[many quirks would seem to be counter to a human's health, yet most quirk users' quirks augment their bodies to handle the strain without issue. katsuki could argue the same to denji. ripping his arms and forehead open to produce those chainsaws each time would put so much trauma on a normal body, to say nothing of instant death. yet the half-devil bears their weight and revolution without problem, albeit with a near-crazed battlelust he's seen blazing in denji's glowing eyes behind his helmeted head. there's a weird clash of feelings in katsuki's chest when his boyfriend's covered in gore and revving his chainsaws: attraction because he likes every part of denji, even the saws, and concern because denji's torn up and bleeding all over.
then again... it's hard not to take note of his toned chest rising and falling with each breath, a mouth full of sharp teeth in that eternal grin, and the lazy daze of satisfaction crossing his face when denji retracts everything. even caught a moment of his tongue sliding from the corner of his mouth to lap at his own blood drops dribbling down the contours of his face. macabre attraction. katsuki thinks it's weird, but he's adjusting.
water shifts, lapping at his sides and breached knees when denji leans forward. a low exhale ghosts across his tongue and teeth, nerves perking up as the motion rubs his man's penis between his cheeks and nuzzles the tip along his tailbone. what the hell's he doing back there? leaning over him like that, as if ready to press chest to back and embrace him like he's done so many times in the comfort of their shared bed. fingers take over instead, ten firm tips prodding up his trapes and onto the surface of his nape before vanishing into the spiky scruff of his hairline. grazing at the base of his brain stem and massaging upward towards his crown. buried in his hair before curling and pressing, then spreading and smoothing, coaxing his temples and caressing his scalp. fuck... now he wishes they weren't in the bathtub. katsuki could fall asleep to this kind of thing. and he doesn't want to do that while surrounded by a bunch of water. somewhere in the back of his mind, he's taking note of denji's touches, to return them later at another time.
relax? yeah, he relaxes. head dropping forward, shoulders sagging, arms limp at his sides. leaning back against denji fucks up his access, so this is fine. so many points of contact. from the hands in his hair to the occasional brush of elbows on his back or sides to the way denji's legs rub against the outside of his own as they fit together in the tub. katsuki closes his eyes completely, muscles softening in his upper arms, biceps sinking and triceps elongating in ease. his shoulders are fine. they feel all hot and melted, floppy and relaxed, like moving again is impossible. it doesn't take much coaxing to encourage katsuki backwards, finally sinking his back against denji's strong chest once more. this time, his head falls onto his boyfriend's shoulder, turned enough his breath caresses the half-devil's cheek. lingering here, naked with him in the water, feeling his hands loving his body like this, is a heaven that's rare despite being completely optional every damn day. katsuki spreads his fingers slightly, waits for his boyfriend's to slide between them, then curls his hands into light fists and holds onto him in a tender rest. a smile heard on denji's voice.]
You'll put me to sleep if you do that, bastard. [there's no anger, snark, or growl. only a pure relaxed murmur to warn denji what he's playing with here. he could sleep right here if denji let him. somehow, feeling his boyfriend's erection rubbing against the small of his back, balls swelling and softening in slow rhythm, makes the sensation more intimate than lewd. katsuki doesn't want denji to hide it. eyes closed, shoulders, head, and arms an eased mess.] Yeah, yeah... You're stupid good with your hands. Damn you... making me feel this good... Do it more often... Denji.
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Date: 8/9/24 04:19 (UTC)then again... it's hard not to take note of his toned chest rising and falling with each breath, a mouth full of sharp teeth in that eternal grin, and the lazy daze of satisfaction crossing his face when denji retracts everything. even caught a moment of his tongue sliding from the corner of his mouth to lap at his own blood drops dribbling down the contours of his face. macabre attraction. katsuki thinks it's weird, but he's adjusting.
water shifts, lapping at his sides and breached knees when denji leans forward. a low exhale ghosts across his tongue and teeth, nerves perking up as the motion rubs his man's penis between his cheeks and nuzzles the tip along his tailbone. what the hell's he doing back there? leaning over him like that, as if ready to press chest to back and embrace him like he's done so many times in the comfort of their shared bed. fingers take over instead, ten firm tips prodding up his trapes and onto the surface of his nape before vanishing into the spiky scruff of his hairline. grazing at the base of his brain stem and massaging upward towards his crown. buried in his hair before curling and pressing, then spreading and smoothing, coaxing his temples and caressing his scalp. fuck... now he wishes they weren't in the bathtub. katsuki could fall asleep to this kind of thing. and he doesn't want to do that while surrounded by a bunch of water. somewhere in the back of his mind, he's taking note of denji's touches, to return them later at another time.
relax? yeah, he relaxes. head dropping forward, shoulders sagging, arms limp at his sides. leaning back against denji fucks up his access, so this is fine. so many points of contact. from the hands in his hair to the occasional brush of elbows on his back or sides to the way denji's legs rub against the outside of his own as they fit together in the tub. katsuki closes his eyes completely, muscles softening in his upper arms, biceps sinking and triceps elongating in ease. his shoulders are fine. they feel all hot and melted, floppy and relaxed, like moving again is impossible. it doesn't take much coaxing to encourage katsuki backwards, finally sinking his back against denji's strong chest once more. this time, his head falls onto his boyfriend's shoulder, turned enough his breath caresses the half-devil's cheek. lingering here, naked with him in the water, feeling his hands loving his body like this, is a heaven that's rare despite being completely optional every damn day. katsuki spreads his fingers slightly, waits for his boyfriend's to slide between them, then curls his hands into light fists and holds onto him in a tender rest. a smile heard on denji's voice.]
You'll put me to sleep if you do that, bastard. [there's no anger, snark, or growl. only a pure relaxed murmur to warn denji what he's playing with here. he could sleep right here if denji let him. somehow, feeling his boyfriend's erection rubbing against the small of his back, balls swelling and softening in slow rhythm, makes the sensation more intimate than lewd. katsuki doesn't want denji to hide it. eyes closed, shoulders, head, and arms an eased mess.] Yeah, yeah... You're stupid good with your hands. Damn you... making me feel this good... Do it more often... Denji.