[ it's pure evil yet brilliant at the same time how bakugou understood the power of flirting and how it can humble denji. there are times it can rile him up, give all those urges a dangerous boost, and in others it's more sedating— a clever way to dominate and take back control. everything about today felt like a slow, steady, luscious tease, and denji is enjoying every second of it.
... pavlovian? denji silently mouths that word to himself, free to scrunch his nose and look confused as hell while doing so, only because bakugou had his back to him and couldn't see the visible struggle. what a smart-sounding phrase that was a total mystery to him, and he wonders if he should ask for its meaning, or ... attempt to figure it out on his own. the second option would cater to his shaky dignity better. relaxing in the water, denji reflects on his options. he can only assume based on their line of conversation that bakugou agrees they shouldn't make it a habit to mate within the walls of a bathroom all the time, despite the enticement of a wet naked body— the one that's grabbing denji by the throat in this very moment, squeezing on his windpipe and warming him between his thighs, they should be more civil. he contemplates that concept of chivalry in the privacy of his mind because he'd rather think about a random line of thought instead of the weight of the other's body against his dick. right, back to the chivalry, denji decided that is utter bullshit.
he could never see himself as reserved around that boy; whether it was down to simple sexual desires, his safety and well-being, along with the unwavering necessity to make sure what belongs to him stays that way. denji might not be very vocal or open about it, but is it really shocking for someone who grew up having nothing to be mindful of not losing something as precious? 'mindful' might be sugarcoating it, but denji didn't wish to come off as tyrannical. he's careful to pick his battles, when to speak up, when to step in. there is no reason for it now, never sensed the demand for it, yet the fact denji didn't seem to slow down after knowing their official status is somewhat telling too. if anything, it made him even more wary of anyone getting too bold with his partner. so, no, being civilized and chill is not a privilege denji has when it comes to this boy. whether that's a good thing or not— it's up for question.
with a casual smile, denji decided not to hide the obvious. as the other boy positioned himself between his legs, he'd allowed himself to enjoy the mild friction under the water. it's new, too soft to give a nice stroke but a perfect tease which is fitting to their theme today. moreover, those back shoulders are something else, denji watched the muscles flex and relax, moving his gaze towards the nape of bakugou's neck— down to the small details of his freshly trimmed edges. denji had no intent to deprive himself, fingers already holding into each shoulder, slowly and gently kneading on those firm muscles as he revealed. ]
If it makes you feel any better ... there is no ice sculpture of you.
[ after his brief conversations with shoto, it felt lowkey cruel to drag someone like him into his shenanigans. the boy was too innocent to get the joke, and it would feel a bit icky to corrupt him so soon. besides, it did seem like it would upset bakugou in a certain way and ultimately wasn't worth it. denji didn't know what they would walk into, since he allowed shoto to do whatever he deemed fit, but he planned to spend the night with his boyfriend in one way or another. if the base is not fit for it, why couldn't they go somewhere else? that was his plan B and still is. he begins to apply more pressure, his fingers finding the knots and tight spots with an intuitive touch; his thumbs circled those areas with deliberate pressure, each movement aimed at releasing the pent-up stress that had accumulated throughout the day.
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Date: 8/6/24 17:57 (UTC)... pavlovian? denji silently mouths that word to himself, free to scrunch his nose and look confused as hell while doing so, only because bakugou had his back to him and couldn't see the visible struggle. what a smart-sounding phrase that was a total mystery to him, and he wonders if he should ask for its meaning, or ... attempt to figure it out on his own. the second option would cater to his shaky dignity better. relaxing in the water, denji reflects on his options. he can only assume based on their line of conversation that bakugou agrees they shouldn't make it a habit to mate within the walls of a bathroom all the time, despite the enticement of a wet naked body— the one that's grabbing denji by the throat in this very moment, squeezing on his windpipe and warming him between his thighs, they should be more civil. he contemplates that concept of chivalry in the privacy of his mind because he'd rather think about a random line of thought instead of the weight of the other's body against his dick. right, back to the chivalry, denji decided that is utter bullshit.
he could never see himself as reserved around that boy; whether it was down to simple sexual desires, his safety and well-being, along with the unwavering necessity to make sure what belongs to him stays that way. denji might not be very vocal or open about it, but is it really shocking for someone who grew up having nothing to be mindful of not losing something as precious? 'mindful' might be sugarcoating it, but denji didn't wish to come off as tyrannical. he's careful to pick his battles, when to speak up, when to step in. there is no reason for it now, never sensed the demand for it, yet the fact denji didn't seem to slow down after knowing their official status is somewhat telling too. if anything, it made him even more wary of anyone getting too bold with his partner. so, no, being civilized and chill is not a privilege denji has when it comes to this boy. whether that's a good thing or not— it's up for question.
with a casual smile, denji decided not to hide the obvious. as the other boy positioned himself between his legs, he'd allowed himself to enjoy the mild friction under the water. it's new, too soft to give a nice stroke but a perfect tease which is fitting to their theme today. moreover, those back shoulders are something else, denji watched the muscles flex and relax, moving his gaze towards the nape of bakugou's neck— down to the small details of his freshly trimmed edges. denji had no intent to deprive himself, fingers already holding into each shoulder, slowly and gently kneading on those firm muscles as he revealed. ]
If it makes you feel any better ... there is no ice sculpture of you.
[ after his brief conversations with shoto, it felt lowkey cruel to drag someone like him into his shenanigans. the boy was too innocent to get the joke, and it would feel a bit icky to corrupt him so soon. besides, it did seem like it would upset bakugou in a certain way and ultimately wasn't worth it. denji didn't know what they would walk into, since he allowed shoto to do whatever he deemed fit, but he planned to spend the night with his boyfriend in one way or another. if the base is not fit for it, why couldn't they go somewhere else? that was his plan B and still is. he begins to apply more pressure, his fingers finding the knots and tight spots with an intuitive touch; his thumbs circled those areas with deliberate pressure, each movement aimed at releasing the pent-up stress that had accumulated throughout the day.
denji almost forgot about their dinner. almost- ]
Hungry?