[bakugou would never want to dunk denji in a tank of holy water. he's not looking for a pure, angelic version of the other boy. not even looking for clean and most-law-abiding hero (though he would appreciate if denji did a little more heroic mindset things, something to work on later, since the guy's definitely improving). what he wants is for denji to be happy. to feel safe and secure, without the ever-present target on his back and the ominous sensation this will all come crashing down around him. bakugou appreciates the fact denji let him take his time, didn't push him into something he wasn't ready for, an appreciation he returned by likewise waiting for denji to feel comfortable with moving forward or breaching topics, even if some of those got him snapped at...
contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]
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contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]