Because I was learning ... duh. [ and guess what he learned during their many preparation sessions? bakugou katsuki can take it, and he takes it well, and it might be the sexiest perk about this guy right here. one, two, and now three fingers and he still tolerates it? he didn't bite denji's head off yet? fucking hell, what a beast. is he allowed to be utterly turned on by this? it should be less enjoyable and more borderline painful for his boyfriend — yet there is something terribly sexy about how katsuki endures it. the cursing, the gruff voice, the rapid breathing, and the flush of his cheeks ... beautiful. it took denji off his feet, finding himself easily slipping into a mindset where he wanted to toss all the boundaries out the window and truly explore their bodies together; explore the fine line between pain and pleasure, right and wrong, what feels good and what doesn't. he desired it all with bakugou only, and in return — he hoped his boyfriend shared the thought. after all, denji's eagerness goes both ways as he understands everyone has a certain preference, certain kinks, and a list of what they wish to try out with the right person. he would often wonder if bakugou had any on his mind. is there anything he wants to try? did he even think about it? hmm, a conversation to indulge in later tonight. perhaps the hero needs a reminder of how willing denji is— after all, he did have little to no boundaries, happy to run with the philosophy of 'try it once before you decide to hate it'.
'not so rough' - ah. the sensation of melting eased a little, and denji came back into himself a bit, like the snapping back of a rubber band. that had him smirking in a certain way. cheeky. ]
I'm always gentle, and it won't end early ... [ -he teased as bakugou used his elbow to keep himself propped over the sink, watching him bend forward and loving the view. the only light in the bathroom was from the window in the center of the wall, a nearby billboard that shone neon red light through the big dramatic slats of the blinds, glistening and altering shades from one vivid hue to another, and each one of them suited bakugou's complexions perfectly - and he could've sworn this might be his first time noticing his lovely boyfriend has the tiniest hint of back dimples. uuuugh ♥. between all the times they got rowdy with each other, fucking him in this scenery might be denji's favorite. it's seductive, erotic, and deliciously slutty. he loved how bakugou toyed with his emotions effortlessly: between genuinely being smitten over him in a cute crush, planning adorable dates and spending time together, or more sentimental experience of receiving affection, and the butterflies he gets every time they hold hands, sharing a kiss and exchange smiles. all the fluff, genuine and heartfelt, and then ... this. this right here.
denji took several deep, shaking breaths. his hair was hanging wet against his forehead and lids, and he knew he must look like a hot mess, he then gripped bakugou’s hips hard and pulled them flush against each other, pushing in and all caution was gone. everything in his whole starved body exploding, his entire world narrowing to his cock and searing, almost painful pleasure sparking through his fucking bones. he had no shame in showing how good that felt; he moaned and gasped, shoulders quivering from the intensity of it. he didn't care who could hear them down the hallway, or care to stop to double-check if the door was locked, it's too late for either of them to move from this very spot. another heavy groan, easing himself in; the stretch is agonizingly good, both static and electric. denji's knuckles are white, bent over his boyfriend, muscles tense as he grips those hips, holding his breath at the satisfying burn as his erection presses against those tight walls, feeling the pulse of connection between them. he then starts fucking him, thrusting his hard dick in and out, careful at first as they both adjust to this new position. careful - hmm, maybe not as careful as he should be. ]
You always feel so good and fucking tight ... [ 'good' is an understatement; bakugou feels nothing short of amazing. the half-devil loses himself to the sensation of being squeezed without mercy, he becomes chained to the binding, a growing burn in his groin as they unconsciously gain momentum together. they (yes, they. bakugou spitting 'more' is all he needs to skip the soft foreplay) set a brutal rhythm, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin, squelching and wet from the precum, fills the room. denji's panting, sweat gathering in his collarbones as they indulge in their heat. bakugou is strong enough to take it, to keep himself upward and over the sink with each thrust, fucking him harder and deeper, but not faster, because denji didn't have it in him to deny himself what he wanted fucking yesterday. he eventually frees up one of his hands, leaving one behind to hold and bruise the other's hip, while the other pressed against the wall ahead and over bakugou's head; an inch away from touching the mirror.
he decided he was yearning for more of his boyfriend, more contact, more warmth; denji hunched forward, chest pressed to the other's arched back, lips close to his ear. breath leaving him in a huff, the half-devil shifts his hips a bit, the new angle causing him to rub repeatedly against bakugou's prostate. finding his voice between the mad rush of pleasure, denji chokes out- ] Holy shit, look at you ... [ that mirror is truly — dangerous. with both hands busy, denji opts by tilting his head, lips eager for a taste, kissing, licking and breathing hotly against the sensitive curve of his boyfriend's neck. of course he's not careful, of course he's sloppy, and of course his sharp teeth are no longer gentle on the very human flesh, promising to leave its mark whether it would be in small bruises or something more fierce. ] Fuck, I missed you ...
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Date: 9/6/24 19:15 (UTC)'not so rough' - ah. the sensation of melting eased a little, and denji came back into himself a bit, like the snapping back of a rubber band. that had him smirking in a certain way. cheeky. ]
I'm always gentle, and it won't end early ... [ -he teased as bakugou used his elbow to keep himself propped over the sink, watching him bend forward and loving the view. the only light in the bathroom was from the window in the center of the wall, a nearby billboard that shone neon red light through the big dramatic slats of the blinds, glistening and altering shades from one vivid hue to another, and each one of them suited bakugou's complexions perfectly - and he could've sworn this might be his first time noticing his lovely boyfriend has the tiniest hint of back dimples. uuuugh ♥. between all the times they got rowdy with each other, fucking him in this scenery might be denji's favorite. it's seductive, erotic, and deliciously slutty. he loved how bakugou toyed with his emotions effortlessly: between genuinely being smitten over him in a cute crush, planning adorable dates and spending time together, or more sentimental experience of receiving affection, and the butterflies he gets every time they hold hands, sharing a kiss and exchange smiles. all the fluff, genuine and heartfelt, and then ... this. this right here.
denji took several deep, shaking breaths. his hair was hanging wet against his forehead and lids, and he knew he must look like a hot mess, he then gripped bakugou’s hips hard and pulled them flush against each other, pushing in and all caution was gone. everything in his whole starved body exploding, his entire world narrowing to his cock and searing, almost painful pleasure sparking through his fucking bones. he had no shame in showing how good that felt; he moaned and gasped, shoulders quivering from the intensity of it. he didn't care who could hear them down the hallway, or care to stop to double-check if the door was locked, it's too late for either of them to move from this very spot. another heavy groan, easing himself in; the stretch is agonizingly good, both static and electric. denji's knuckles are white, bent over his boyfriend, muscles tense as he grips those hips, holding his breath at the satisfying burn as his erection presses against those tight walls, feeling the pulse of connection between them. he then starts fucking him, thrusting his hard dick in and out, careful at first as they both adjust to this new position. careful - hmm, maybe not as careful as he should be. ]
You always feel so good and fucking tight ... [ 'good' is an understatement; bakugou feels nothing short of amazing. the half-devil loses himself to the sensation of being squeezed without mercy, he becomes chained to the binding, a growing burn in his groin as they unconsciously gain momentum together. they (yes, they. bakugou spitting 'more' is all he needs to skip the soft foreplay) set a brutal rhythm, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin, squelching and wet from the precum, fills the room. denji's panting, sweat gathering in his collarbones as they indulge in their heat. bakugou is strong enough to take it, to keep himself upward and over the sink with each thrust, fucking him harder and deeper, but not faster, because denji didn't have it in him to deny himself what he wanted fucking yesterday. he eventually frees up one of his hands, leaving one behind to hold and bruise the other's hip, while the other pressed against the wall ahead and over bakugou's head; an inch away from touching the mirror.
he decided he was yearning for more of his boyfriend, more contact, more warmth; denji hunched forward, chest pressed to the other's arched back, lips close to his ear. breath leaving him in a huff, the half-devil shifts his hips a bit, the new angle causing him to rub repeatedly against bakugou's prostate. finding his voice between the mad rush of pleasure, denji chokes out- ] Holy shit, look at you ... [ that mirror is truly — dangerous. with both hands busy, denji opts by tilting his head, lips eager for a taste, kissing, licking and breathing hotly against the sensitive curve of his boyfriend's neck. of course he's not careful, of course he's sloppy, and of course his sharp teeth are no longer gentle on the very human flesh, promising to leave its mark whether it would be in small bruises or something more fierce. ] Fuck, I missed you ...