[of course he's not supposed to just shove them in! at the very least, it doesn't hurt too badly. bakugou's felt a lot worse pain than this. probably because there's a huge slathering of weird and discomfort all over that pain. he may not know a lot about sex, but at least thinking should be part of it! maybe more so on the first time than future times. don't some things mention getting so caught up in the moment, it just happens? how the hell should he know?! and yet, every rub of bare skin against bare skin is threatening to take those self-controlled moments and shatter them like chains on a grind. denji doesn't have any problem keeping bakugou's leg around his hip, instincts calling him to tighten his limb over the arch of his boyfriend's narrow waist. before mouth to mouth happens again, opening his lips and accepting a sweep of tongue amid the vibrations of a throaty growl as he kisses back.
this isn't the same as a massage after a rough workout or training mission. denji's fingers and palm trail from his pelvis up his obliques to his ribs, creating a mixture of ticklish and arousing reactions as his heart slams behind his pectoral and throbs even further down his body. a low "mph!" puffs into denji's mouth when he starts to move his fingers at the same time he takes bakugou's jaw in his hand. that feels so damn strange. his pulse throbs inside his walls, the slick tunnel of muscle beating in time around denji's fingers. bakugo curls his toes behind his boyfriend's body when both digits push further inside, denting his ring and spreading him open farther in. one part wants him to wait, the other part wants to say "fuck it" and move, but neither's even coming to his mouth when denji starts actively fucking him with his fingers. bakugou chases after the other boy when he breaks the kiss, trying to catch the gossamer thread of spit between them before dropping his head back on the bed amid several panting breaths.
he cracks open an eye, just in time to see denji's attention drop down. bakugou groans thickly in a melange of embarrassment and desire, knowing the other boy's looking at him. the way his chest and stomach flex in time with each breath as he sucks in his air and exhales a second later. his cock hard and dripping already as it twitches between his spread thighs and drools precum onto the flat surface of his adonis belt. balls hanging below his shaft as the lines of his leg muscles clench and relax each time denji's hand visibly curls itself to push his fingers back in again. what a damn sight that is. bakugou's pretty fucking sure the half-devil is just as "bad" right now, what with his mouth hanging half-open, lips still glistening with saliva, torso tightening and swelling under each nigh-silent breath, cock just as tense and eager between his thighs as bakugou keeps denji's lower body arrested between his calf and upper leg.
it'd be a lie to say he recognizes the look in the boy's eyes. but instincts tell him he has to stop him before denji does something stupid and makes this a fucking mess. someone's got more than two brain cells working right now. bakugou tugs one hand free from the bedding he'd been fisting and reaches out to slap his hand against the other boy's shoulder. sweaty, hot, strong, perfect to grab onto and squeeze a few times to try and drag him back into the here and now. until he gets that sudden inhale, golden eyes blinking, a pause in action, and finally an exhale as denji's face fades back from a beast looking at raw meat with ravenous hunger to the same teenager he saw before. yeah, so maybe he'll get that horndog another time, maybe there won't be such patience next time, but that's fine. this time is happening now. bakugou swallows thickly in response to the question and the leisurely plunge of fingers again.]
Fuck... you... you really are... eager for this- [those twin finger spread apart, even that little bit, and his eyes widen, free arm jabbing his elbow into the bed and his leg tightening around denji's waist. fuck-! he doesn't know if that hurts, feels weird, or makes him want to cum immediately! and then it thrusts back in again, driving bakugou's head back to the pillow as he groans a short, thick noise of pleasure finally making its way past the bad sensation. he grits his teeth, trying to hold back the noises, despite that meaning they get to hear the sloppy, squelching sounds of denji's fingers pistoning in and out of bakugou's ass instead. he tightens up instinctively, abdominal muscles flexing hard below his glistening stomach, and squeezes down on denji's fingers with his core. forces them right back shut for a few stubborn seconds until bakugou manages to relax and the half-devil can pry the human's ass open again just in time for a third finger.] Ah-hhangh!
[it got bigger?! bakugou jerks his head down, eyes half-open and face flushed hot red, a snarl peeling his lips away from his white teeth despite the somewhat-delirious look raging behind his red eyes. of course he's going to take it like a fucking champ! this is just sex! it's not an injury! he wants denji inside him and fucking said so! that hand on denji's shoulder slips to instead hook around the back of his neck, holding him there over his body so bakugou can stare up at him and watch his expression. he looks good like this, amazing, so intent and amazed at the feeling.]
Uru... urusei- guh... Don't you... dare fucking stop- [stop fucking him? stop touching him? stop talking to him? stop looking at him? who knows. none of these? all of these. bakugou doesn't want anything to come between him and denji and the things they're making each other feel right now. even if it's weird, awkward, sexy, hot, awesome. but he's got his own limits too. two fingers first, then three, squishing in and out of his ass over and over. it doesn't burn as much anymore, his body's getting accustomed to the feeling of something being in there, and his own arousal is urging for something more. connecting with denji even more intimately than they are right now.] Denji- Shit-! En- enough! ... I'm ready- just-!
[his panting growls break off in a yelp of surprise when denji does exactly what he wants and slams his claws into his hips. one solid yank and bakugou slides a few inches down the bed, hips shoving up against the other boy's legs, ass pushing onto denji's knees. his eyes widen and his throat dips in a hard swallow, breath catching in his throat as reality smacks him right in the fire-fueled face. bakugou grunts hard as those fingers yank out, leaving him gaping in protest at being empty, before his knees are suddenly introduced to denji's forearms, then elbows, hooking around them as his feet get hauled clean off the bed. he stares up at the other boy, mouth hovering partially slack as he feels denji's blunt, oozing head push against his hole. he can feel his heartbeat in his dick. denji's really gonna-
and pushes. bakugou's head drops back, chin tucking upward, eyes widening as his ass spreads open around the other boy's tip. not the same as fingers, it's one solid probe, pushing inside and stretching him as his muscle slides backwards over denji's tip. slowly, gently, widening him all the way to the soft flare of his crown... before pop and he's inside him. bakugou's mouth opens in a silent gasp of shock and pleasure, body clenching down eagerly as he tightens around the back of his lover's little flared rim. now he can really feel denji's pulse. bakugou only dares to let one eye clench shut at the strain, the other wrenched open because he's not going to miss his boyfriend's expression. eyes shut, gasping like that, shoulders shuddering and arms shaking under bakugou's knees, blunt nails digging into his flesh to the point the blonde's squeezing his hand hard around denji's shoulder. fuck... he sounds so good like that, the single grunt of completion, then the moan of more. such a beautiful, passionate creature.
bakugou opens his mouth to say something-] FUCK!
[that comes out instead. a harsh, ragged shout of a million sensations all at once. every goddamn inch of him's inside. buried in deep, balls slapping firmly against bakugou's ass like some claim to reality. bakugou digs his fingers into denji's shoulder, legs hardening up hard from where they're thrown over his boyfriend's arms, toes curling hard enough to pop and muscles flexing all over his body. goddamn! he didn't feel this big when he was in bakugou's hand! feels like he got impaled, everything's burning, deep inside feels freezing, his body's yelling full full full and he wants to cum so bad it's almost agonizing! but despite his ass contracting wildly all over denji's dick, squeezing and trying to expel him in frantic convulsions... it feels so good he can't even describe it.
there are tears beading at the corner of his eyes, his face is a red mess, choppy bangs plastered to his forehead, legs spreading an indecent W over denji's arms, a dick shoved balls deep up his ass, breath heaving in and out of his mouth with his pectorals working like bellows, and yet his cock's shaking with arousal and his balls feel like they're ready to burst. above it all, denji's looming over him like a fucking god, handsome face as debased as his own, saliva on the rim of his lips, sharp teeth glistening with each breath, that damn ripcord dangling below his pecs, and his shoulders and arms tense up from his own pleasure. he can see each line on his neck when he swallows. denji looks stupidly good like this. his breath hitches again when that arm reaches for the headboard, taking bakugou's leg with it to spread him further, and he grabs at the other boy's hips with his free arm, tangling them in a weird twist on the bed. contorted, twisted together, and yet that feels just as amazing. every point of contact between him and denji glows red-hot in his mind. slow thrusts, rolling hips, barely even moving, and he's fucking grateful for that.] Easy... ngh... easy, you son of a... haa-haa... fuck... Don't move... until I say so...
[he can handle these slow rolls of his hips, feeling his dick churning and rutting so deep inside him. bakugou's not sure he can handle a full thrust. in that if denji does, he's probably going to cum right then and there. there's something else he wants to know first/]
we shall get through it! while still tagging all over our other threads, haha~ ♥
this isn't the same as a massage after a rough workout or training mission. denji's fingers and palm trail from his pelvis up his obliques to his ribs, creating a mixture of ticklish and arousing reactions as his heart slams behind his pectoral and throbs even further down his body. a low "mph!" puffs into denji's mouth when he starts to move his fingers at the same time he takes bakugou's jaw in his hand. that feels so damn strange. his pulse throbs inside his walls, the slick tunnel of muscle beating in time around denji's fingers. bakugo curls his toes behind his boyfriend's body when both digits push further inside, denting his ring and spreading him open farther in. one part wants him to wait, the other part wants to say "fuck it" and move, but neither's even coming to his mouth when denji starts actively fucking him with his fingers. bakugou chases after the other boy when he breaks the kiss, trying to catch the gossamer thread of spit between them before dropping his head back on the bed amid several panting breaths.
he cracks open an eye, just in time to see denji's attention drop down. bakugou groans thickly in a melange of embarrassment and desire, knowing the other boy's looking at him. the way his chest and stomach flex in time with each breath as he sucks in his air and exhales a second later. his cock hard and dripping already as it twitches between his spread thighs and drools precum onto the flat surface of his adonis belt. balls hanging below his shaft as the lines of his leg muscles clench and relax each time denji's hand visibly curls itself to push his fingers back in again. what a damn sight that is. bakugou's pretty fucking sure the half-devil is just as "bad" right now, what with his mouth hanging half-open, lips still glistening with saliva, torso tightening and swelling under each nigh-silent breath, cock just as tense and eager between his thighs as bakugou keeps denji's lower body arrested between his calf and upper leg.
it'd be a lie to say he recognizes the look in the boy's eyes. but instincts tell him he has to stop him before denji does something stupid and makes this a fucking mess. someone's got more than two brain cells working right now. bakugou tugs one hand free from the bedding he'd been fisting and reaches out to slap his hand against the other boy's shoulder. sweaty, hot, strong, perfect to grab onto and squeeze a few times to try and drag him back into the here and now. until he gets that sudden inhale, golden eyes blinking, a pause in action, and finally an exhale as denji's face fades back from a beast looking at raw meat with ravenous hunger to the same teenager he saw before. yeah, so maybe he'll get that horndog another time, maybe there won't be such patience next time, but that's fine. this time is happening now. bakugou swallows thickly in response to the question and the leisurely plunge of fingers again.]
Fuck... you... you really are... eager for this- [those twin finger spread apart, even that little bit, and his eyes widen, free arm jabbing his elbow into the bed and his leg tightening around denji's waist. fuck-! he doesn't know if that hurts, feels weird, or makes him want to cum immediately! and then it thrusts back in again, driving bakugou's head back to the pillow as he groans a short, thick noise of pleasure finally making its way past the bad sensation. he grits his teeth, trying to hold back the noises, despite that meaning they get to hear the sloppy, squelching sounds of denji's fingers pistoning in and out of bakugou's ass instead. he tightens up instinctively, abdominal muscles flexing hard below his glistening stomach, and squeezes down on denji's fingers with his core. forces them right back shut for a few stubborn seconds until bakugou manages to relax and the half-devil can pry the human's ass open again just in time for a third finger.] Ah-hhangh!
[it got bigger?! bakugou jerks his head down, eyes half-open and face flushed hot red, a snarl peeling his lips away from his white teeth despite the somewhat-delirious look raging behind his red eyes. of course he's going to take it like a fucking champ! this is just sex! it's not an injury! he wants denji inside him and fucking said so! that hand on denji's shoulder slips to instead hook around the back of his neck, holding him there over his body so bakugou can stare up at him and watch his expression. he looks good like this, amazing, so intent and amazed at the feeling.]
Uru... urusei- guh... Don't you... dare fucking stop- [stop fucking him? stop touching him? stop talking to him? stop looking at him? who knows. none of these? all of these. bakugou doesn't want anything to come between him and denji and the things they're making each other feel right now. even if it's weird, awkward, sexy, hot, awesome. but he's got his own limits too. two fingers first, then three, squishing in and out of his ass over and over. it doesn't burn as much anymore, his body's getting accustomed to the feeling of something being in there, and his own arousal is urging for something more. connecting with denji even more intimately than they are right now.] Denji- Shit-! En- enough! ... I'm ready- just-!
[his panting growls break off in a yelp of surprise when denji does exactly what he wants and slams his claws into his hips. one solid yank and bakugou slides a few inches down the bed, hips shoving up against the other boy's legs, ass pushing onto denji's knees. his eyes widen and his throat dips in a hard swallow, breath catching in his throat as reality smacks him right in the fire-fueled face. bakugou grunts hard as those fingers yank out, leaving him gaping in protest at being empty, before his knees are suddenly introduced to denji's forearms, then elbows, hooking around them as his feet get hauled clean off the bed. he stares up at the other boy, mouth hovering partially slack as he feels denji's blunt, oozing head push against his hole. he can feel his heartbeat in his dick. denji's really gonna-
and pushes. bakugou's head drops back, chin tucking upward, eyes widening as his ass spreads open around the other boy's tip. not the same as fingers, it's one solid probe, pushing inside and stretching him as his muscle slides backwards over denji's tip. slowly, gently, widening him all the way to the soft flare of his crown... before pop and he's inside him. bakugou's mouth opens in a silent gasp of shock and pleasure, body clenching down eagerly as he tightens around the back of his lover's little flared rim. now he can really feel denji's pulse. bakugou only dares to let one eye clench shut at the strain, the other wrenched open because he's not going to miss his boyfriend's expression. eyes shut, gasping like that, shoulders shuddering and arms shaking under bakugou's knees, blunt nails digging into his flesh to the point the blonde's squeezing his hand hard around denji's shoulder. fuck... he sounds so good like that, the single grunt of completion, then the moan of more. such a beautiful, passionate creature.
bakugou opens his mouth to say something-] FUCK!
[that comes out instead. a harsh, ragged shout of a million sensations all at once. every goddamn inch of him's inside. buried in deep, balls slapping firmly against bakugou's ass like some claim to reality. bakugou digs his fingers into denji's shoulder, legs hardening up hard from where they're thrown over his boyfriend's arms, toes curling hard enough to pop and muscles flexing all over his body. goddamn! he didn't feel this big when he was in bakugou's hand! feels like he got impaled, everything's burning, deep inside feels freezing, his body's yelling full full full and he wants to cum so bad it's almost agonizing! but despite his ass contracting wildly all over denji's dick, squeezing and trying to expel him in frantic convulsions... it feels so good he can't even describe it.
there are tears beading at the corner of his eyes, his face is a red mess, choppy bangs plastered to his forehead, legs spreading an indecent W over denji's arms, a dick shoved balls deep up his ass, breath heaving in and out of his mouth with his pectorals working like bellows, and yet his cock's shaking with arousal and his balls feel like they're ready to burst. above it all, denji's looming over him like a fucking god, handsome face as debased as his own, saliva on the rim of his lips, sharp teeth glistening with each breath, that damn ripcord dangling below his pecs, and his shoulders and arms tense up from his own pleasure. he can see each line on his neck when he swallows. denji looks stupidly good like this. his breath hitches again when that arm reaches for the headboard, taking bakugou's leg with it to spread him further, and he grabs at the other boy's hips with his free arm, tangling them in a weird twist on the bed. contorted, twisted together, and yet that feels just as amazing. every point of contact between him and denji glows red-hot in his mind. slow thrusts, rolling hips, barely even moving, and he's fucking grateful for that.] Easy... ngh... easy, you son of a... haa-haa... fuck... Don't move... until I say so...
[he can handle these slow rolls of his hips, feeling his dick churning and rutting so deep inside him. bakugou's not sure he can handle a full thrust. in that if denji does, he's probably going to cum right then and there. there's something else he wants to know first/]
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