[katsuki doesn't know if training can increase denji's strength, but logically he figures it should. even if it's nothing more than pumping iron to build his muscles or trying to train his reflexes to react faster. he's already harped on denji (in that irritable but nerdy way) to be more varied with his chainsaws, sparked when the half-devil revealed he could pull the chains themselves off to use them. perhaps they can't increase pochita's strength without fear, but denji isn't pochita, even if the devil serves as his heart. everything around pochita is still denji. physically, katsuki can push his boyfriend to train and grow stronger, but when it comes to the other boy's emotions and mentality... that's something the hero has to handle far more carefully and respectfully. while he'll forever snarl at denji when the guy suggests it was his own weakness that led to the worm's brainwashing, katsuki likewise agrees there's got to be some way to deal with mental attacks. focusing on good memories and emotions, those that serve as a core and create a person's beliefs, are likely keys in dealing with that. but alas, hopefully they'll never have to test that crap.
katsuki never thought much about his sexuality, or sex in general, as he grew up. girls always avoided him due to his temper and he was too focused on his amazing record, powerful quirk, and heroic future to think about dating, romance, or even what he found attractive in someone. that first year in u.a. really woke up a number of things inside him, including his attention to other people, namely his classmates. attraction never got out beyond his mind, noting some things here or there he liked. but it laid a fine groundwork for when denji came in. odd to think the guy who ticked him off for being kind of clingy earlier, the guy who was as focused on girls and tits as mineta, would end up being the guy katsuki started dating. he respects and likes strength, so was it that surprising to find denji attractive? from the definition of his muscles to that charming smile on his face to the glimmer of sharp white teeth katsuki came to realize he had a thing for. his naivety and innocence can drive him up the wall at times, yet both draw him in just as well. this boy has no right being so comfortable to hold between his arms at night, or feel wrapped around him when they share a bed in a tender embrace. too late for take backs now. he has no regrets.
he should've protested more. getting manhandled like some little kid pisses him off. but there's something about it when denji does it... he's NOT going to think about that! more fun to make a mess of his boyfriend's throat and feel him squirm a little with his mouth on his neck. yeah, he knows denji likes it harder, a full bite leaving marks in its wake. makes it more fun to refuse, keeping the touches gentler and ironically dominate him that way. tongue curling over his voice box, tracing where his teeth at just been, laving a wet path across throbbing veins he feels pulsing against his tongue. he'll bite him harder later. it's not like denji hasn't teased him in the past a shitload of different ways. paybacks.]
Better not be. I'm not getting some damn Pavlovian response from a bathroom. [katsuki doesn't make a habit of getting showers with denji in the personal bathroom. he'd rather not have that kind of reputation, thanks. keep it to their room(s) and other private places. denji's capable of turning him on a lot more easily now. he eases off the grip in his boyfriend's hair, sliding his hand down the side of his neck to rest on his trape. fuck, those strong hands wandering down his ribs and moving to his back before following his hips and thighs earn a low shudder from the blonde's head to tailbone. it's embarrassing, but denji knows how to touch him, already starting to harden between their hips. right when the devil hunter opts to take his seat.
katsuki follows him quickly. it's almost a relief to sink down in the cold water. cool that stupid problem off as he leans back against the half-devil's chest. che. he knew there was only a scant few seconds between deciding to sit down and denji deciding he's gonna be really damn naughty with his mouth. yeah, fucking in the bath is a bad idea. well, the start of a bath. they can fuck around at the end of it. it's all going down the drain anyways and a quick shower can take off whatever might've been leftover. he feels the little triangle of denji's ripcord pressing against his skin, the trail of it lining up with his spine. lucky for denji, katsuki can't reach it to mess with it like he sometimes does.]
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katsuki never thought much about his sexuality, or sex in general, as he grew up. girls always avoided him due to his temper and he was too focused on his amazing record, powerful quirk, and heroic future to think about dating, romance, or even what he found attractive in someone. that first year in u.a. really woke up a number of things inside him, including his attention to other people, namely his classmates. attraction never got out beyond his mind, noting some things here or there he liked. but it laid a fine groundwork for when denji came in. odd to think the guy who ticked him off for being kind of clingy earlier, the guy who was as focused on girls and tits as mineta, would end up being the guy katsuki started dating. he respects and likes strength, so was it that surprising to find denji attractive? from the definition of his muscles to that charming smile on his face to the glimmer of sharp white teeth katsuki came to realize he had a thing for. his naivety and innocence can drive him up the wall at times, yet both draw him in just as well. this boy has no right being so comfortable to hold between his arms at night, or feel wrapped around him when they share a bed in a tender embrace. too late for take backs now. he has no regrets.
he should've protested more. getting manhandled like some little kid pisses him off. but there's something about it when denji does it... he's NOT going to think about that! more fun to make a mess of his boyfriend's throat and feel him squirm a little with his mouth on his neck. yeah, he knows denji likes it harder, a full bite leaving marks in its wake. makes it more fun to refuse, keeping the touches gentler and ironically dominate him that way. tongue curling over his voice box, tracing where his teeth at just been, laving a wet path across throbbing veins he feels pulsing against his tongue. he'll bite him harder later. it's not like denji hasn't teased him in the past a shitload of different ways. paybacks.]
Better not be. I'm not getting some damn Pavlovian response from a bathroom. [katsuki doesn't make a habit of getting showers with denji in the personal bathroom. he'd rather not have that kind of reputation, thanks. keep it to their room(s) and other private places. denji's capable of turning him on a lot more easily now. he eases off the grip in his boyfriend's hair, sliding his hand down the side of his neck to rest on his trape. fuck, those strong hands wandering down his ribs and moving to his back before following his hips and thighs earn a low shudder from the blonde's head to tailbone. it's embarrassing, but denji knows how to touch him, already starting to harden between their hips. right when the devil hunter opts to take his seat.
katsuki follows him quickly. it's almost a relief to sink down in the cold water. cool that stupid problem off as he leans back against the half-devil's chest. che. he knew there was only a scant few seconds between deciding to sit down and denji deciding he's gonna be really damn naughty with his mouth. yeah, fucking in the bath is a bad idea. well, the start of a bath. they can fuck around at the end of it. it's all going down the drain anyways and a quick shower can take off whatever might've been leftover. he feels the little triangle of denji's ripcord pressing against his skin, the trail of it lining up with his spine. lucky for denji, katsuki can't reach it to mess with it like he sometimes does.]
Yeah. I'm bringing extra blankets too.