[ of course bakugou would start yelling at him during this romantic journey, and of course denji would meet that fire with a casual, smitten curve of his lips. who knew that little bark would calm down the nerves that might make him question every step moving forward, like a switch that turned and he was instantly comforted that it's all good now. the consent is signed and sealed. what's left is for them to— explore.
he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]
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he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]