[ will he ever ask for that scar to be removed? maybe not right now, especially when this incident is the reason why he decided he's been ignoring his flaws for too long. he wants to get stronger and while others tend to train to enhance their combat skills and physical endurance, this approach might not be necessary for someone who holds a devil's heart. he can spend hours in the gym daily, but that won't change the fact a devil's strength relies solely on human fear. in the end, denji's drawback is the fragility of his emotions. it makes him easy to manipulate, and weak to give in to impulses, and that's what happened in vegas. how can he learn from this? how can he get better? he's not sure ... but he knew he had katsuki by his side to help him figure it out. he's not alone here.
that tiny flex of muscles back then was hard to dismiss, and it never failed to amaze him how those masculine traits had such an influence on him since the start of his unpredicted attraction for the young hero. to think that someone who was obsessed with sexualizing women and had visible distrust towards men could change within a few months, and in some stupid logic— denji thought if he could ever fancy a man enough to want to have sex with him, he'd favor someone with feminine features. once again, for shallow reasons. however, bakugou is different. a toned, muscular body that is painted in battle scars, fierce in nature, confident and bold with an undeniable aura to dominate. and now, this is exactly what made him this attractive in denji's eyes, every inch of him is worth admiring; even when he's giving out a nasty scowl and the infamous stink eye. still gorgeous. still delicious. only katsuki can get away with it.
denji was expecting some protest for picking his boyfriend up that way, but it didn't happen because bakugou is smart enough to know how to really get to him, how to rile him up and earn revenge— and to have his mouth on his throat will do the trick just fine. it's not only the bite in itself, but the warmth of his breath, the wet brush of his tongue against the sensitive skin, the fact he was baring his teeth, feral and going in for such a risky bend. hell, bakugou would feel the rapid beats of denji's heart pulsing through his veins. it's a soft bite, a nibble, a tease ... and fuck, the half-devil wished it wasn't. his fingers reached to curl around his neck, and then he breathed. shit, what was wrong with him? ]
... Is the bathroom our official 'I want to fuck him' spot?
[ because ... it's certainly turning into one, isn't it? denji said it as a lighthearted, crude joke but he's also confessing here. he glanced down at the other boy's body, both hands slowly skimming down the arch of his back, then lower his hips and thighs; keeping his touch timid for now. denji then relaxed back into the water again, spreading his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. honestly, with the way he's sitting down and the other is still on his feet, it's hard not to be mindful of how naked bakugou is right now. it didn't matter how many times he'd seen him bare, it will never fail to capture denji's undivided attention.
it's a perfect time to splatter some cool water into his horribly flustered face. he had to remind himself that fucking inside the bathtub is a hygiene hazard, not sure bakugou would enjoy bathing in tainted water, unlike their shower adventures where they can rinse off their sins down the drains. plus, he kinda wants them to have a cute night of them chilling in a bubble bath, enjoying their dinner, talking about their day, and catching a breather. cute shit like that.
but, but- he's also a weak, pathetic man. ] ... you're sleeping in my room tonight, right?
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that tiny flex of muscles back then was hard to dismiss, and it never failed to amaze him how those masculine traits had such an influence on him since the start of his unpredicted attraction for the young hero. to think that someone who was obsessed with sexualizing women and had visible distrust towards men could change within a few months, and in some stupid logic— denji thought if he could ever fancy a man enough to want to have sex with him, he'd favor someone with feminine features. once again, for shallow reasons. however, bakugou is different. a toned, muscular body that is painted in battle scars, fierce in nature, confident and bold with an undeniable aura to dominate. and now, this is exactly what made him this attractive in denji's eyes, every inch of him is worth admiring; even when he's giving out a nasty scowl and the infamous stink eye. still gorgeous. still delicious. only katsuki can get away with it.
denji was expecting some protest for picking his boyfriend up that way, but it didn't happen because bakugou is smart enough to know how to really get to him, how to rile him up and earn revenge— and to have his mouth on his throat will do the trick just fine. it's not only the bite in itself, but the warmth of his breath, the wet brush of his tongue against the sensitive skin, the fact he was baring his teeth, feral and going in for such a risky bend. hell, bakugou would feel the rapid beats of denji's heart pulsing through his veins. it's a soft bite, a nibble, a tease ... and fuck, the half-devil wished it wasn't. his fingers reached to curl around his neck, and then he breathed. shit, what was wrong with him? ]
... Is the bathroom our official 'I want to fuck him' spot?
[ because ... it's certainly turning into one, isn't it? denji said it as a lighthearted, crude joke but he's also confessing here. he glanced down at the other boy's body, both hands slowly skimming down the arch of his back, then lower his hips and thighs; keeping his touch timid for now. denji then relaxed back into the water again, spreading his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. honestly, with the way he's sitting down and the other is still on his feet, it's hard not to be mindful of how naked bakugou is right now. it didn't matter how many times he'd seen him bare, it will never fail to capture denji's undivided attention.
it's a perfect time to splatter some cool water into his horribly flustered face. he had to remind himself that fucking inside the bathtub is a hygiene hazard, not sure bakugou would enjoy bathing in tainted water, unlike their shower adventures where they can rinse off their sins down the drains. plus, he kinda wants them to have a cute night of them chilling in a bubble bath, enjoying their dinner, talking about their day, and catching a breather. cute shit like that.
but, but- he's also a weak, pathetic man. ] ... you're sleeping in my room tonight, right?
[ the ice cave. ]