Short's

"You're boring," Garou commented, watching Metal Bat playing a video game on his phone, he believed it was called Temple Run or something.
"I ain't here to entertain ya," The hero replied, focused on his game. "Ya let yerself in, so I dont hafta entertain ya," Garou pouted slightly, hanging upside down on Badd's couch.
"Ya heroes certainly enjoy company," Garou grumbled.
"Whatever, suck my dick," Badd replied, obviously annoyed.
Oh, I could do that, Garou thought.
Garou stood up and knelt in front of Badd, who watched him, cheeks unknowingly turning red. Garou didn't hesitate in pulling the heroes pajama pants down, along with his boxers and engulfing all of him into his mouth, without gaging.
Oh shit, Badd thought, head leaning back against the worn couch, forgetting his game, hearing a soft thud on the couch. He tried grabbing Garou's hair, but the villain slapped his hand away, head bobbing. Looks like he's in control today, Badd thought, not really caring.
"Hey....Zenko might see us," Badd warned, his voice sounding breathless. Then Badd's cell phone rang, him grabbing around for it, and answering it when he did. "Yeah?" He tried to hide any sign of sexual activity from his voice, glaring at Garou when the blonde did something rather seductive. "Yeah sure. She can spend the night.....alright. Thanks," he ended the call, dropping the phone lazily and leaning his head back, feeling Garou's hand holding his hips in place.
Should'a done this sooner, Badd thought, letting a groan slip out, hearing Garou hum.