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ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ "schrodinger's ikemen" ᴋɪᴢᴜɴᴀ. ([personal profile] relater) wrote 2025-04-04 07:18 am (UTC)

Mmn... [ No, he knew. But he loves the game. ] You'll forgive me for taking so long, right?

[ Crowded against the wall and seeing the door get kicked shut behind them in a flicker of his eyelashes, Kizuna's eyes shut as he accepts the kiss with equal fervor. He likes it, the sensation of something torrid as it spills over. Even if it'd glanced off petty violence, the emotion of wanting is much too strong to ignore. Hands and lips on him are one thing, the glaring crosshairs of a desire catching fire are another entirely.

Kizuna's hands press firm to the height of Bakugo's chest, sliding up over his shoulders to draw him in as his lips part and he breathes a soft noise into deepening the kiss. He lets him in easily, the slip of his tongue eager to twine with his.

With a nudge that's almost like a nuzzle, he tests how liable Bakugo is to being signaled to back off the wall and move towards the bed.
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