[does he know that list? no. but he's pretty sure it exists. simply because he has one for denji that doesn't go further than his own brain. of course he's begun to find his boyfriend attractive in more ways than just physical appearance. what he does can trigger a warm flush through katsuki's body, anywhere from waking up in the morning and stretching his arms over his head in the sunlight, outlining his back and chest, to tossing an empty soda can towards the trash, regardless of whether denji makes it or not. controlling those reactions is usually easy, but sometimes, hormones take control and katsuki's the one glowering behind his hand at the wheel of the patrol car, trying to will the blood away from his cheeks and shove his mind off the "i wanna do him" scrolling marquee behind his damn eyes.
this one's a little easier; the horny urge contrasts with denji's relaxation in the cold water. that languid tilt of his head against the rim and soft smile reminds him just how tender and attractive his boyfriend can be. someone who's been through so much unloved and abused times in his life... is still capable of these feelings. some might call it naive, broken, overly trusting... but it's also proof of denji's strength, resilience, and good heart. katsuki doesn't want to give this boy any reason to feel wretched around him.
yeah, yeah. he plans on getting in. when the water's not eager to choke the blood in his veins and make his heart stop from the frigid shock. sheesh. it's not a damn dip in a frozen lake, but it's a contrast enough.]
Don't ever forget it.
[tch, that flush on denji's face is too tempting. he leans forward from his seat, one hand moving to tuck under his shirt and start hiking it up along his stomach, and closes the distance between their lips. a gentle kiss that lingers, tasting the salty bite of sweat keeping on denji's lips until it wipes away with a brief tongue when katsuki breaks the kiss and draws back. he made the other boy a promise a long time ago that he wasn't going to abandon him, and he refuses to break that promise. no matter what he sees in denji's past, it doesn't have to destroy anything in their present and future. who you were then isn't an excuse to never change for the better now. even the ugly side of denji had been accepted. katsuki fully intends for that example to be emblazoned in the other boy's mind whenever he doubts.
before he can bark at his boyfriend to at least wash his face off, denji's scooping water up and doing so. rubbing at his skin, sluicing it into his hair, anything except slouching down enough to go underwater. what's he worried about, brain freeze? well that slicked-back style doesn't look too bad, even if it's tempting to ruffle his hand in it.]
Yeah, yeah. [katsuki stretches his free arm over his head, simultaneously using the other to shove his shirt the side of said arm and eventually off his hand. he tucks his head, the shirt goes opposite, collar tugging off his hair, and then sheds the rest of it sleeve-first off his arm. material flops in a crumple against the side of the tub, soaking up the water denji's dribbling along the edge via his crossed arms. he's never forced the scar into the other boy's face, knowing it has a deal of trauma with in it, but likewise never tries to hide it from him. the puncture scars through katsuki's left shoulder and lower right side are as visible as the large burst scar torn open in the center of his chest and the marred rips along his right arm where denji's chainsaws had gone. the wounds at least are healed, his muscles and bones fine, but the marks will remain for as long as he's here in this world. testament to what happened that harsh day.
denji gets a few seconds to look, but only a few before katsuki's standing up and working at the fastener of his pants. button pops, zipper falls, and he pushes the material down his waist and thighs so he can hike a knee one after the other and strip the legs from his ankles. left his slips by the door after all.] Did you warm it up yet?
[katsuki sheds his boxer briefs, kicking them off his foot with a quick motion, then moves to the side of the tub to stick a hand in and check the temperature.]
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this one's a little easier; the horny urge contrasts with denji's relaxation in the cold water. that languid tilt of his head against the rim and soft smile reminds him just how tender and attractive his boyfriend can be. someone who's been through so much unloved and abused times in his life... is still capable of these feelings. some might call it naive, broken, overly trusting... but it's also proof of denji's strength, resilience, and good heart. katsuki doesn't want to give this boy any reason to feel wretched around him.
yeah, yeah. he plans on getting in. when the water's not eager to choke the blood in his veins and make his heart stop from the frigid shock. sheesh. it's not a damn dip in a frozen lake, but it's a contrast enough.]
Don't ever forget it.
[tch, that flush on denji's face is too tempting. he leans forward from his seat, one hand moving to tuck under his shirt and start hiking it up along his stomach, and closes the distance between their lips. a gentle kiss that lingers, tasting the salty bite of sweat keeping on denji's lips until it wipes away with a brief tongue when katsuki breaks the kiss and draws back. he made the other boy a promise a long time ago that he wasn't going to abandon him, and he refuses to break that promise. no matter what he sees in denji's past, it doesn't have to destroy anything in their present and future. who you were then isn't an excuse to never change for the better now. even the ugly side of denji had been accepted. katsuki fully intends for that example to be emblazoned in the other boy's mind whenever he doubts.
before he can bark at his boyfriend to at least wash his face off, denji's scooping water up and doing so. rubbing at his skin, sluicing it into his hair, anything except slouching down enough to go underwater. what's he worried about, brain freeze? well that slicked-back style doesn't look too bad, even if it's tempting to ruffle his hand in it.]
Yeah, yeah. [katsuki stretches his free arm over his head, simultaneously using the other to shove his shirt the side of said arm and eventually off his hand. he tucks his head, the shirt goes opposite, collar tugging off his hair, and then sheds the rest of it sleeve-first off his arm. material flops in a crumple against the side of the tub, soaking up the water denji's dribbling along the edge via his crossed arms. he's never forced the scar into the other boy's face, knowing it has a deal of trauma with in it, but likewise never tries to hide it from him. the puncture scars through katsuki's left shoulder and lower right side are as visible as the large burst scar torn open in the center of his chest and the marred rips along his right arm where denji's chainsaws had gone. the wounds at least are healed, his muscles and bones fine, but the marks will remain for as long as he's here in this world. testament to what happened that harsh day.
denji gets a few seconds to look, but only a few before katsuki's standing up and working at the fastener of his pants. button pops, zipper falls, and he pushes the material down his waist and thighs so he can hike a knee one after the other and strip the legs from his ankles. left his slips by the door after all.] Did you warm it up yet?
[katsuki sheds his boxer briefs, kicking them off his foot with a quick motion, then moves to the side of the tub to stick a hand in and check the temperature.]