[He traces is tongue between his teeth, breaking the saliva thread with a silent snap, and leans back in the chair once more, a strong arm still stubbornly hooked around the other man's lower back. Not letting him out of his lap yet, despite his open shirt displaying the start of something indecent. Not that people here give a shit, but Bakugo still does. No one else needs to be seeing him like this. Or his partner.]
You gonna make me carry you or you gonna walk?
[Dammit, this guy's rubbing around in his lap like a monster, digging pressure into his groin and making Bakugo tense slightly on the seat. A quick pull brings their chests almost flush together, though all that metal on Kizuna's breast can't feel as good with a patchwork coating of spit here and there. Yeah, there's no doubt the aggressive blonde's into this more than any stupid dice want to suggest. Doesn't stop the little roll of his eyes when Kizuna nuzzles into his cheek like that. Bleh, sap...]
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You gonna make me carry you or you gonna walk?
[Dammit, this guy's rubbing around in his lap like a monster, digging pressure into his groin and making Bakugo tense slightly on the seat. A quick pull brings their chests almost flush together, though all that metal on Kizuna's breast can't feel as good with a patchwork coating of spit here and there. Yeah, there's no doubt the aggressive blonde's into this more than any stupid dice want to suggest. Doesn't stop the little roll of his eyes when Kizuna nuzzles into his cheek like that. Bleh, sap...]