[ the amount of strain bakugou's body takes is quite impressive; the size of the blast, the energy behind it, and the recoil after each combustion aren't meant to be endured by a human's body. the fact that his partner makes it look easy is insane, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't walk away from a mission without feeling the heat from it all, especially if they were dealing with a rather pesky kaiju or a group of them. he would often catch katsuki idly holding onto his forearm, bloodied and bruised after a long fight; the vies on his arms added a nice disparity to dominating such a powerful quirk in his favor. it was an attractive sight for reasons he will never disclose.

they're both a little distracted right now, but denji likes to believe he's more sober. is he, though? who knows. as his lids lower over his eyes, a sly smile paints over his lips; he then slouches over, eyeing down the back of the other's neck, tempted. instead of using his teeth as his heart desired, denji traced his fingers upward, massaging his way to the scalp with the lightest graze of his nails. he buries his fingers through those blonde locks as he applies gentle pressure, spreading them and working his way in a slow, circular motion. denji envisions what would feel good to him and offers it to his boyfriend, gentle in how he brushes along bakugou's hair throughout the massage, encouraging him to relax into it, rest and fall into silence. both of them did, and the half-devil is fine with it.

it wasn't a chore, it was something he enjoyed and it showed in the way denji took his sweet time, giving an inkling that he might be the one taking the most pleasure in this exchange. there was no rush to get it over with, nothing more than self-indulgence as his hands brushed over those shoulders again, making sure they didn't require further attention. he then attends to those firm biceps; uncovering further knots of tension and coaxing them to release. he wanted his boyfriend to lean on him now and rest against his chest as he slowly slipped his hands under the water, blindly seeking bakugou's before curling their fingers together. he closed his eyes, tilting his head against the other. the smile is visible in the tone of his voice. ]

I'll give you a full back massage in the bedroom ...

[ he'd do it now if he could. it's not an option given the size of the tub and he'd imagine bakugou isn't in the mood to be shifting around and ruining the chill vibe. the warmth between his legs can be ignored, and while denji can't control hiding it, he's not acting on it either. he's not that selfish; his partner could use a break and he'd allow him. ]

Feel free to compliment my hidden skills, though. My magical hands ...

[ stroke his ego a bit. ]