[ he can already tell bakugou hates not excelling in something, even if it didn't cater to his interest in the first place, but he knew his boyfriend long enough that he didn't appreciate any form of criticism, even a playful one. denji wanted to soothe him, he really tried, but it was hard not to be utterly obsessed as the attitude continued, now with a sprinkle of 'diva'. of course plenty of people didn't have the balls to confront him with a love confession or any flirtation attempts— bakugou is intimidating as fuck, and not solely on his explosive essence, but on his brilliance as well. he's a handsome guy with a hot body, smart, strong and and— the list goes on. if denji wasn't as depressed and fucking done with his life, he wouldn't have the courage to persuade such a shining star either. he'd be cripple by the anxiety of the possibility of getting rejected and it would keep him up for a few nights before he could hype himself enough to go for it. but, you know, when you go through every trauma listed in human history, it kinda makes you fearless ... or desperate.
okay, that's a lie. he was still nervous approaching bakugou. ]
I know ...
[ yeah, he knew he could be as sweet as honey drops anytime his heart desires. his boyfriend has the right to scowl at any or all advances, he's not asking him to endure acts that could cause discomfort. denji would never do that to him. if it's not clear already— the half-devil adores him the way he is. calling him unromantic is nothing more than a harmless taunt with a hint of truth. he will persuade him to adapt to more physical touches, though. step by step. with practice, the hero might learn to drop his guard in the future and he will get used to their new normal. a quick kiss on the cheek, hand-holding, or a hearty embrace are simple acts of affection. maybe one day bakugou wouldn't see it as being vulnerable around strangers.
more importantly, their little vacation project is in motion, even if he had to listen to a long lecture covering the pros and cons of each establishment. he's heard and cared for, and he couldn't ask for more. as bakugou leaned in, their closeness made a vice grip hard around his heart so tight that it felt like he was short of breath. this isn't calming like it usually is. his heart still beats erratically that it hurts. his mouth opens to say something, but stops; heat and desire mix up in his veins so fast that his entire body tenses with it. for a second all he can do is stare at the wanton curves of bakugou's figure in between. all that smooth skin and defined muscles just begging to be marked. he gives extra attention to the scar left behind by his blades, the further down where his fingers kept teasing his lover's perks. it's dumb, but he figured doing this under the water would make it less ... hmm, vulgar. a pause, he then smiled, and got his hands up to cup either side of bakugou's face, his thumbs running carefully beneath his eyes to brush away a few droplets of water he found there. such a tender touch, promising a sappy confession- ]
I don't know what you're talking about ...
[ he shifts underneath the other's weight, kneeing a leg up, which left bakugou no other option but to drop forward and into denji, clinging to him, chest to chest. a bonus the half-devil thoroughly enjoyed yet that wasn't the main objective of that stunt. soon after, they will hear the sound of the water seeping through the tub drain and down the pipes. yeah, denji nudged the plug with his toes, deciding it was time to end the regime of the cleansing session and its restrictions. he glanced up, with their foreheads still pressed against each other, arms around the other boy in a lazy hold; happy to pretend he is oh so helpless and couldn't get out of the tub without the other moving first. it's not like he manhandled bakugou into the water a few minutes ago. ]
You're clean enough, Katsuki. It's time to get into bed.
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okay, that's a lie. he was still nervous approaching bakugou. ]
I know ...
[ yeah, he knew he could be as sweet as honey drops anytime his heart desires. his boyfriend has the right to scowl at any or all advances, he's not asking him to endure acts that could cause discomfort. denji would never do that to him. if it's not clear already— the half-devil adores him the way he is. calling him unromantic is nothing more than a harmless taunt with a hint of truth. he will persuade him to adapt to more physical touches, though. step by step. with practice, the hero might learn to drop his guard in the future and he will get used to their new normal. a quick kiss on the cheek, hand-holding, or a hearty embrace are simple acts of affection. maybe one day bakugou wouldn't see it as being vulnerable around strangers.
more importantly, their little vacation project is in motion, even if he had to listen to a long lecture covering the pros and cons of each establishment. he's heard and cared for, and he couldn't ask for more. as bakugou leaned in, their closeness made a vice grip hard around his heart so tight that it felt like he was short of breath. this isn't calming like it usually is. his heart still beats erratically that it hurts. his mouth opens to say something, but stops; heat and desire mix up in his veins so fast that his entire body tenses with it. for a second all he can do is stare at the wanton curves of bakugou's figure in between. all that smooth skin and defined muscles just begging to be marked. he gives extra attention to the scar left behind by his blades, the further down where his fingers kept teasing his lover's perks. it's dumb, but he figured doing this under the water would make it less ... hmm, vulgar. a pause, he then smiled, and got his hands up to cup either side of bakugou's face, his thumbs running carefully beneath his eyes to brush away a few droplets of water he found there. such a tender touch, promising a sappy confession- ]
I don't know what you're talking about ...
[ he shifts underneath the other's weight, kneeing a leg up, which left bakugou no other option but to drop forward and into denji, clinging to him, chest to chest. a bonus the half-devil thoroughly enjoyed yet that wasn't the main objective of that stunt. soon after, they will hear the sound of the water seeping through the tub drain and down the pipes. yeah, denji nudged the plug with his toes, deciding it was time to end the regime of the cleansing session and its restrictions. he glanced up, with their foreheads still pressed against each other, arms around the other boy in a lazy hold; happy to pretend he is oh so helpless and couldn't get out of the tub without the other moving first. it's not like he manhandled bakugou into the water a few minutes ago. ]
You're clean enough, Katsuki. It's time to get into bed.
[ dinner? forgotten. ]