[He better get new sheets for the next night, or at least make it look clean in there, or Bakugou will bitch. Growling into his pillow as he glances and peeks at his phone to see the message, bucking a bit too eagerly into his other hand, he hesitates to actually call. This was supposed to just be texting and dirty pictures, but things got upped with that video and now he either has to cut it here, or follow through with also using video.
Fuck.
Eventually a call goes out, but he has his phone turned away enough that all Dabi can see is Bakugou's bared hip and his arm as it moves - but this just means it is propped up above his shoulder, and it's impossible to outright mute himself without using the mute button itself, so Dabi can definitely hear Bakugou's struggling quiet breaths.]
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Fuck.
Eventually a call goes out, but he has his phone turned away enough that all Dabi can see is Bakugou's bared hip and his arm as it moves - but this just means it is propped up above his shoulder, and it's impossible to outright mute himself without using the mute button itself, so Dabi can definitely hear Bakugou's struggling quiet breaths.]
Y-ou're gonna see this, soon enough.