[ it's those small details denji started to learn about himself along the way that kept him on the edge. the overwhelming discovery of how touch-deprived he really is to get all weak in the knees as bakugou's callous hands brushed all over the curve of his back, shoulders, chest, and neck. all that is enough to rid himself of that numbness that crippled him for so long. it somehow made their newfound closeness more real, even with the vigor of their kiss and denji working his hand along the other's arousal — this might be the sensation that made the half-devil get so intoxicated with lust. yes, touch him again. more. dig those nails harder into his skin, aim for his chest, yank that damn cord, let it rain in red ... make him feel this way over and over again. alive and breathing.
there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]
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there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]