I don't know anything about flirting aside from what I've seen in the movies ...
[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
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[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]