[ perhaps it was a blessing they both couldn't verbally express their deeper thoughts of one another, because if he heard bakugou say something within the lines that he was worth being cared for or giving affection to— it would break him. and maybe not in a good, healing, sentimental way that will end with them exchanging a long embrace. no, it might actually split the thin, frail thread that's keeping denji from losing it. it didn't mean he didn't need to hear it, but maybe with more time, when he isn't ambushed with intense emotions - he'd be able to take it in, believe those words, and repeat them to himself. maybe one day when he can learn to love himself ... they won't hurt. right now, what they have is what denji needs. reassurance by touch, actions, and physical confirmation. he will endlessly tease his boyfriend for not being romantic even when he knows this type of relationship, at this stage of his life when he's the most vulnerable and damaged, is exactly what would make him believe it's genuine. bakugou never lied to him, not even as a joke— and denji never had this his entire life, and no one can blame him for being this obsessed and protective of him.
he squeezed his eyes shut when the other scooped some water and dropped it over his head, leaving blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, with one to two rebellious locks curling up in protest. they're sharing a lighthearted moment, one that both agree is coming to an end as the water's surface lowers, quick to slither down the drains and empty the tub. it somehow made denji painfully aware of every curve and touch they're sharing, and - you know? he's only human. with that, he kissed him. it's just a kiss. after all this foreplay this might be the most timid act they've done so far, yet it happened to be denji's favorite. it might have to do with his history of many terrible smooches, and finally having someone who knows how to make it as enjoyable as it should've been. god- he can't get enough of it. he sighs against bakugou's supple mouth, the hand on the hair trapping the other boy tightly close. slow at first, almost too slow, and then with a panting forcefulness, both his hands slithered down his boyfriend's hips and then rucked up to his waist, felt the hard, athletic planes of his body before his fingers splayed, parting bakugou's thighs for himself, guiding them around him. with a flustered daze, denji muttered hotly against their kiss. ]
... Huh. Eat wha'?
[ again, dinner who?
denji shifted their bodies, let the flushed, aching heat of his dick slide up, following the crease of bakugou's cleft, not yet adjusting to do something oh so risky, but just stealing a few satisfying frictions, allow his mind wander over the possibilities. he then sat up a little, balancing his boyfriend in his lap while he crossed his legs underneath, daring to allow the shape of his arousal to press against the other's ass. oh, the temptation is real. so painfully real. denji huffs, braces himself, and summons all the self-control he can conjure before pushing his weight to his feet, standing up, and dragging bakugou with him. he is careful with the slick surface, freeing one arm so he can hold onto the wall for further aid. he only stops when his feet find a dry rug to step over, gently lowering his boyfriend to the floor.
a romantic sap, indeed. even when he snatched a towel and dropped it on the other's head playfully. ]
How come I'm dying over here and you're so calm? Aren't you a teen?!
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he squeezed his eyes shut when the other scooped some water and dropped it over his head, leaving blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, with one to two rebellious locks curling up in protest. they're sharing a lighthearted moment, one that both agree is coming to an end as the water's surface lowers, quick to slither down the drains and empty the tub. it somehow made denji painfully aware of every curve and touch they're sharing, and - you know? he's only human. with that, he kissed him. it's just a kiss. after all this foreplay this might be the most timid act they've done so far, yet it happened to be denji's favorite. it might have to do with his history of many terrible smooches, and finally having someone who knows how to make it as enjoyable as it should've been. god- he can't get enough of it. he sighs against bakugou's supple mouth, the hand on the hair trapping the other boy tightly close. slow at first, almost too slow, and then with a panting forcefulness, both his hands slithered down his boyfriend's hips and then rucked up to his waist, felt the hard, athletic planes of his body before his fingers splayed, parting bakugou's thighs for himself, guiding them around him. with a flustered daze, denji muttered hotly against their kiss. ]
... Huh. Eat wha'?
[ again, dinner who?
denji shifted their bodies, let the flushed, aching heat of his dick slide up, following the crease of bakugou's cleft, not yet adjusting to do something oh so risky, but just stealing a few satisfying frictions, allow his mind wander over the possibilities. he then sat up a little, balancing his boyfriend in his lap while he crossed his legs underneath, daring to allow the shape of his arousal to press against the other's ass. oh, the temptation is real. so painfully real. denji huffs, braces himself, and summons all the self-control he can conjure before pushing his weight to his feet, standing up, and dragging bakugou with him. he is careful with the slick surface, freeing one arm so he can hold onto the wall for further aid. he only stops when his feet find a dry rug to step over, gently lowering his boyfriend to the floor.
a romantic sap, indeed. even when he snatched a towel and dropped it on the other's head playfully. ]
How come I'm dying over here and you're so calm? Aren't you a teen?!