[did he ever think he'd end up giving his first time to a guy he met a few months ago who could sprout chainsaws out of his face and arms? the last part's not entirely unreal, considering the world of quirks he came from, but katsuki never thought much about sex and when/where/with whom he'd end up doing it with first. one of his not!friends back home was the highest potential for him, but that never happened before he arrived here. and now... it wasn't just his first time he gave to denji, but as many first time as he could in this exploration of fucking around and more. never really wasting his time looking at porn on the computer or in magazines, denji's been the driving force behind a lot of their escapades, introducing katsuki to a new element, or giving him the fertile ground to discover more surprising preferences about himself when he's with his boyfriend. some of them are pretty damn "what the fuck" when he realizes he likes something he once thought would be odd as hell. but each one is another first shared between them, some more awkward than others. getting dumped out of the bed one time was fucking stupid, especially because they didn't stop even when hanging half-over the edge of he mattress. shit like that.
katsuki's very much aware of his boyfriend's pink brain. a pervert. he's not denying it. when someone's driving force behind being a hero is getting girls' attention and having sex or touching boobs, that's stupidly obvious. but at the very least, denji's not as crass or insanely-obsessed about it as mineta. and a lot of that sexual urge has swung around to focus on him. at times it's fucking crazy to be in the path of that rush, from quickies against alley walls or in the back of their patrol car, to the heated tangle of limbs in the bed as he forgets how many hours went by, or how the hell denji had that much fucking juice in him. usually he gives into the pressure (because he likes the guy) and the half-devil has to deal with katsuki raging at him later over sore hips or his crazy sex drive. even if the blonde's the one who instigated it. despite how denji questioned whether he's a teenager just now, he's very much a teenager.]
Shut up! Put your mouth to better use! [mirrors don't lie. katsuki's snarly face flushes red hot in the reflective surface as he growls over his shoulder at his boyfriend, completely embarrassed and utterly turned on by denji recounting that kind of thing in detail.] You're the one making face and getting me hard!
[totally a reason to argue, huh. shameful? hell no! embarrassing? fuck yes! at least he doesn't have to look at himself while he's arching on his back on the bed, teeth seizing into the pillow or his hand as denji wrangles lines of bliss out of his body. but now there's a fucking mirror and dammit-! a second finger pushes inside and katsuki drops his head with a gasp, toes curling against the bathroom rug as his hole stretches around twin twisting digits. pushing in and out, working him open and looser with patient motions. his abs harden immediately, core muscles tightening in a constriction of muscle around his boyfriend's long digits. dammit, how the hell can he get so far inside him? his fingers are flexible, the rim of his blunt nails coaxing across his walls. katsuki grunts hard as denji leans against him, pushing his chest and stomach against the blonde's back. shoulder blades nudge at the half-devil's pectorals, the line of his ripcord askew along katsuki's spine, threatening to cup his ass in the warmth of his hips, lower abs, and upper thighs. he's not going to fall over the damn sink... even though his arms want to give out and do just that.]
You've taken longer than that before. [usually when he's on some kind of intimate high and wants to watch katsuki's reactions while fucking around with him, ultimately leading to one of their patience snapping. denji groans like that and he can't stop a breathless cuss from his lips as fingers caress the curve of his ribs, shoulders flexing when denji cups at his pectoral. fucking bastard. he's paid attention to katsuki's pecs so damn often since they started this thing, the firm muscle turned into an erogenous zone just for denji. nipple perking between his fingers, katsuki's throat catching in a gasp as his boyfriend gropes and fondles his chest, a finger playing with that sensitive little bud. he knows how to get his body to react now. muscles ripple against denji's front as the young hero's back flexes and arches beneath his grinding body, pressing to him deliberately so he can feel all those tangible pieces of evidence showing what the half-devil's doing to him. dammit, he's not looking at the mirror unless denji makes him!]
Dammit... ngk-... You're gonna... make this end early- [and he doesn't want it to. avoiding the mirror, he glares over his shoulder heatedly, demanding denji do something more with just his eyes alone. watching his boyfriend's face, brows furrowing and relaxing, lips half parted in a crooning breath, eyes dilated in lust and affection, denji's patience his breaking apart with each squelch and slick between them.] Ah- FUCK! [three of them! katsuki throws his head back against denji's shoulder, barking at the ceiling from the stretch and mix of burning pain and swelling pleasure. thrusting into him, harder and quicker than before, not even giving him full-finger plunges, but barely rutting in at the knuckles. the lewd noises mingle with intimate voices as they move, setting off his nerves as his cock jerks and lances of precum splatter into the sink in front of him. fuck... they're already making a mess. as denji eases up, he knows what's coming, grunting as the slick trio slides out of his ass. he drops onto an elbow, panting against the sink as his lover's chest peels off his back.]
Oy- not so rough, horndog. [it doesn't sound like katsuki even means it as denji jerks his hips back and forces him onto the balls of his feet. his glutes harden as he nudges against his lover's thighs, a guilty pleasure bolting through him when denji gently kicks at an ankle. he shimmies one foot to the right, widening his stance and sinking just slightly with the action, balls hanging heavy between his open thighs. teeth grit and he curls his hand into a fist, failing to bite back a moan of pleasure. denji's cock's right against his hole, the pulsing smooth round of his glans kissing at his puckered rim and smearing precum all over it. his partner's right there, again, and anticipation ripples across his spine. he can't stop the way his body bears down on his flesh, lower jaw falling open as denji pushes forward. muscle tightens, refusing to spread open for a second or two, before that sudden relaxing and- 'pop' -his cock plunges through, stretching him and filling him all at once. katsuki shouts into the void, one hand swinging back to grab at his boyfriend's hips for no reason other than to touch him. fuck, did he always feel this big? or was it just the circumstances? it doesn't matter if he bruises his hips; he'll yell at him about it later. what matters is-] More.
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katsuki's very much aware of his boyfriend's pink brain. a pervert. he's not denying it. when someone's driving force behind being a hero is getting girls' attention and having sex or touching boobs, that's stupidly obvious. but at the very least, denji's not as crass or insanely-obsessed about it as mineta. and a lot of that sexual urge has swung around to focus on him. at times it's fucking crazy to be in the path of that rush, from quickies against alley walls or in the back of their patrol car, to the heated tangle of limbs in the bed as he forgets how many hours went by, or how the hell denji had that much fucking juice in him. usually he gives into the pressure (because he likes the guy) and the half-devil has to deal with katsuki raging at him later over sore hips or his crazy sex drive. even if the blonde's the one who instigated it. despite how denji questioned whether he's a teenager just now, he's very much a teenager.]
Shut up! Put your mouth to better use! [mirrors don't lie. katsuki's snarly face flushes red hot in the reflective surface as he growls over his shoulder at his boyfriend, completely embarrassed and utterly turned on by denji recounting that kind of thing in detail.] You're the one making face and getting me hard!
[totally a reason to argue, huh. shameful? hell no! embarrassing? fuck yes! at least he doesn't have to look at himself while he's arching on his back on the bed, teeth seizing into the pillow or his hand as denji wrangles lines of bliss out of his body. but now there's a fucking mirror and dammit-! a second finger pushes inside and katsuki drops his head with a gasp, toes curling against the bathroom rug as his hole stretches around twin twisting digits. pushing in and out, working him open and looser with patient motions. his abs harden immediately, core muscles tightening in a constriction of muscle around his boyfriend's long digits. dammit, how the hell can he get so far inside him? his fingers are flexible, the rim of his blunt nails coaxing across his walls. katsuki grunts hard as denji leans against him, pushing his chest and stomach against the blonde's back. shoulder blades nudge at the half-devil's pectorals, the line of his ripcord askew along katsuki's spine, threatening to cup his ass in the warmth of his hips, lower abs, and upper thighs. he's not going to fall over the damn sink... even though his arms want to give out and do just that.]
You've taken longer than that before. [usually when he's on some kind of intimate high and wants to watch katsuki's reactions while fucking around with him, ultimately leading to one of their patience snapping. denji groans like that and he can't stop a breathless cuss from his lips as fingers caress the curve of his ribs, shoulders flexing when denji cups at his pectoral. fucking bastard. he's paid attention to katsuki's pecs so damn often since they started this thing, the firm muscle turned into an erogenous zone just for denji. nipple perking between his fingers, katsuki's throat catching in a gasp as his boyfriend gropes and fondles his chest, a finger playing with that sensitive little bud. he knows how to get his body to react now. muscles ripple against denji's front as the young hero's back flexes and arches beneath his grinding body, pressing to him deliberately so he can feel all those tangible pieces of evidence showing what the half-devil's doing to him. dammit, he's not looking at the mirror unless denji makes him!]
Dammit... ngk-... You're gonna... make this end early- [and he doesn't want it to. avoiding the mirror, he glares over his shoulder heatedly, demanding denji do something more with just his eyes alone. watching his boyfriend's face, brows furrowing and relaxing, lips half parted in a crooning breath, eyes dilated in lust and affection, denji's patience his breaking apart with each squelch and slick between them.] Ah- FUCK! [three of them! katsuki throws his head back against denji's shoulder, barking at the ceiling from the stretch and mix of burning pain and swelling pleasure. thrusting into him, harder and quicker than before, not even giving him full-finger plunges, but barely rutting in at the knuckles. the lewd noises mingle with intimate voices as they move, setting off his nerves as his cock jerks and lances of precum splatter into the sink in front of him. fuck... they're already making a mess. as denji eases up, he knows what's coming, grunting as the slick trio slides out of his ass. he drops onto an elbow, panting against the sink as his lover's chest peels off his back.]
Oy- not so rough, horndog. [it doesn't sound like katsuki even means it as denji jerks his hips back and forces him onto the balls of his feet. his glutes harden as he nudges against his lover's thighs, a guilty pleasure bolting through him when denji gently kicks at an ankle. he shimmies one foot to the right, widening his stance and sinking just slightly with the action, balls hanging heavy between his open thighs. teeth grit and he curls his hand into a fist, failing to bite back a moan of pleasure. denji's cock's right against his hole, the pulsing smooth round of his glans kissing at his puckered rim and smearing precum all over it. his partner's right there, again, and anticipation ripples across his spine. he can't stop the way his body bears down on his flesh, lower jaw falling open as denji pushes forward. muscle tightens, refusing to spread open for a second or two, before that sudden relaxing and- 'pop' -his cock plunges through, stretching him and filling him all at once. katsuki shouts into the void, one hand swinging back to grab at his boyfriend's hips for no reason other than to touch him. fuck, did he always feel this big? or was it just the circumstances? it doesn't matter if he bruises his hips; he'll yell at him about it later. what matters is-] More.