[was there ever any doubt? going quiet when something like this is happening would be impossible, despite the flustered heat growing on his face. embarrassment, arousal, a desire not to look like he's fucking nervous or embarrassed in the first place. does he know what he's doing? on a factual level, yes. but staring reality in the face, actually doing it? like hell he does! at least denji looks less worried. did he think bakugou wouldn't agree?
probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 5/7/24 00:06 (UTC)probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]