[he doesn't see the smile, but he feels it in denji's touches, the way his chest swells slightly and deflates in a happy relief. someone who wants validation and affection more than anything. denji's had so little in his life, the simple things most people forget or take for granted are complete gifts to him. why did this boy go so long without knowing the warmth of happiness? growing up as he did, katsuki can never relate to that question, much less get his head around the life of an abused orphan. he can defeat villains, save victims, protect civilians, rescue the lost, but can he relate to them like izuku or uraraka could? not really. that's a gift those two, and people like them, have. katsuki can understand empathy and act on it, but those emotions that resonate between people like that... is not a gift of his. what he can do is reach out, grasp onto those pains, and show them peace... even if it means kicking their ass sometimes. because isn't that kind of what praising denji does? crashes against his despondency to prove he's worth someone's time, effort, care, and attention.
they may not have forever here, but what they do have, katsuki wants to spend it with denji. moments like these, stolen away from their purpose here to instead indulge in them. only them. bodies together, hearts beating in quiet sync, warmth shared between them as they connect in so many ways and places. he never thought much of having a relationship when he arrived at u.a., never intended to make friends when he came to neo tokyo... and now he's got a boyfriend who he cares about a lot. resting here with him, wrapped in denji's attention and affection is just as pleasant as feeling the other boy sink into katsuki's embrace in the bedroom. skin nuzzles to skin, their cheeks brushing together as the other blonde looks at him. perhaps this was denji's fault, risking the closeness after he came back from a long, hard day at work in a very hot sun. maybe katsuki shouldn't have gotten into the bath with him. or maybe he should know better than to give his boyfriend tender moments because denji gets to get real sappy. but there's no urge to fight it now. lulled by the rise and fall of his chest, cradled in his lap with legs and arms settling in gentle holds of his own. those quiet words ghost across his cheek and corner of his mouth, tangible as well as audible/]
Hn. That was... supposed to be my job. [murmured with faux resistance. hadn't katsuki offered to draw a bath for denji, provide water and cooling, permitted dinner in the tub, have a rest ready for him when he returned, all elements of taking care of his boyfriend's comforts and needs? why is it that he's the one getting pampered right now? bah... sneak. sleeping is tempting, but unless denji's going to nod off himself, katsuki's wavering between stubborn and surrender. their fingers untangle on one side, breaking the spell as dripping digits come to rest atop his head and comb through his hair. tch, now he's actively trying to zone him out. good thing katsuki's content with both denji's dick and heart.
seven minutes. he's out for around seven minutes. sleeping against denji's cheek, body resting in the embrace of his lover's. until his eyes finally open thanks to the lazy caresses, half-bared crimson focusing on foot of the tub. little more than a catnap, but it's enough to recharge his proverbial batteries. somewhere he remembers the urge to rest, a brush of lips against his cheek, and a bar of soap going squish squish between denji's hands. hn? did he soap up while they sat there? fingers graze over denji's knee, indicating katsuki's awake again, and he lifts his head, skin a slight tacky from being wet then drying off above the water's surface.] Baka... you're too damn comfortable.
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Date: 8/10/24 16:04 (UTC)they may not have forever here, but what they do have, katsuki wants to spend it with denji. moments like these, stolen away from their purpose here to instead indulge in them. only them. bodies together, hearts beating in quiet sync, warmth shared between them as they connect in so many ways and places. he never thought much of having a relationship when he arrived at u.a., never intended to make friends when he came to neo tokyo... and now he's got a boyfriend who he cares about a lot. resting here with him, wrapped in denji's attention and affection is just as pleasant as feeling the other boy sink into katsuki's embrace in the bedroom. skin nuzzles to skin, their cheeks brushing together as the other blonde looks at him. perhaps this was denji's fault, risking the closeness after he came back from a long, hard day at work in a very hot sun. maybe katsuki shouldn't have gotten into the bath with him. or maybe he should know better than to give his boyfriend tender moments because denji gets to get real sappy. but there's no urge to fight it now. lulled by the rise and fall of his chest, cradled in his lap with legs and arms settling in gentle holds of his own. those quiet words ghost across his cheek and corner of his mouth, tangible as well as audible/]
Hn. That was... supposed to be my job. [murmured with faux resistance. hadn't katsuki offered to draw a bath for denji, provide water and cooling, permitted dinner in the tub, have a rest ready for him when he returned, all elements of taking care of his boyfriend's comforts and needs? why is it that he's the one getting pampered right now? bah... sneak. sleeping is tempting, but unless denji's going to nod off himself, katsuki's wavering between stubborn and surrender. their fingers untangle on one side, breaking the spell as dripping digits come to rest atop his head and comb through his hair. tch, now he's actively trying to zone him out. good thing katsuki's content with both denji's dick and heart.
seven minutes. he's out for around seven minutes. sleeping against denji's cheek, body resting in the embrace of his lover's. until his eyes finally open thanks to the lazy caresses, half-bared crimson focusing on foot of the tub. little more than a catnap, but it's enough to recharge his proverbial batteries. somewhere he remembers the urge to rest, a brush of lips against his cheek, and a bar of soap going squish squish between denji's hands. hn? did he soap up while they sat there? fingers graze over denji's knee, indicating katsuki's awake again, and he lifts his head, skin a slight tacky from being wet then drying off above the water's surface.] Baka... you're too damn comfortable.
[it's a compliment.]