[Wrangling the slick muscle in his mouth to twist around Kizuna's, licking over the surface with countless tiny bumps of tastebuds, digging beneath to trace a glassy smooth underside. There's so much going on inside his mouth, it's almost a shame to break it as they finally part, panting heavily against the other man's mouth. Breathing, yeah, it's important.
Bakugo gives him just enough space to reach for his neck, calming his heaving chest into a controlled breath. Red eyes narrow, watching with curious interest as Kizuna works the metal clasp free. Damn, glad to have such a mess of metal and pearl out from between them, but the sight of its gaudy lines bleeding down the man's torso, deliberately following muscle contour before flopping onto his pants and falling around his feet, is a momentary treat for the eyes. Bakugo works at his own shirt, tugging the material open via the buttons and rolling his shoulders to duck out of the overshirt's confines. Always hated collared shirts, outside the casual kinds you wear open anyways.]
Yeah. [A lot better. He sinks down on the bed behind him, both hands coming to Kizuna's waistband and working into the hemline. Deft fingers flick across button and zipper, undoing his fly and flaring it open before Bakugo starts shucking the man's pants down his thighs.]
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Bakugo gives him just enough space to reach for his neck, calming his heaving chest into a controlled breath. Red eyes narrow, watching with curious interest as Kizuna works the metal clasp free. Damn, glad to have such a mess of metal and pearl out from between them, but the sight of its gaudy lines bleeding down the man's torso, deliberately following muscle contour before flopping onto his pants and falling around his feet, is a momentary treat for the eyes. Bakugo works at his own shirt, tugging the material open via the buttons and rolling his shoulders to duck out of the overshirt's confines. Always hated collared shirts, outside the casual kinds you wear open anyways.]
Yeah. [A lot better. He sinks down on the bed behind him, both hands coming to Kizuna's waistband and working into the hemline. Deft fingers flick across button and zipper, undoing his fly and flaring it open before Bakugo starts shucking the man's pants down his thighs.]