[ fine, he will light so many candles bakugou will think he's walking into a devil summoning ritual. let's see if that will trigger a tiny bone of romance in your body, hero! jokes aside, denji will get over it. he's not the type to be discouraged that easy; it's a learning experience for him and bakugou is worth the effort to try new things, hit or miss, then try again. it's been a long day, a good one, and if they end up passing out after a few pages into the story, that's completely acceptable. that's how their first night together will go, until he watched bakugou throw away his precious comic book and before he could say anything- he was being pushed to his back with the other boy hovering over him a bit. oh, hm ...
confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
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confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]