[ flatterer, sure, but not this time. it had nothing to do with bakugou's quirk or the scent of nitroglycerin- this boy knew how to keep himself clean and presentable. simple as that. some people are conscious about proper appearance, and while the hero had a slight dislike of dressing too formally, including their work uniform, his partner had attention to detail when it comes to hygiene. so, no, denji never had the pleasure of catching him smelling like a pair of sweaty gym socks since the day they met. and certainly after being more personal with one another, it is unlikely to happen. however, during missions? bakugou didn't smell like an expensive shower gel, sure, but denji is unsure what it is about him that boosted his appeal to an alarming range; a shot from 0 to 100 in a heartbeat. the smell of burned flesh, fresh oozing blood, and sweat should repulse anyone— bakugou would be eager to get himself under the showers at the earliest, yet denji finds himself a bit ashamed to favor that visual over the rinsed-out version. this might be the only kink denji is somewhat a bit embarrassed about. the good thing is: bakugou didn't need to get close and personal with the enemy thanks to his quirk. it is unlikely for him to get covered in guts and flesh. a blessing.
it was weak and pathetic, but after that little taunt and breast-play, denji had to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. he bares his teeth, cursing under his breath and accepting defeat. the miserable groan was equally genuine and playful— still preserving a lighthearted mood but he knew he couldn't keep at it if his plan of 'no fucking in the bathroom' will be a success. ]
I should get out ...
[ but, he will not. he is awfully reminded of the heatwave all of a sudden, his body is fighting three different types of heat; the weather, the shared warmth of each other, and his primal urges. this is not fun, yet it's also fun. he huffs out a heavy exhale, unbothered to relax his tensed muscles— instead, his fingers started toying with the cord idly and blindly; trapping it between his middle and index finger, tracing over its length before curling it around his knuckle; slow and deliberate. a change of topic might help him survive and prove to his boyfriend he's not that helpless, earn some dignity out of it. he didn't want to talk about someone else, he didn't want to think of someone else when he's like - this! and if he keeps thinking about bakugou that's even another invitation for failure.
oddly so, despite all the comical struggles in his head, denji never lost his easy, lazy smile. eventually, he breaks the silence. ]
Let's go on a holiday, Katsuki. Just the two of us. One day ...
[ even denji knew it was a foolish dream. they had no control over their schedule, a kaiju attack is unpredictable and he doubts LILITH would ever allow any of her soldiers to be out of reach, they are fated to get interrupted, money could be lost and everything will be cut short— it was so unachievable, but did that stop this half-devil from asking? from dreaming? maybe some of him wished for bakugou to indulge him, humor him a bit. ]
Even if we can't leave this city, I'm sure it's big enough to have some hidden gems, right? A road trip to somewhere new.
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it was weak and pathetic, but after that little taunt and breast-play, denji had to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. he bares his teeth, cursing under his breath and accepting defeat. the miserable groan was equally genuine and playful— still preserving a lighthearted mood but he knew he couldn't keep at it if his plan of 'no fucking in the bathroom' will be a success. ]
I should get out ...
[ but, he will not. he is awfully reminded of the heatwave all of a sudden, his body is fighting three different types of heat; the weather, the shared warmth of each other, and his primal urges. this is not fun, yet it's also fun. he huffs out a heavy exhale, unbothered to relax his tensed muscles— instead, his fingers started toying with the cord idly and blindly; trapping it between his middle and index finger, tracing over its length before curling it around his knuckle; slow and deliberate. a change of topic might help him survive and prove to his boyfriend he's not that helpless, earn some dignity out of it. he didn't want to talk about someone else, he didn't want to think of someone else when he's like - this! and if he keeps thinking about bakugou that's even another invitation for failure.
oddly so, despite all the comical struggles in his head, denji never lost his easy, lazy smile. eventually, he breaks the silence. ]
Let's go on a holiday, Katsuki. Just the two of us. One day ...
[ even denji knew it was a foolish dream. they had no control over their schedule, a kaiju attack is unpredictable and he doubts LILITH would ever allow any of her soldiers to be out of reach, they are fated to get interrupted, money could be lost and everything will be cut short— it was so unachievable, but did that stop this half-devil from asking? from dreaming? maybe some of him wished for bakugou to indulge him, humor him a bit. ]
Even if we can't leave this city, I'm sure it's big enough to have some hidden gems, right? A road trip to somewhere new.