[he's not going to break his boyfriend. even with sweet words. not yet at least. some dreadful occurrence is going to happen that prompts their feelings to the surface and something like that is going to come out. denji will learn some of the depths of katsuki's feelings for him. it will probably be sappy, make the hero angry and embarrassed, and leave the half-devil a mess, either for good or bad. but apart from that happening, katsuki intends to keep those feelings quiet, waiting for denji (and himself) to mature enough they can handle saying those things without all the fallout. he knows there are walls of disbelief, trained cynicism, long-lasting pain, pits of distrust, and comfort in the safety of solitude that mar the path to denji's heart. even if pochita serves as the flesh and blood of that beating muscle, the feelings and soul inside remain denji's. so katsuki believes. what they have now is fine. denji's allowed him to walk into his heart along that road without firing off defensive ambushes. katsuki will forever continue to reach out to him, holding his boyfriend's hand and bringing him in close at each of their own paces.
did they ever finish really washing off? who knows. he was sleeping when soap and hands ran sudsy all over denji, only coming to and cleaning himself off after waking up. half of which remained below the now-draining surface of the water. ah well, it's not like katsuki was the one climbing into the tub covered in sweat and day's work. he did that late last night. licking paths down his flesh, the water leaves him aware of their own connection in so many places, from the weight of his thighs resting atop denji's own to the slide of a wet hand settling on his boyfriend's strong shoulder. they should be getting out, standing up and leaving. instead, lips find his own and he leans into the siren's call, returning the kiss with a rising heat no longer denied. their first one had some strangeness, trying to find out how to fit mouth to mouth without bumping noses or clicking teeth, but soon enough, awkward went out the window for experimentation and experience. plush lips cover sharp whites, developing into a guilty pleasure whenever katsuki traces his tongue over the angular enamel. paybacks for that hand in his hair holding him into his body. until finally twin touches drop again, traveling the sloping sides of his torso, cup around his pelvis, and squeeze about the taut surface of his adonis belt. a low breath escapes his lips when all of that culminates in strong palms pushing at his thighs, encouraging him to straddle denji's lap properly with his knees nudging against the wall of the tub behind his boyfriend's ass. he's going to have to rearrange himself completely if the half-devil wants katsuki to wrap his legs around his body like that.]
Dinner. [of course. he doesn't say the word with any confidence or intent, rather murmured distracted against his boyfriend's lips as their bodies press together in the tub. a shudder ripples down his spine, buttocks clenching against the hot pillar of denji's shaft sliding between the cleft. not inside yet, but obviously very interested. images and thoughts flush through his mind, memories of their times together tangled on the sheets, riding his lover's lap as his fingers dug into the flexing curve of his shoulders. denji sits up and he has to move his legs slightly, the tops of his feet, the length of his shin, and his knees pressing to the tub floor on either side of those runner's thighs. at least until the half-devil crosses his legs, nestling katsuki's ass in the crux of his lap, the backs of his heels pushing at denji's shins and calves. interlocked in a strange, intimate contortion that's skin on skin on breath on dick on touch on heat on fuck it feels amazing. his thighs are going to feel this tomorrow.
before everything's shattered and denji summons the inhuman strength to push up to his feet. katsuki instinctively wraps an arm around his boyfriend's neck, grabbing at a shoulder to hold on as the world rushes up around him and he's left half-dangling from the devil hunter. takes a second for him to get his feet under him again, stepping atop one of denji's accidentally before slipping it off to the side. it's an odd stepping backwards, lifting up again until the rug settles under their soles and he's left flush to his boyfriend's body, standing dripping amid the bathroom in a naked half embrace. a towel sinks onto his head and katsuki glares at him from beneath it for the tease. dying? he reaches up to grab the towel and slowly pulls it down, sliding it off his head to one side.] Do I look like I'm fucking fine over here?!
[hard as a damn rock, throbbing visibly from sheer arousal thanks to all that dick poking his ass tease in the bath. now he's out of it, stood up from nowhere, and denji's right in front of him, in a similar state, talking about dying and asking if katsuki's even got the hormones of a teenager! (shut up, he knew that was the implication.) fabric whips through the air in a snap before he catches the other end of the towel, having thrown it around his boyfriend's shoulders to lasso him in a crescent of terrycloth. and yanks him right in close.] Sink, floor, or wall. Pick one. Right now.
[game's over. they're not fucking in the tub, but they're gonna do it right here in the damn bathroom instead.]
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did they ever finish really washing off? who knows. he was sleeping when soap and hands ran sudsy all over denji, only coming to and cleaning himself off after waking up. half of which remained below the now-draining surface of the water. ah well, it's not like katsuki was the one climbing into the tub covered in sweat and day's work. he did that late last night. licking paths down his flesh, the water leaves him aware of their own connection in so many places, from the weight of his thighs resting atop denji's own to the slide of a wet hand settling on his boyfriend's strong shoulder. they should be getting out, standing up and leaving. instead, lips find his own and he leans into the siren's call, returning the kiss with a rising heat no longer denied. their first one had some strangeness, trying to find out how to fit mouth to mouth without bumping noses or clicking teeth, but soon enough, awkward went out the window for experimentation and experience. plush lips cover sharp whites, developing into a guilty pleasure whenever katsuki traces his tongue over the angular enamel. paybacks for that hand in his hair holding him into his body. until finally twin touches drop again, traveling the sloping sides of his torso, cup around his pelvis, and squeeze about the taut surface of his adonis belt. a low breath escapes his lips when all of that culminates in strong palms pushing at his thighs, encouraging him to straddle denji's lap properly with his knees nudging against the wall of the tub behind his boyfriend's ass. he's going to have to rearrange himself completely if the half-devil wants katsuki to wrap his legs around his body like that.]
Dinner. [of course. he doesn't say the word with any confidence or intent, rather murmured distracted against his boyfriend's lips as their bodies press together in the tub. a shudder ripples down his spine, buttocks clenching against the hot pillar of denji's shaft sliding between the cleft. not inside yet, but obviously very interested. images and thoughts flush through his mind, memories of their times together tangled on the sheets, riding his lover's lap as his fingers dug into the flexing curve of his shoulders. denji sits up and he has to move his legs slightly, the tops of his feet, the length of his shin, and his knees pressing to the tub floor on either side of those runner's thighs. at least until the half-devil crosses his legs, nestling katsuki's ass in the crux of his lap, the backs of his heels pushing at denji's shins and calves. interlocked in a strange, intimate contortion that's skin on skin on breath on dick on touch on heat on fuck it feels amazing. his thighs are going to feel this tomorrow.
before everything's shattered and denji summons the inhuman strength to push up to his feet. katsuki instinctively wraps an arm around his boyfriend's neck, grabbing at a shoulder to hold on as the world rushes up around him and he's left half-dangling from the devil hunter. takes a second for him to get his feet under him again, stepping atop one of denji's accidentally before slipping it off to the side. it's an odd stepping backwards, lifting up again until the rug settles under their soles and he's left flush to his boyfriend's body, standing dripping amid the bathroom in a naked half embrace. a towel sinks onto his head and katsuki glares at him from beneath it for the tease. dying? he reaches up to grab the towel and slowly pulls it down, sliding it off his head to one side.] Do I look like I'm fucking fine over here?!
[hard as a damn rock, throbbing visibly from sheer arousal thanks to all that dick poking his ass tease in the bath. now he's out of it, stood up from nowhere, and denji's right in front of him, in a similar state, talking about dying and asking if katsuki's even got the hormones of a teenager! (shut up, he knew that was the implication.) fabric whips through the air in a snap before he catches the other end of the towel, having thrown it around his boyfriend's shoulders to lasso him in a crescent of terrycloth. and yanks him right in close.] Sink, floor, or wall. Pick one. Right now.
[game's over. they're not fucking in the tub, but they're gonna do it right here in the damn bathroom instead.]