows, stomach pressing closer to Bakugo as his hips slide on his lap. He circles his tongue around the little bud, playing along the smooth darker circle surrounding it without messing with the center just yet. Not until he feels Kizuna start to wriggle with impatience. Then closes his mouth and uses his teeth to nip at the round. A low growl rumbles in his throat, vibrating into the man's chest as blunt nails graze his nape. Licking, nipping, then finally locking his lips around his nipple and sucking. Slow at first, then harder, over and over until he's built up a burning pressure.
And releases it with a lewd pop he really didn't need to make. Bakugo draws his mouth back, a strand of saliva connecting his tongue to the man's ruby hickey, and breaks it with his tongue.]
Tch, dramatic bastard. [He'd have to be a lot closer to someone to want that kind of connection. Bakugo leans back in the chair, eyes lidded and lips a little shinier than necessary.] Don't flatter yourself; I'll do what I want.
[Apparently yes, yes he did. And he's kind of embarrassed about it, and kind of turned on.]
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Hn, that's a good reaction. The way Kizuna's back bows, stomach pressing closer to Bakugo as his hips slide on his lap. He circles his tongue around the little bud, playing along the smooth darker circle surrounding it without messing with the center just yet. Not until he feels Kizuna start to wriggle with impatience. Then closes his mouth and uses his teeth to nip at the round. A low growl rumbles in his throat, vibrating into the man's chest as blunt nails graze his nape. Licking, nipping, then finally locking his lips around his nipple and sucking. Slow at first, then harder, over and over until he's built up a burning pressure.
And releases it with a lewd pop he really didn't need to make. Bakugo draws his mouth back, a strand of saliva connecting his tongue to the man's ruby hickey, and breaks it with his tongue.]
Tch, dramatic bastard. [He'd have to be a lot closer to someone to want that kind of connection. Bakugo leans back in the chair, eyes lidded and lips a little shinier than necessary.] Don't flatter yourself; I'll do what I want.
[Apparently yes, yes he did. And he's kind of embarrassed about it, and kind of turned on.]