[katsuki rolls his eyes. melodramatic, denji. but says nothing, preferring to focus on resting and washing. apart from that little recharge to his system, his stomach is starting to growl at him. silently. for now. denji's not the worst nighttime roommate. he has to put up with katsuki's dutiful nature, whether he's studying for a class, reviewing a case for work, or reading/listening to music for leisure time. quiet is important, with a distinct lack of chatterbox. yet he isn't going to ignore his boyfriend either. denji's able to encourage him to interaction plenty of times, whether it's watching a movie or playing a game or fucking on the bed (or floor or desk or wherever) or other activities that satisfy the half-devil's need for attention. give and take, back and forth, learning how to compromise in a relationship that requires both boys to acknowledge each other's wants. katsuki likes reviewing case files with denji, hearing his ideas even if some of them might be deliberately teasing to tick him off. at some point he's going to try and get his boyfriend into academics. denji had been going to a high school before he got pulled in here, right?
katsuki's always liked it when people looked up to him. at him is always a crap shoot depending on his mood. it's different when denji looks at him, whether the curious glance if katsuki calls his attention or the smitten gaze he's so fond of drifting into during softer moments. some of those looks embarrass him, some of them turn him on, some irritate him, but none make him want to leave. he can look at this guy and find himself thinking all over that handsome face, pointing out the curve of his cheekbone, pointed teeth he's felt beneath his tongue, bangs he's pushed back as he buried his fingers in his scruffy hair, lips curved into a happy smile that's katsuki's favorite expression on denji's face.]
Bullshit, flatterer. [some dumbasses like to think he smells of caramel due to his quirk. burnt sugar is not caramel, and most of the time he returns from missions and battles rank with smoke, sweat, and whatever else he got into. but once he's back, it's straight into the shower. because he'd much rather smell good. feel good. look good. put on display right now as he washes himself off while kneeling over his boyfriend's lap. don't expect some arching rolls like an exotic god preening for his partner's praise. katsuki's actions are as focused and casual as many of his others. takes a foreplay mood to get that kind of crap. yet it's impossible to deny the way he tends to his body in deliberate show.
suds gliding over the round of his shoulders, reaching over backwards to scrub at his shoulder blades, twisting an arm up behind him to tend his spine, ducking his head for access to his nape and tilting it sideways to get under his jaw, torso flexing when he drags his hands over his chest (okay, so that part might be deliberately taunting since he knows his boyfriend is a chest man) and rubs the soap up and down the washboard sculpture of his stomach. if their dicks occasionally brush together during the process, that wasn't intentional, right? it's kind of cute denji's hard up just from watching him clean. someone else? pervert. boyfriend? gets a pass. usually. luckily katsuki's showered with the other guys in his middle school and u.a. class, so it's easy to avoid getting hard simply from a naked teenager nearby. including denji. unless the brat starts deliberately trying to mess with him...]
You can get out if you want. [says the guy sitting atop him, making no indication of getting up to let denji out. dragging the soap across his sternum, katsuki cocks his head slightly at his boyfriend's comment. wait, the picture he sent him? oh right, that one. he scoffs at its return to blame.] Don't blame that, baka. You asked for it.
[which he gave in more erotic terms than he needed to, but... he knows his boyfriend.]
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Date: 8/14/24 05:07 (UTC)katsuki's always liked it when people looked up to him. at him is always a crap shoot depending on his mood. it's different when denji looks at him, whether the curious glance if katsuki calls his attention or the smitten gaze he's so fond of drifting into during softer moments. some of those looks embarrass him, some of them turn him on, some irritate him, but none make him want to leave. he can look at this guy and find himself thinking all over that handsome face, pointing out the curve of his cheekbone, pointed teeth he's felt beneath his tongue, bangs he's pushed back as he buried his fingers in his scruffy hair, lips curved into a happy smile that's katsuki's favorite expression on denji's face.]
Bullshit, flatterer. [some dumbasses like to think he smells of caramel due to his quirk. burnt sugar is not caramel, and most of the time he returns from missions and battles rank with smoke, sweat, and whatever else he got into. but once he's back, it's straight into the shower. because he'd much rather smell good. feel good. look good. put on display right now as he washes himself off while kneeling over his boyfriend's lap. don't expect some arching rolls like an exotic god preening for his partner's praise. katsuki's actions are as focused and casual as many of his others. takes a foreplay mood to get that kind of crap. yet it's impossible to deny the way he tends to his body in deliberate show.
suds gliding over the round of his shoulders, reaching over backwards to scrub at his shoulder blades, twisting an arm up behind him to tend his spine, ducking his head for access to his nape and tilting it sideways to get under his jaw, torso flexing when he drags his hands over his chest (okay, so that part might be deliberately taunting since he knows his boyfriend is a chest man) and rubs the soap up and down the washboard sculpture of his stomach. if their dicks occasionally brush together during the process, that wasn't intentional, right? it's kind of cute denji's hard up just from watching him clean. someone else? pervert. boyfriend? gets a pass. usually. luckily katsuki's showered with the other guys in his middle school and u.a. class, so it's easy to avoid getting hard simply from a naked teenager nearby. including denji. unless the brat starts deliberately trying to mess with him...]
You can get out if you want. [says the guy sitting atop him, making no indication of getting up to let denji out. dragging the soap across his sternum, katsuki cocks his head slightly at his boyfriend's comment. wait, the picture he sent him? oh right, that one. he scoffs at its return to blame.] Don't blame that, baka. You asked for it.
[which he gave in more erotic terms than he needed to, but... he knows his boyfriend.]