[there's an eagerness in denji's motions as he touches him. his shoulders roll up into his hand as he drags fingers and palm over the rounds. his back dips forward and arches up when he traces the toned lines that flex under his skin. even his hips rock to the side when bakugou cups his hand around the arch of his pelvis. wanting, needy, exploring that sensation of a body welcoming his own close to him. actively wanting denji to be near him. bakugou's distracted by that warm, strong hand rubbing up and down his erection, but he refuses to leave the other boy to do all the work. no matter what wreck denji had been before, he's come into his own now. bakugou leans into the kiss, runs his hands all over his body, blunt nails dragging down the angle of his shoulder blades. not able to go for that ripcord yet because someone's smashing his chest against bakugou's, but... the idea's there.
bastard, he's not gonna let go of his damn pants just yet, huh? the blonde snarls into the kiss at having his hand redirected, but accepts and closes his fingers around denji's dick, groping and feeling him through the material of his boxers. it's like fucking steel, throbbing under his fingertips. bakugou takes his time, even if it is wanton and kind of aggressive, to fondle all over the other boy's cock, thumb pressing into the swollen tract of his urethra along the underside of his shaft. pinching at the velvet-soft plush of his glans and rolling his head around between thumb and middle finger, just enough to flick the slit crowning the top to urge more of that slick precum to ooze free. as impatient as the blonde is, there's something he wants to get across here was he maps out denji's dick: i want to know you. how long his cock is, whether he likes the tip or the base played with, if he's bucking into his fist or likes it more with two fingers up and down, the girth and weight, how hot, little to larger veins throbbing on the surface. if denji's gonna be selfish, then bakugou's going to take a minute or two for his own selfishness.
at least he's given the time since the half-devil's putting his fingers against his mouth. tempting to chomp right on them, but bakugou only opens his mouth and grips them with his teeth and lips to drag them inside. tongue pushing betwixt the two, slicking him up with lascivious sweeps of saliva. fuck if he doesn't recognize denji's eagerness and isn't wanting those damn things shoved down his throat. retching and gagging's not sexy. (okay, so maybe the latter...) he sucks on them soon after, face flushing as he treats denji's fingers like damn candy sticks. licking at their tips, tracing nail and pad, teeth scraping down their length and bumping over his first and second joints, clenching his lips tight and swirling the saliva in his mouth around them like a lewd wash. never once breaking eye contact because bakugou wants to see denji fall apart when he does this to him.
his pace stumbles a few times when denji's strokes falter. hips buck up and he thrusts his cock into the other boy's hand, trying to find that damn rhythm again as he hooks one leg around the back of the half-devil's thigh. fuck, this guy looks amazing, forgetting to take a breath out of sheer arousal, lips open and teeth glistening under his hot breaths, face a red mess of desire, cock swollen and tense as bakugou works him up and down in the confines of his boxers. why hasn't he ripped these fucking things off yet? when denji twists his fingers into his lower jaw, the blonde bites down on his digits, letting him feel the drag of teeth across his skin.]
... haa... haa... no shit. you think i'm... gonna give you anything less than the best?
[growled (panted) as soon as denji's fingers slide out of his mouth, a spindle of saliva threading between the tip of his middle to bakugou's lips. it breaks on his words and he traces his tongue across his mouth unconsciously, eyes boring into the other boy's face. intoxicating, unnerving, alarming with how much his body wants it despite the nerves trying to shove forward, embarrassment for whatever fucking reason, awkward because this is his first time and denji really wants to shove his fingers up his ass?! and yet, there's no one he wants to experience this with more than this boy hovering above him, holding his saliva-coated fingers as bakugou keeps him locked close with a leg.
finally skin to skin, nothing else covering them as he has denji naked and close, a deliberate sweep of one arm hauling the other boy down for a full-body shove. flush against each other, arching his lower back when a strong arm tucks under him and encourages his waist to lift. it does, right into the other blonde's, grinding dick to dick in a lewd nuzzle with nothing between them. shafts rubbing, heads oozing against each other, balls touching. but at least until denji's urging him to cock a knee back, which bakugou does with little issue. thigh and calf flexing with the action, pulling his leg up to flank the other boy's ribs and hips. knowing exactly what he's baring, and soon feeling that warm hand cupping his cheeks. his eyes widen a bit, pupils dilating slightly as he braces himself for it. denji's not looking away and neither is bakugou. he breath catches as wet fingers skim over his hole, probing once or twice before-]
Fu-ngh! [two at once and not slow at all, bakugou's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a yelp of surprise and pain at the uncomfortable sensation.] Dammit, don't just shove them in, Denji! [even as the half-devil does exactly that, both fingers stretching his hole around them as his joints pop through the gripping muscle one, two, and butting up the third against his puckered rim. bakugou slams his ankle against the half-devil's obliques, not sure if it's trying to push him away with his foot or scramble his leg around his waist to cage him in. one hand plasters to denji's shoulder, the other grabbing at his bicep to hold on as heat, pain, stretch, full, weird, flood through him in a rush that leaves him panting and growling up at his partner. at least until denji kisses him, earning a low groan into his mouth as bakugou pushes his mouth hard to the other boy's. eyes clenched shut, face aflame, cock throbbing, ass constricting in an instinctive urge to push denji's fingers out. it burns, but it's not horrible.
denji's moaning into his mouth as well. that's... fuck, that's good. he feels good. bakugou digs his fingers into the blonde's upper arm and shoulder, toes curling beside his ass as his hiked leg spreads a bit wider to try and alleviate some of the feelings. the humming encouragement earns a muffled "fuck you" back in response as bakugou kisses denji again, shoving his tongue into his mouth just to trade that low groan from his throat to the other boy's. finally breaking the kiss, bakugou leans his head back just enough to breathe, forehead pressing to denji's as he gets used to the sensation of his fingers inside him.] Just... fuck... start moving.
[he's not going to let denji go too fast with this, dammit! it's their first time and he wants to savor each step. from kissing to grinding to sucking to fingering to fucking.]
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Date: 5/14/24 19:39 (UTC)bastard, he's not gonna let go of his damn pants just yet, huh? the blonde snarls into the kiss at having his hand redirected, but accepts and closes his fingers around denji's dick, groping and feeling him through the material of his boxers. it's like fucking steel, throbbing under his fingertips. bakugou takes his time, even if it is wanton and kind of aggressive, to fondle all over the other boy's cock, thumb pressing into the swollen tract of his urethra along the underside of his shaft. pinching at the velvet-soft plush of his glans and rolling his head around between thumb and middle finger, just enough to flick the slit crowning the top to urge more of that slick precum to ooze free. as impatient as the blonde is, there's something he wants to get across here was he maps out denji's dick: i want to know you. how long his cock is, whether he likes the tip or the base played with, if he's bucking into his fist or likes it more with two fingers up and down, the girth and weight, how hot, little to larger veins throbbing on the surface. if denji's gonna be selfish, then bakugou's going to take a minute or two for his own selfishness.
at least he's given the time since the half-devil's putting his fingers against his mouth. tempting to chomp right on them, but bakugou only opens his mouth and grips them with his teeth and lips to drag them inside. tongue pushing betwixt the two, slicking him up with lascivious sweeps of saliva. fuck if he doesn't recognize denji's eagerness and isn't wanting those damn things shoved down his throat. retching and gagging's not sexy. (okay, so maybe the latter...) he sucks on them soon after, face flushing as he treats denji's fingers like damn candy sticks. licking at their tips, tracing nail and pad, teeth scraping down their length and bumping over his first and second joints, clenching his lips tight and swirling the saliva in his mouth around them like a lewd wash. never once breaking eye contact because bakugou wants to see denji fall apart when he does this to him.
his pace stumbles a few times when denji's strokes falter. hips buck up and he thrusts his cock into the other boy's hand, trying to find that damn rhythm again as he hooks one leg around the back of the half-devil's thigh. fuck, this guy looks amazing, forgetting to take a breath out of sheer arousal, lips open and teeth glistening under his hot breaths, face a red mess of desire, cock swollen and tense as bakugou works him up and down in the confines of his boxers. why hasn't he ripped these fucking things off yet? when denji twists his fingers into his lower jaw, the blonde bites down on his digits, letting him feel the drag of teeth across his skin.]
... haa... haa... no shit. you think i'm... gonna give you anything less than the best?
[growled (panted) as soon as denji's fingers slide out of his mouth, a spindle of saliva threading between the tip of his middle to bakugou's lips. it breaks on his words and he traces his tongue across his mouth unconsciously, eyes boring into the other boy's face. intoxicating, unnerving, alarming with how much his body wants it despite the nerves trying to shove forward, embarrassment for whatever fucking reason, awkward because this is his first time and denji really wants to shove his fingers up his ass?! and yet, there's no one he wants to experience this with more than this boy hovering above him, holding his saliva-coated fingers as bakugou keeps him locked close with a leg.
finally skin to skin, nothing else covering them as he has denji naked and close, a deliberate sweep of one arm hauling the other boy down for a full-body shove. flush against each other, arching his lower back when a strong arm tucks under him and encourages his waist to lift. it does, right into the other blonde's, grinding dick to dick in a lewd nuzzle with nothing between them. shafts rubbing, heads oozing against each other, balls touching. but at least until denji's urging him to cock a knee back, which bakugou does with little issue. thigh and calf flexing with the action, pulling his leg up to flank the other boy's ribs and hips. knowing exactly what he's baring, and soon feeling that warm hand cupping his cheeks. his eyes widen a bit, pupils dilating slightly as he braces himself for it. denji's not looking away and neither is bakugou. he breath catches as wet fingers skim over his hole, probing once or twice before-]
Fu-ngh! [two at once and not slow at all, bakugou's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a yelp of surprise and pain at the uncomfortable sensation.] Dammit, don't just shove them in, Denji! [even as the half-devil does exactly that, both fingers stretching his hole around them as his joints pop through the gripping muscle one, two, and butting up the third against his puckered rim. bakugou slams his ankle against the half-devil's obliques, not sure if it's trying to push him away with his foot or scramble his leg around his waist to cage him in. one hand plasters to denji's shoulder, the other grabbing at his bicep to hold on as heat, pain, stretch, full, weird, flood through him in a rush that leaves him panting and growling up at his partner. at least until denji kisses him, earning a low groan into his mouth as bakugou pushes his mouth hard to the other boy's. eyes clenched shut, face aflame, cock throbbing, ass constricting in an instinctive urge to push denji's fingers out. it burns, but it's not horrible.
denji's moaning into his mouth as well. that's... fuck, that's good. he feels good. bakugou digs his fingers into the blonde's upper arm and shoulder, toes curling beside his ass as his hiked leg spreads a bit wider to try and alleviate some of the feelings. the humming encouragement earns a muffled "fuck you" back in response as bakugou kisses denji again, shoving his tongue into his mouth just to trade that low groan from his throat to the other boy's. finally breaking the kiss, bakugou leans his head back just enough to breathe, forehead pressing to denji's as he gets used to the sensation of his fingers inside him.] Just... fuck... start moving.
[he's not going to let denji go too fast with this, dammit! it's their first time and he wants to savor each step. from kissing to grinding to sucking to fingering to fucking.]