Haven't decided yet. [On forgiving him. Is there something to forgive? Who cares. He's got Kizuna shoved to the wall and his lips lock with the other man's shutting him up good and hard. Lashes barely brush over his eyes, half-lidded view taking in the sight of his partner's kiss-focused face. Dammit, this guy just had to be hot and annoying.
Bakugo closes his eyes fully as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, finding an angle that makes their connection feel even better. Not bumping noses or massing lips on teeth. A sweep of his tongue across Kizuna's lips before he pushes it inside.
He tenses when Kizuna's hand finds the center of his chest, something in the way his body hardens suggesting there was more to that touch than just a hand to a chest. But relaxes when it moves to his shoulder instead as he's pulled in. Bakugo twists his tongue around the other man's, wrestling it down into his lower jaw as if he can pin it.
A single push is enough encouragement and he pulls back, not breaking their mouth to mouth, but rather walking back in a half-tangle towards the bed.]
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Bakugo closes his eyes fully as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, finding an angle that makes their connection feel even better. Not bumping noses or massing lips on teeth. A sweep of his tongue across Kizuna's lips before he pushes it inside.
He tenses when Kizuna's hand finds the center of his chest, something in the way his body hardens suggesting there was more to that touch than just a hand to a chest. But relaxes when it moves to his shoulder instead as he's pulled in. Bakugo twists his tongue around the other man's, wrestling it down into his lower jaw as if he can pin it.
A single push is enough encouragement and he pulls back, not breaking their mouth to mouth, but rather walking back in a half-tangle towards the bed.]