Dinner ... right. [ if denji ever asks himself the golden question if he'd prefer food or sex? he now knows the answer, because he didn't give a single fuck over the meal that's been waiting for them this entire time. he did offer it a brief, contemplating glance as he helped his boyfriend settle on the ground, but found himself getting preoccupied with his partner. even before bakugou dropped that bomb at him, there was a harsh flash of reality that made denji regret the words as soon as they slipped out into the open. the modest veil of the water is no longer there, and while it was fun to rely on blind touch during their foreplay, denji didn't realize how much he missed the visual part of it— with bakugou standing in front of him, fully bare. god, did that guy know just how attractive he is? if he didn't, that's hot. if he did, that's even hotter. it's too overwhelming.
the whip. the fucking whip. oh, oh .... oh my, what the fuck was that? and why did it make denji freeze and stare? yeah, that was an awakening. a strong one. it's - hmm, he'll be thinking about this a lot in the future.
denji always got hot and tense whenever he was getting a bit frisky with that boy; but he could argue this time felt a bit different for many reasons. for starters, it's been a while since they shared such closeness, thanks to trauma and guilt. and second- there are new emotions in the mix that fed into denji's endless fixation on that boy. once again, trauma and guilt and a newfound desire to embrace them. the muscles of his shoulders stood out, drawn tense, and coiled-tight. yeah, game over. that's all he wanted to hear. that's when denji's calloused hands held into his partner's head on either side and eased him in; eager lips locked onto bakugou's with a force that took his breath away. they had their share of soft, teasing smooches during their bath— it's time for an absolute, sloppy mess of tongue, teeth, and shameless needy moans. finally, finally, the tension there began to unwind, leaking out like the air between his lips. he knew bakugou gave him options, but he didn't think them through, instead he ended up forcing his boyfriend to stumble back until he was cornered into a wall, bodies crushed. that made the skin of his arms tighten in goosebumps before he just gave in, took bakugou to the fucking hilt, and flexed his jaw, welcoming every bruising, sharp exhale with wanton eagerness. ugh, delicious. perfect. he's perfect. ]
The sink? ah ... [ a rough gasp, around his deep breaths, not yet breaking off their kiss. ] Didn't know that was an option ...
[ shit, it's so hot he can barely think straight. nah, he's not thinking at all, denji is in a mood. and for someone who didn't know how to make this work, this might backfire on both of them. this arcs through him, electric and intense, excited to try something new. excited— even when it might not be ideal (or smart), considering the noticeable crevices and the old build of this bathroom. whatever. despite the heat of it all, and utter feral starvation that seeps out of him, denji's touch on his lover's shoulders is light, and gentle as he guides bakugou to turn around, then lean and bend over the sink, allowing him to figure out how to support himself. the mirror felt like a dangerous gamble, with the small space of the bathroom they couldn't avoid getting caught in its reflection. a full-on visual from their waistline up, in which the half-devil was more attentive to the other than himself, and what a view it was. between the gorgeous back muscles and broad shoulders, to the drenched blonde strands sticking to the nape of his flushed neck, it pulls on the pulsing tension in his groin. he allows himself to indulge as his hands skimmed bakugou's hips, tracing the curves of his ass for a nice squeeze. ]
Are you sure you don't want to be a pillow prince tonight?
[ aside from having a comfortable mattress to support his body, and a far more relaxing temperature to ease through the ongoing heatwave, there's something else that's ... missing. the way his lover's knees are barely parted and it’s more restrictive than half the methods they ever tried shouldn't stroke denji's arousal the way it did. without much of a warning, bakugou would feel the tip of a finger push in – warm, solid, and the small girth is still more than anyone can take. the next push – too quick, always a bit too eager– fated to sting, burn. spit is never enough and yet somehow they tend to end up like this, but tonight denji can happily blame bakugou for it. happily ♥ ]
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the whip. the fucking whip. oh, oh .... oh my, what the fuck was that? and why did it make denji freeze and stare? yeah, that was an awakening. a strong one. it's - hmm, he'll be thinking about this a lot in the future.
denji always got hot and tense whenever he was getting a bit frisky with that boy; but he could argue this time felt a bit different for many reasons. for starters, it's been a while since they shared such closeness, thanks to trauma and guilt. and second- there are new emotions in the mix that fed into denji's endless fixation on that boy. once again, trauma and guilt and a newfound desire to embrace them. the muscles of his shoulders stood out, drawn tense, and coiled-tight. yeah, game over. that's all he wanted to hear. that's when denji's calloused hands held into his partner's head on either side and eased him in; eager lips locked onto bakugou's with a force that took his breath away. they had their share of soft, teasing smooches during their bath— it's time for an absolute, sloppy mess of tongue, teeth, and shameless needy moans. finally, finally, the tension there began to unwind, leaking out like the air between his lips. he knew bakugou gave him options, but he didn't think them through, instead he ended up forcing his boyfriend to stumble back until he was cornered into a wall, bodies crushed. that made the skin of his arms tighten in goosebumps before he just gave in, took bakugou to the fucking hilt, and flexed his jaw, welcoming every bruising, sharp exhale with wanton eagerness. ugh, delicious. perfect. he's perfect. ]
The sink? ah ... [ a rough gasp, around his deep breaths, not yet breaking off their kiss. ] Didn't know that was an option ...
[ shit, it's so hot he can barely think straight. nah, he's not thinking at all, denji is in a mood. and for someone who didn't know how to make this work, this might backfire on both of them. this arcs through him, electric and intense, excited to try something new. excited— even when it might not be ideal (or smart), considering the noticeable crevices and the old build of this bathroom. whatever. despite the heat of it all, and utter feral starvation that seeps out of him, denji's touch on his lover's shoulders is light, and gentle as he guides bakugou to turn around, then lean and bend over the sink, allowing him to figure out how to support himself. the mirror felt like a dangerous gamble, with the small space of the bathroom they couldn't avoid getting caught in its reflection. a full-on visual from their waistline up, in which the half-devil was more attentive to the other than himself, and what a view it was. between the gorgeous back muscles and broad shoulders, to the drenched blonde strands sticking to the nape of his flushed neck, it pulls on the pulsing tension in his groin. he allows himself to indulge as his hands skimmed bakugou's hips, tracing the curves of his ass for a nice squeeze. ]
Are you sure you don't want to be a pillow prince tonight?
[ aside from having a comfortable mattress to support his body, and a far more relaxing temperature to ease through the ongoing heatwave, there's something else that's ... missing. the way his lover's knees are barely parted and it’s more restrictive than half the methods they ever tried shouldn't stroke denji's arousal the way it did. without much of a warning, bakugou would feel the tip of a finger push in – warm, solid, and the small girth is still more than anyone can take. the next push – too quick, always a bit too eager– fated to sting, burn. spit is never enough and yet somehow they tend to end up like this, but tonight denji can happily blame bakugou for it. happily ♥ ]