Damn right. We sleep like kings. [ passing out, knocked unconscious, and with zero prospect of overthinking what they can never control does sound like a good way to rest. denji would end up sleeping through the whole night instead of waking up at odd hours in between, and having a warm body by his side is another added perk. even if he ends up getting assaulted by a pillow, getting told to lower the volume of the movie he's watching, or finds himself forced to watch bakugou read some case files from work instead of getting their dick wet— he will appreciate them all. he will enjoy bakugou simply existing, breathing, yelling, snoring, or whatever else he does. it didn't mean he would not harass the other boy for attention; he still has needs! he will allow bakugou to flip through a few pages of their assigned criminal case, maybe humor him by adding a few theories, but the half-devil will eventually get between his boyfriend and his precious file, quite literally. the results depend on the hero's mood. there will be some wins and losses. denji is always ready to take a gamble.
yes, it's the trust. the trust to be around each other even when his chainsaws scarred his flesh. the sheer vulnerability that somehow made bakugou irresistible for many reasons. he'd want that gorgeous neck of his to bruise in all shades, for his skin to ache afterward, burning hot as the sharp sting of that rich blood tickled his tastebuds. a slow blink, then denji remembered where he was, glancing upward and admiring the new view. bakugou is now facing him, a few inches higher, having those intense eyes stare him down for a change is — exciting. it's different. fuck, it's warming him up fast. ]
Naaah, you just smell good at all times.
[ it wasn't a cheap compliment, it's denji's truth. bakugou will have to do a whole lot to turn him off at this point. the tiny jabs that followed were endearing. he would mutter a sincere 'my bad' post each unintended demand, not that denji was spitting them on purpose aside from humoring his instincts. no, he didn't take them as hostile, they knew each other's habits after spending all those months together. now, for the real challenge— and that's keeping his hands where they both can see them, especially when his boyfriend went in for a touch, one that brought their bodies even closer, and denji's breath got stuck in his damn throat when he realized the other boy is an inch away from feeling his hard dick. it didn't happen and bakugou continues to be the biggest fucking tease whether that was intentional or not. right, his hands - they're not allowed to slip under the water because he didn't trust himself not to start something. he's rather determined to prove he is capable of sharing a bath/shower with that boy without it turning into something else. he didn't want to familiarize his brain to trigger a boner whenever he's under the water. after all, they do share the showers with the other outsiders at times. this was a recipe for awkward encounters that denji did not require in his life. with a warm chuckle, his shoulders visibly tense and his face is flustered beyond help. at least he is honest to admit it. ]
Fuck, this is backfiring on me already ...
[ the show, that is. after admiring bakugou's face and his good looks, it's only fair to give that body the attention it deserves. those firm, toned muscles, the sinful curves of his waist, his chest, the mildly visible veins on the back of his hand and forearm, his chest— his fucking chest. the building heat in his loins made denji's cock stiffen more and more until the discomfort is borderline impossible to dismiss. he made a conscious effort to keep himself from simultaneously edging bakugou forward to press down against him. fuck, the thought alone made his toes curl. ]
It all started from the picture you sent me this morning ...
[ is he blaming katsuki for his frailty? he sure is. ]
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Date: 8/13/24 18:52 (UTC)yes, it's the trust. the trust to be around each other even when his chainsaws scarred his flesh. the sheer vulnerability that somehow made bakugou irresistible for many reasons. he'd want that gorgeous neck of his to bruise in all shades, for his skin to ache afterward, burning hot as the sharp sting of that rich blood tickled his tastebuds. a slow blink, then denji remembered where he was, glancing upward and admiring the new view. bakugou is now facing him, a few inches higher, having those intense eyes stare him down for a change is — exciting. it's different. fuck, it's warming him up fast. ]
Naaah, you just smell good at all times.
[ it wasn't a cheap compliment, it's denji's truth. bakugou will have to do a whole lot to turn him off at this point. the tiny jabs that followed were endearing. he would mutter a sincere 'my bad' post each unintended demand, not that denji was spitting them on purpose aside from humoring his instincts. no, he didn't take them as hostile, they knew each other's habits after spending all those months together. now, for the real challenge— and that's keeping his hands where they both can see them, especially when his boyfriend went in for a touch, one that brought their bodies even closer, and denji's breath got stuck in his damn throat when he realized the other boy is an inch away from feeling his hard dick. it didn't happen and bakugou continues to be the biggest fucking tease whether that was intentional or not. right, his hands - they're not allowed to slip under the water because he didn't trust himself not to start something. he's rather determined to prove he is capable of sharing a bath/shower with that boy without it turning into something else. he didn't want to familiarize his brain to trigger a boner whenever he's under the water. after all, they do share the showers with the other outsiders at times. this was a recipe for awkward encounters that denji did not require in his life. with a warm chuckle, his shoulders visibly tense and his face is flustered beyond help. at least he is honest to admit it. ]
Fuck, this is backfiring on me already ...
[ the show, that is. after admiring bakugou's face and his good looks, it's only fair to give that body the attention it deserves. those firm, toned muscles, the sinful curves of his waist, his chest, the mildly visible veins on the back of his hand and forearm, his chest— his fucking chest. the building heat in his loins made denji's cock stiffen more and more until the discomfort is borderline impossible to dismiss. he made a conscious effort to keep himself from simultaneously edging bakugou forward to press down against him. fuck, the thought alone made his toes curl. ]
It all started from the picture you sent me this morning ...
[ is he blaming katsuki for his frailty? he sure is. ]