[he doesn't need an ear lent. he's got a mouth on his own and denji's warm right nearby and anything and anyone else in bakugou's mind goes out the proverbial window. those thoughts can fuck off; there's someone far better here with him. they can have those kinds of stupid conversations while they're sitting in the patrol car, waiting for some dumbass to try to break the law, or driving to the next location. bakugou might be the more focused of the two while they're working, but it's nice to have denji with him during the longer, quiet times. he'd be thinking too much by himself if he weren't. it's more entertaining to have some dumb conversation, at least until his patience for it snapped.
didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
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didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.