[ was he not supposed to just shove them in? a tiny, fleeting second of doubt made him stop, but it was easily buried between bakugou's overwhelming attention on him. how the hell is he supposed to even think at this point? head fucking empty and whatever is taking over him is this undeniable urge to fuck this boy as hard and as fast as he can. breath catching in his throat from the shift of bare skin against skin, his eyes hooded as he propped his arm around bakugou's leg, somewhat forcing him to keep it curled around his waist. he then leaned in to meet his mouth. an eager caress of tongue, a hungry growl from his throat as he tasted his partner's hot, wet lips. rough palm grazed the length of those hips, waist, ribcage; fingertips drifting over the scattered, erratic heartbeat in bakugou's chest, up to cup his jaw in a sloppy, heated kiss.
and, now he started moving his fingers, pushing through the tight ring of muscles, careful but not really as careful. soon after, he started fucking him, working his fingers and finding a pace. pulling back to catch his breath, denji made the terrible mistake of glancing down at their bodies and his heart flared up at the sight of the other boy on the bed with his thighs spread, his swollen, dripping cock bobbing back against his stomach with obvious, blatant lust and further lower he can see his own hand pressed, moving into him. and that's when denji decided— he is absolutely obsessed with this human. he wants more of him. he wants all of him. his body, mind, and soul. denji never thought of himself as someone who could be possessive of anything on this earth, maybe it was a perk more suited for the devil in him, but it also felt so good to think this way. to amuse the thought: what it would be like to take him? fuck him so hard that it hurts. his eyes read feral, and denji wants, wants so much to let those intrusive thoughts win, wants to let those fingers wring him out right now on the dirty floor, but he knows he can’t. mustn’t. shouldn’t.
maybe another day ....
slow down. he's supposed to slow down. bakugou wants him to slow down ... denji's two brain cells are working overtime here, trying to comply with his partner's wishes. he sucks in a harsh breath through his nose, he stops for a moment and then exhales. the absolute horny filth of a face denji had is something else, silently promising him that he might not be this kind next time as he ran his tongue over his upper lip. but, he cares for him. he cares too much. his beloved, sexy, gorgeous, insanely attractive - ]
Anything for you ♥
[ denji murmured, his speech slurring in distraction as he worked to scissor his fingers a little wider. oh, he's not calm at all. he thrusts his fingers into his lover with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in, the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in denji's starved body. it's so lewd, watching himself do this to someone else— touch someone like this. his face going up in flame, his mouth salivating as he took in the sight of bakugou spread out before him over the bed, he clenched his teeth against another bit-back, throaty groan. leaning in and looming over the other boy as denji added a third finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. still so tight. too tight, yet bakugou took it like a champ. he's perfect. perfect in every way. he kept at it, faster, deeper ... ]
You look ... so good. [ denji hummed, his voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. he just wanted to sink his teeth into that delicious throat of his again, grab him by the hair, and enjoy every inch of that inviting body of his. ] Your face, your voice, your scent... perfect.
[ -the dried blood in each corner of those luscious lips, the desperation and hunger shared by the two of them, the invited curiosity and the desire, all but writhing beneath him. the list goes on. it's endless— bakugou is truly the one he should share this experience with. it almost made all those shitty attempts in the past worth it if it was fated to lead denji to this night. the next moments form a vortex in his chest; it’s more than the sensation of being pressed, of being teased to watch and not act. denji loved it, loved every second of it as he belongs, utterly and entirely, to bakugou now.
still, he has limits.
denji grips his hips, claws into the meat of them, yanks the other boy into the position he needs him in. he wants to say that’s enough, really – that he’s ready. been ready. he likes to believe bakugou heard him and he smiles. overwhelmed and blinded by it, denji pulled his fingers back, hiked his arms beneath both of his lover's knees, and pressed the blunt, swollen head of his dick against the slick heat. he then — pushed. gentle this time, slow. the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, and ... oh my god. denji clutched his eyes shut, gasping and shuddering, nails digging deeper into his flesh. he grunts, then moans, voice tight and breathless; every muscle screaming to move. 'fuck' denji cursed, bit down on his bottom lip, pulled his hips back and buried himself in deep. the sensation, the intensity- left inside denji filled, compressed, and consumed, and something bursts and surges inside him that no willpower could withstand.
he stares the other down with heavy lids, one hand reaching out to grab into the bed's headboard, the other keeping bakugou still from the hips. the contortion of bodies convenes in hot chaos as he presses himself inside bakugou's warmth in steady, slow thrusts. it's almost, almost lacking friction. it felt good, too fucking good. shit, denji is lost in bliss, and with one final ounce of sobriety he asks, for one last time- ]
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take your time with this one bb <3 I'll always return to it since its an important thread for them
Date: 5/18/24 16:57 (UTC)and, now he started moving his fingers, pushing through the tight ring of muscles, careful but not really as careful. soon after, he started fucking him, working his fingers and finding a pace. pulling back to catch his breath, denji made the terrible mistake of glancing down at their bodies and his heart flared up at the sight of the other boy on the bed with his thighs spread, his swollen, dripping cock bobbing back against his stomach with obvious, blatant lust and further lower he can see his own hand pressed, moving into him. and that's when denji decided— he is absolutely obsessed with this human. he wants more of him. he wants all of him. his body, mind, and soul. denji never thought of himself as someone who could be possessive of anything on this earth, maybe it was a perk more suited for the devil in him, but it also felt so good to think this way. to amuse the thought: what it would be like to take him? fuck him so hard that it hurts. his eyes read feral, and denji wants, wants so much to let those intrusive thoughts win, wants to let those fingers wring him out right now on the dirty floor, but he knows he can’t. mustn’t. shouldn’t.
maybe another day ....
slow down. he's supposed to slow down. bakugou wants him to slow down ... denji's two brain cells are working overtime here, trying to comply with his partner's wishes. he sucks in a harsh breath through his nose, he stops for a moment and then exhales. the absolute horny filth of a face denji had is something else, silently promising him that he might not be this kind next time as he ran his tongue over his upper lip. but, he cares for him. he cares too much. his beloved, sexy, gorgeous, insanely attractive - ]
Anything for you ♥
[ denji murmured, his speech slurring in distraction as he worked to scissor his fingers a little wider. oh, he's not calm at all. he thrusts his fingers into his lover with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in, the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in denji's starved body. it's so lewd, watching himself do this to someone else— touch someone like this. his face going up in flame, his mouth salivating as he took in the sight of bakugou spread out before him over the bed, he clenched his teeth against another bit-back, throaty groan. leaning in and looming over the other boy as denji added a third finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. still so tight. too tight, yet bakugou took it like a champ. he's perfect. perfect in every way. he kept at it, faster, deeper ... ]
You look ... so good. [ denji hummed, his voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. he just wanted to sink his teeth into that delicious throat of his again, grab him by the hair, and enjoy every inch of that inviting body of his. ] Your face, your voice, your scent... perfect.
[ -the dried blood in each corner of those luscious lips, the desperation and hunger shared by the two of them, the invited curiosity and the desire, all but writhing beneath him. the list goes on. it's endless— bakugou is truly the one he should share this experience with. it almost made all those shitty attempts in the past worth it if it was fated to lead denji to this night. the next moments form a vortex in his chest; it’s more than the sensation of being pressed, of being teased to watch and not act. denji loved it, loved every second of it as he belongs, utterly and entirely, to bakugou now.
still, he has limits.
denji grips his hips, claws into the meat of them, yanks the other boy into the position he needs him in. he wants to say that’s enough, really – that he’s ready. been ready. he likes to believe bakugou heard him and he smiles. overwhelmed and blinded by it, denji pulled his fingers back, hiked his arms beneath both of his lover's knees, and pressed the blunt, swollen head of his dick against the slick heat. he then — pushed. gentle this time, slow. the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, and ... oh my god. denji clutched his eyes shut, gasping and shuddering, nails digging deeper into his flesh. he grunts, then moans, voice tight and breathless; every muscle screaming to move. 'fuck' denji cursed, bit down on his bottom lip, pulled his hips back and buried himself in deep. the sensation, the intensity- left inside denji filled, compressed, and consumed, and something bursts and surges inside him that no willpower could withstand.
he stares the other down with heavy lids, one hand reaching out to grab into the bed's headboard, the other keeping bakugou still from the hips. the contortion of bodies convenes in hot chaos as he presses himself inside bakugou's warmth in steady, slow thrusts. it's almost, almost lacking friction. it felt good, too fucking good. shit, denji is lost in bliss, and with one final ounce of sobriety he asks, for one last time- ]
... You good?