[ 'do it more often' — it's music to his ears. it's the perfect compliment to soothe his aching soul, and the smile and the fervor of his expression is something denji rarely ever experienced throughout his lifetime. if he dares to admit it ... this might be happiness, or as close as he can get to grasping such a foreign emotion. it's intense yet feels light- like he's floating on air, head in the clouds, but it never shows up alone without the heartbreaking thought of 'is this what normal people feel all the time?'. even when he's in that high, there's always a thought ready to humble him. denji has grown to accept it, nod along, because it's easier to hush them when he stops fighting back. yes, he will never be this happy again outside of this city, and it's okay. he's okay with it now. he'll enjoy it as long as he can.
the sound of the water lapping gently against the sides is enough to soothe any troubling thoughts. they lingered there, savoring the closeness, the gentle intimacy, and the simple luxury of being wrapped in each other's presence; within the confines of the small bathtub, time seemed to stand still during their shared serenity and warmth. with his eyes barely open, lids heavy and low over his gaze, he side glanced at his boyfriend as their cheeks pressed in the most endearing nuzzle. he never thought it was physically possible to have a frenetic heartbeat while falling into a sedating trance. the delicate rise and fall of their breaths, synchronized in a perfect rhythm of peace. he can hear it in bakugou's tone, his exhaustion, and the growing desire to give in to it. hey, denji can't say he's not sharing the sentiment after a long shift. with that in mind, he muttered under his breath. ]
It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you.
[ that's not a warning, but a compliment; if he's making his partner feel this good, how could he take it in any other way? bakugou is welcome to rest. denji knows how to handle it, and if the hero does end up slipping into a deep slumber, he will eventually wake up in the comfort of a warm bed in one way to another. with a quiet grace, denji frees one hand, guiding it out of the water before it relaxed over bakugou's head. he then skimmed his wet fingers through the strands with practiced ease, creating a calming, affectionate solace that harmonized perfectly with the growing stillness between the bathroom's walls. it's not lewd, he inwardly agrees, but no one should ask him to explain why it isn't when he's aware that his boner is all up the other's lower back. it was a comedic battle between his dick and heart, and one overpowered the other. did it leave denji a bit bothered? not really. he's fine. he's kinda used to dealing with urges all the time and it's not the end of the world. ]
Rest. I'll clean up a bit ...
[ he gives katsuki's cheek a little kiss, and without moving from his spot, denji grabs into the soap. with ease, he rubbed the bar between his hands, lathering them up before he started spreading the foam over his stretched-out arms, all the while allowing his boyfriend to lean against him. ah, he could get used to this ... ]
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the sound of the water lapping gently against the sides is enough to soothe any troubling thoughts. they lingered there, savoring the closeness, the gentle intimacy, and the simple luxury of being wrapped in each other's presence; within the confines of the small bathtub, time seemed to stand still during their shared serenity and warmth. with his eyes barely open, lids heavy and low over his gaze, he side glanced at his boyfriend as their cheeks pressed in the most endearing nuzzle. he never thought it was physically possible to have a frenetic heartbeat while falling into a sedating trance. the delicate rise and fall of their breaths, synchronized in a perfect rhythm of peace. he can hear it in bakugou's tone, his exhaustion, and the growing desire to give in to it. hey, denji can't say he's not sharing the sentiment after a long shift. with that in mind, he muttered under his breath. ]
It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you.
[ that's not a warning, but a compliment; if he's making his partner feel this good, how could he take it in any other way? bakugou is welcome to rest. denji knows how to handle it, and if the hero does end up slipping into a deep slumber, he will eventually wake up in the comfort of a warm bed in one way to another. with a quiet grace, denji frees one hand, guiding it out of the water before it relaxed over bakugou's head. he then skimmed his wet fingers through the strands with practiced ease, creating a calming, affectionate solace that harmonized perfectly with the growing stillness between the bathroom's walls. it's not lewd, he inwardly agrees, but no one should ask him to explain why it isn't when he's aware that his boner is all up the other's lower back. it was a comedic battle between his dick and heart, and one overpowered the other. did it leave denji a bit bothered? not really. he's fine. he's kinda used to dealing with urges all the time and it's not the end of the world. ]
Rest. I'll clean up a bit ...
[ he gives katsuki's cheek a little kiss, and without moving from his spot, denji grabs into the soap. with ease, he rubbed the bar between his hands, lathering them up before he started spreading the foam over his stretched-out arms, all the while allowing his boyfriend to lean against him. ah, he could get used to this ... ]