the sheer annoyance over denji's indecisive request, the fire he spits afterward, and how the hero took it more of a goal to conquer over a heartfelt, chill exchange of mild fantasies on a cozy summer night; an act of adoration and affection. instead, he watches as the competitive kacchan fails to see the intimacy and lists down how to get it done while roasting denji for 'giving up' on it. it's— you know, denji can't help but grin and take in the jabs coming in from each corner, all while bakugou is genuinely doing the math and sorting out an entire trip in his head, and cleaning himself at the same time. it was a sight to witness. the multitasking and duality of his boyfriend who can scorch him while accommodating his endless desires at the same time. this is why he likes this boy. everything about him is simply sincere. after all the manipulation, grooming, lies, and betrayals— getting snapped at this way is the type of healing his heart craves. ]
Hey! I was being sweet!! I was saying I wanted to take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. You're soooooo unromantic!
[ he barks back while laughing. jeez, the lack of romance in that guy's veins is almost insane. didn't bakugou have a normal upbringing? love and adored by his parents, and treated like a golden child with his amazing quirk? right. he knew, in some sense, his boyfriend struggled with something - especially towards a certain old friend of his, but they never really got into the deep roots of it all. despite his conflict with deku (which is something denji hopes they can talk about one day), the utter oblivion to courtship gestures mix with a mild disdain for them is both fucking hilarious and endearing at the same time. will it kill him to kiss denji in public? will that cause his guts to combust due to such blasphemous acts? a true maiden ♥ ]
I can guarantee a lot of people had a crush on you but you probably didn't notice.
[ is denji complaining? hell nah. he's happy nobody snatched the hero before he cornered him into a rollercoaster of sexual identity discovery that blossomed into genuine affection. his laugh was now a low, dusky sigh against bakugou's damp lips— and then came in the bite. if it was anyone else, denji would've pulled away from this; a subconscious reflex triggered by a terrible memory of the last time someone pulled this move on him, but it's bakugou. the trust between them didn't allow denji to even entertain such doubts. he then drew in a quiet, deeper breath, and closed his eyes, let a hand slip beneath the foam-topped surface of the water around them; he felt his way rather than saw, the pressure of the water tampered with his senses, which encouraged the thought that he could get away with tracing his fingertips along the insides of bakugou's thigh, and they nuzzled along the line of his lover's cock and over the softness of its head, and its slit; reverently teasing while he had the courage for it. the bite was timid, barely painful, and left no taste of the bitter blood behind - nghh, fucking tease. he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and exhaled the breath he'd been holding almost noiselessly; the flush crawling up his throat and into his ears.
oh, bakugou is asking him a question, which didn't take much brain power to answer. ] Both. Not at the same time of course. I guess we can try the weekend in a fancy hotel first and do the road trip a month later. We can check out the spa since there are other services they offer. [ ... is there any other way to enjoy a spa without getting into tiny towels and having a stranger give you the best massage ever? ]
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the sheer annoyance over denji's indecisive request, the fire he spits afterward, and how the hero took it more of a goal to conquer over a heartfelt, chill exchange of mild fantasies on a cozy summer night; an act of adoration and affection. instead, he watches as the competitive kacchan fails to see the intimacy and lists down how to get it done while roasting denji for 'giving up' on it. it's— you know, denji can't help but grin and take in the jabs coming in from each corner, all while bakugou is genuinely doing the math and sorting out an entire trip in his head, and cleaning himself at the same time. it was a sight to witness. the multitasking and duality of his boyfriend who can scorch him while accommodating his endless desires at the same time. this is why he likes this boy. everything about him is simply sincere. after all the manipulation, grooming, lies, and betrayals— getting snapped at this way is the type of healing his heart craves. ]
Hey! I was being sweet!! I was saying I wanted to take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. You're soooooo unromantic!
[ he barks back while laughing. jeez, the lack of romance in that guy's veins is almost insane. didn't bakugou have a normal upbringing? love and adored by his parents, and treated like a golden child with his amazing quirk? right. he knew, in some sense, his boyfriend struggled with something - especially towards a certain old friend of his, but they never really got into the deep roots of it all. despite his conflict with deku (which is something denji hopes they can talk about one day), the utter oblivion to courtship gestures mix with a mild disdain for them is both fucking hilarious and endearing at the same time. will it kill him to kiss denji in public? will that cause his guts to combust due to such blasphemous acts? a true maiden ♥ ]
I can guarantee a lot of people had a crush on you but you probably didn't notice.
[ is denji complaining? hell nah. he's happy nobody snatched the hero before he cornered him into a rollercoaster of sexual identity discovery that blossomed into genuine affection. his laugh was now a low, dusky sigh against bakugou's damp lips— and then came in the bite. if it was anyone else, denji would've pulled away from this; a subconscious reflex triggered by a terrible memory of the last time someone pulled this move on him, but it's bakugou. the trust between them didn't allow denji to even entertain such doubts. he then drew in a quiet, deeper breath, and closed his eyes, let a hand slip beneath the foam-topped surface of the water around them; he felt his way rather than saw, the pressure of the water tampered with his senses, which encouraged the thought that he could get away with tracing his fingertips along the insides of bakugou's thigh, and they nuzzled along the line of his lover's cock and over the softness of its head, and its slit; reverently teasing while he had the courage for it. the bite was timid, barely painful, and left no taste of the bitter blood behind - nghh, fucking tease. he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and exhaled the breath he'd been holding almost noiselessly; the flush crawling up his throat and into his ears.
oh, bakugou is asking him a question, which didn't take much brain power to answer. ] Both. Not at the same time of course. I guess we can try the weekend in a fancy hotel first and do the road trip a month later. We can check out the spa since there are other services they offer. [ ... is there any other way to enjoy a spa without getting into tiny towels and having a stranger give you the best massage ever? ]