[ bakugou's eternal battle against showing vulnerability through tender displays of affection will never fail to be amusing. at times, denji wonders if he truly dislikes it. was it truly horrifying to be around someone who clearly enjoys him? someone who makes it his sole mission to show that he cares about him in any given second? sure, the half-devil is aware that his boyfriend isn't fond of being smothered with affection 24/7, but that's one thing he will forever be fucking stubborn about. while he will always respect physical boundaries — katsuki will not stop him from buying flowers, inviting him to dinner in romantic spots, or dedicating a song to him on karaoke night with his godawful voice. this is his right and denji will abuse it. will he ever get the chance to date someone when he returns back home? hell no. everyone is out to fucking get his ass in that hell, so bakugou will have to accept the treacle. then again, it's not all silly fun, being in a relationship ... he understood there is more to it.
the little sleepy murmur made him scoff a bit. it's not a job exclusive to one of them and it will never be a one-sided exchange. bakugou is exhausted; he's been working too hard, barely allowing himself to recover after the vegas trip before jumping into work, pushing himself, and taking in extra duties— denji is not surprised that his partner is reaching a point where it is all catching up to him, and maybe he can slow down a bit, especially during the heatwave. denji was tempted to join him, equally drained and far too comfortable. the reminder of how badly he needed to rinse himself clear is the motivation he needs to keep himself vigilant. during those seven minutes, denji proceeded to bathe, focusing on his upper body and back shoulders, careful with every movement; unwilling to give bakugou any reason to pull away from him. it was a bit tricky, but not difficult. when denji isn't moving around and the water grows still, he can hear the faintest sound of bakugou's deep breaths and it never fails to make him smile.
he's almost done when the other boy stirred in his sleep, rinsing the last few traces of soap between his fingers, slowing down a bit as the warm body pulled away from their shared embrace. he then relaxed his shoulders, admitting to himself that he was a tad disappointed it was over. tch. bakugou had such an enticing sleeping face, too. one of the few rare sights where denji struggled to identify whether the hero was considered handsome or pretty because he could pull off both depending on the mood. a golden boy, indeed. ]
Good. Now I know how to get you in my bed faster.
[ he sits up a bit, reaching out to curl his fingers under bakugou's chin, lifting it for a closer look. he smiled at those heavy lids, the slow flutter of blonde lashes, the mild squinting as his vision adjusted to the bathroom's lighting, still fighting off the weariness. like a freak, denji wanted to see all those tiny changes in HD, taking in every inch of those gorgeous features. he then leans in and starts kissing along the curve of bakugou's neck, his voice is a bit muffled but clear. ] ... since you're up, let's go to the bedroom. We'll have our dinner there.
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Date: 8/11/24 18:20 (UTC)the little sleepy murmur made him scoff a bit. it's not a job exclusive to one of them and it will never be a one-sided exchange. bakugou is exhausted; he's been working too hard, barely allowing himself to recover after the vegas trip before jumping into work, pushing himself, and taking in extra duties— denji is not surprised that his partner is reaching a point where it is all catching up to him, and maybe he can slow down a bit, especially during the heatwave. denji was tempted to join him, equally drained and far too comfortable. the reminder of how badly he needed to rinse himself clear is the motivation he needs to keep himself vigilant. during those seven minutes, denji proceeded to bathe, focusing on his upper body and back shoulders, careful with every movement; unwilling to give bakugou any reason to pull away from him. it was a bit tricky, but not difficult. when denji isn't moving around and the water grows still, he can hear the faintest sound of bakugou's deep breaths and it never fails to make him smile.
he's almost done when the other boy stirred in his sleep, rinsing the last few traces of soap between his fingers, slowing down a bit as the warm body pulled away from their shared embrace. he then relaxed his shoulders, admitting to himself that he was a tad disappointed it was over. tch. bakugou had such an enticing sleeping face, too. one of the few rare sights where denji struggled to identify whether the hero was considered handsome or pretty because he could pull off both depending on the mood. a golden boy, indeed. ]
Good. Now I know how to get you in my bed faster.
[ he sits up a bit, reaching out to curl his fingers under bakugou's chin, lifting it for a closer look. he smiled at those heavy lids, the slow flutter of blonde lashes, the mild squinting as his vision adjusted to the bathroom's lighting, still fighting off the weariness. like a freak, denji wanted to see all those tiny changes in HD, taking in every inch of those gorgeous features. he then leans in and starts kissing along the curve of bakugou's neck, his voice is a bit muffled but clear. ] ... since you're up, let's go to the bedroom. We'll have our dinner there.