[ there are many victories in his beautiful sexual journey with bakugou katsuki so far, aside from — well, losing his virginity. it never occurred to him there was more to discover about himself, about his preferences, and what he finds fun and attractive. considering he spent the majority of his free time disassociating with indecent fantasies in a form of escape from all his traumas, flipping through porn magazines, and listing every position or kink out there that he would like to try, denji was almost certain he figured it all out. the more he spends time with bakugou, the more he acknowledges he didn't know shit. it was all a lie. every time they're intimate he learns something unique about himself, and it baffles him that most of those revelations tend to slap him in the face when they're not even being frisky. they're random discoveries, unpredictable circumstances. it happens way too many times, and denji was getting sick of adding to that mental list and then soothing himself that— it's done and completed, only for something new to swoop in and rattle his entire universe, offering no explanation as to why he's getting all hot and bothered aside from 'why not?'. it's both frustrating and thrilling.
today's findings: bakugou can end his life using a whip and he'll die with a smile on his face. added to the list.
he felt that mild hesitation back there, and it made denji more attentive to his boyfriend, mindful to be more sensitive to any inkling of doubt and react to it in time. the location, the posture, and almost everything about this is borderline inconvenient, he's aware - but denji is pure filth and he'd always favor a quickie any-fucking-where. back in their office, in an alleyway, a cheap motel, their patrol car, or whatever little box that can offer bakugou his privacy and give denji the quick fix. he's fine with this lifestyle. it didn't mean the hero should accommodate that nonsense. if he senses any indication of doubt again, he will stop. bakugou is far more important than his aching dick. he also trusts his boyfriend to be vocal if it reaches that point, and with that— he wouldn't dwell on it for long, instead breathing out a soft chuckle. ]
Nah, not that type of pillow prince. I'm talking about how fucking hot you look when you're on my bed. Head on the pillow, messy hair all over, flustered, and all those delicious faces you make ...
[ -in which denji glanced up at their reflection, smirking when he noticed bakugou seemingly avoiding it. it's shameful, isn't it? to look at yourself like that, when you're all vulnerable and needy. it is equally erotic as well. he kept working his fingers, pushing through the warmth, squeezing and taunting his senses. fuuuuuck. he's so tight. he almost wanted to end the prep and go straight into fucking him. he sighs heavily, denji then leans in, flush behind the other boy, trapping him between his solid frame and the sink. ] Two minutes is way too long ... [ it's the lack of lube that's making denji more human here. another hefty exhale, close to a groan, he begins sliding his other hand higher up his lover's body to the bottom of his ribcage; watching in the mirror as goosebumps raise the blond hair on his own arm. heh. he shifts his attention to bakugou again as he spreads his fingers over one of his pecs, framing the nipple in between before, slowly, every movement twitching with restraint he didn’t think he’d have to scour for, he strokes over a perked bud; teasing it until it's hard between his knuckles. it's no secret the half-devil had a favorite spot to toy with, denji had always been very vocal about bakugou's unique build, and it was a hundred times more satisfying with that fucking mirror in front of them. he kept fondling him, groping and loving the way it weighed on his hand perfectly full, almost as if he wanted bakugou to see how they are meant to be mauled like this. that alone made his dick so hard, desperately begging for attention. ]
You're perfect ... fuck. [ he crooned, voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. was he talking to katsuki or his tits? it's unclear. he slipped in another finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. he thrust his fingers with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in; the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in his starved body. not even close to one minute and denji is already over this; it's too much. he slowed down in a muted warning before he pulled his hand away gently and straightened his back. blinded with anticipation, denji yanked his boyfriend by the hips until his ass angled up upon his thighs; a light nudge to one of bakugou's ankles encouraged him to spread his legs a bit more. the swollen head of his dick is already pressing up against the slick heat and it takes everything in his power not to start fucking him right here. bakugou is still squeezing the hell out of him and it's maddening. denji is already sweating a bit, he stares the other down as the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, nails digging into his skin; fated to bruise. ]
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today's findings: bakugou can end his life using a whip and he'll die with a smile on his face. added to the list.
he felt that mild hesitation back there, and it made denji more attentive to his boyfriend, mindful to be more sensitive to any inkling of doubt and react to it in time. the location, the posture, and almost everything about this is borderline inconvenient, he's aware - but denji is pure filth and he'd always favor a quickie any-fucking-where. back in their office, in an alleyway, a cheap motel, their patrol car, or whatever little box that can offer bakugou his privacy and give denji the quick fix. he's fine with this lifestyle. it didn't mean the hero should accommodate that nonsense. if he senses any indication of doubt again, he will stop. bakugou is far more important than his aching dick. he also trusts his boyfriend to be vocal if it reaches that point, and with that— he wouldn't dwell on it for long, instead breathing out a soft chuckle. ]
Nah, not that type of pillow prince. I'm talking about how fucking hot you look when you're on my bed. Head on the pillow, messy hair all over, flustered, and all those delicious faces you make ...
[ -in which denji glanced up at their reflection, smirking when he noticed bakugou seemingly avoiding it. it's shameful, isn't it? to look at yourself like that, when you're all vulnerable and needy. it is equally erotic as well. he kept working his fingers, pushing through the warmth, squeezing and taunting his senses. fuuuuuck. he's so tight. he almost wanted to end the prep and go straight into fucking him. he sighs heavily, denji then leans in, flush behind the other boy, trapping him between his solid frame and the sink. ] Two minutes is way too long ... [ it's the lack of lube that's making denji more human here. another hefty exhale, close to a groan, he begins sliding his other hand higher up his lover's body to the bottom of his ribcage; watching in the mirror as goosebumps raise the blond hair on his own arm. heh. he shifts his attention to bakugou again as he spreads his fingers over one of his pecs, framing the nipple in between before, slowly, every movement twitching with restraint he didn’t think he’d have to scour for, he strokes over a perked bud; teasing it until it's hard between his knuckles. it's no secret the half-devil had a favorite spot to toy with, denji had always been very vocal about bakugou's unique build, and it was a hundred times more satisfying with that fucking mirror in front of them. he kept fondling him, groping and loving the way it weighed on his hand perfectly full, almost as if he wanted bakugou to see how they are meant to be mauled like this. that alone made his dick so hard, desperately begging for attention. ]
You're perfect ... fuck. [ he crooned, voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. was he talking to katsuki or his tits? it's unclear. he slipped in another finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. he thrust his fingers with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in; the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in his starved body. not even close to one minute and denji is already over this; it's too much. he slowed down in a muted warning before he pulled his hand away gently and straightened his back. blinded with anticipation, denji yanked his boyfriend by the hips until his ass angled up upon his thighs; a light nudge to one of bakugou's ankles encouraged him to spread his legs a bit more. the swollen head of his dick is already pressing up against the slick heat and it takes everything in his power not to start fucking him right here. bakugou is still squeezing the hell out of him and it's maddening. denji is already sweating a bit, he stares the other down as the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, nails digging into his skin; fated to bruise. ]