[denji's not shoving fucking sausages inside him. he's not dissing his boyfriend's fingers in the slightest either. they know how to touch places inside him and on his body that make his knees weak. no matter if he's pinching at his nipple, groping his pecs, catching his head for a kiss, or stretching him open with a trio of digits wriggling their way into his depths. a breathless grunt or a muffled cuss, a low groan or a panting comment, katsuki's done all these things while his boyfriend's hands turn his body on time and time again. he can handle the pain it produces because he knows the pleasure coming is more than worth the initial grit of teeth and snarl. denji gets off on it too, his strength. unfortunately the half-devil will eventually find out his explosive partner isn't the kinkiest pervert on the face of the planet. hardly any time at all is spent wondering what his tousle-haired boyfriend would look like tied up in silk or whether denji would want to share a double-ended sex toy. but rather, his focus in this area wanders around how many ties he can get the half-devil to cum before he's biting the pillow or running out of brain space to form words. whether he'll find a bite on a hefted ankle to be incredibly sexy or completely weird. or what might happen if they break the bed. there are things he wanted to try; katsuki was the first one to suggest denji flip over during a blowjob to give him one too. the first one to say "fuck it" to the bed because they weren't even going to make it. but give him time. more things will start to emerge from his disciplined mind as that horny teenager comes through, encouraging him to realize it's not a bad thing to "waste his time" thinking about how hot it'd be for his boyfriend to ride in the cop car with a little surprise nestled inside him with katsuki palming the remote...]
You almost broke the bed- [denji is gentle. he's gentle as he holds him, gentle as he moves, even the burning heat of his most horny or passionate moments, there's a gentleness there katsuki can't deny. with his head hanging down above his braced forearm, all he can feel and hear is denji, blocked from sight by being behind him. he used to be embarrassed about sex, only letting his partner take him from behind, not wanting him to see the faces he made, but that inhibition vanished rather quickly as katsuki wrapped his arms around denji's shoulders and tangled his legs around his waist, eyes burning under the sight of his boyfriend's lust-glazed face above him. so many parts of him emblazoned in his memory, from the cut of his pelvic v pressing against the globes of his ass to the sensation of long thigh muscles rubbing at the backs of his own to the subtle shift of his foot nudging against the inside of his own as they brace together on the floor. they've come together so many times, so many ways, each of them with their own branded memory. from a first kiss to the time denji whispered intimate words in the middle of their tryst to the glow of sunset light spilling through the room's window and covering his boyfriend in liquid gold. times like those are when katsuki ends up looking over his shoulder if they're doing it from behind, just so he can see his lover and capture another shot of him in his mind.
so he finally lifts his head, red eyes hooded under the hanging shadows of his choppy bangs, and catches the reflection in the mirror. less of himself, but of denji above him, behind him, the way his hair swings slightly in a damp tangle of scruffy waves atop his brow. he does look a hot mess, lips hanging half open to show his sharp teeth, breath leaving his lungs in heavier exhales. katsuki sucks in a quick jet of air as strong hands grip his hips and suddenly haul backwards, pulling his ass flush against denji's waist and spreading the rest of his shaft inside him-] Fu-uck! [head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, mouth dropped in a half-choked shout of blissful completion and painful relief. it hurts so much at first, but that burning agony clashes with each meaty throb of denji's girth pulsing inside him, his blood and heartbeat thudding in his clenching grip. all he feels right now is denji and denji only. plugging in, his flesh melding with his own in an intimate connection that's just the two of them. if katsuki gives a shit about anyone hearing now, he isn't showing it. cracking his eyes open once more, finding denji's visage above his own in the mirror again. katsuki squeezes his hand on his boyfriend's hips, instinctively wanting to push him out yet doggedly curling his fingers almost to the curve of his ass to make sure he stays right where he fucking is.
until denji curls over at the waist and bends atop him, pressing his chest close to katsuki's back as the young hero arches up and shoves his shoulder blades and spine against the hunter's swelling pectorals. neither of them are breathing for a few seconds, leaving the bathroom in tense silence so thick, katsuki swears he can hear denji's pulse in his ears. before it all devolves into a cacophony of noise. gasping and grunting with each thrust, his teeth grit together whenever he has the muscle to do so, falling apart when he doesn't. denji's fucking him without pause, his concern at first melting away into the hard, sex-crazed pleasure he knows cores his boyfriend good and hard. fuck, even if he yells at him, it always turns into this hedonistic rush for both of them.]
S'cause... you're fucking big... Shit, Denji- [he's never going to get used to this feeling and never wants to, the sensation of denji's cock pistoning in and out of his ass. it feels amazing, blowing his mind each time once they really get going. the hero grips at the sink wall, fingers skidding and slipping against the tiles, other hand struggling to keep ahold of denji's droplet-glistening hips. his body squeezes hard around his boyfriend's dick, sucking him in and struggling to keep him there even as he pulls out for another thrust. fuck, right there- denji's heartbeat, throbbing in his shaft and beating in time all its own in his walls. it's one of the best parts of having sex. whether he feels it in his boyfriend's wrist, beneath his lips when he kisses his neck, against his chest as their pecs press together, or the throb of his cock buried inside his body. curses and moans punch out of his mouth with each motion, harder thrusts arching him up on the balls of his feet again as he tries his damnest not to climb right up on the fuck counter. denji pace evolves into something wild, earning a harsh yell as katsuki tosses his head to the side. he can take it, and better yet, denji can give it. each wet slap of his balls against the back of his own spatters his thighs with precum oozing out of his ring, keeping time with their thrusts in heady rhythm. sweat drips off his forehead and jaw, saliva leaking from one corner of his mouth to drip down his chin. harder, deeper, making him see white as his own dick slams hard against the solid washboard of his abs, mercifully not being crushed into the rim of the counter.
it's when denji frees one hand from his hip and plasters it to the wall with a resounding "thud" that katsuki rips his own hand from the same surface and frantically grabs onto his boyfriend's wrist. holding on, using that as an anchor to keep himself from getting driven chest first into the sink's bowl. denji all but mounts him from behind, chest shoving against his back and lips so close to his skin his breath scalds his flesh. fingers dig into the half-devil's wrist, holding on tightly despite katsuki's dangerous sweat leaking down his wrist and smearing along his skin. his ears flush hot red from the sound of his panting wind, he sounds so fucking lewd and amazing when he's in this state. katsuki chokes on a higher-pitched noise, embarrassing and lewd, as hips move to a new angle and denji's cock drives flush into his prostate. precum spurts into the air as katsuki's tunnel seizes around his boyfriend's shaft, almost cumming right there, but holding off in sheer stubborn want.]
Shu... shut up- ah! H-haa- GUH! [he doesn't want to look at him, he wants to look at denji, which is hard to do when he's getting fucked into the goddamn sink! but boyfriends have more privilege and demand, meaning katsuki's dragging his head up, ashen blonde spikes ruffling against denji's cheek and shoulder as he leans back to the boy pounced atop him. watching denji's flushed face as those sharp deep skim and caress over his neck, lips leaving sensitive trails as his bangs drag slick along his cheek. saliva drips down towards his collar from where denji's salivating on his skin and it's fucking hot. for all he katsuki bitches about cleaning up when they're done, getting messy in the heat of things is a massive guilty turn on. small marks, bruises, denji's leaving them, but there's something else... something about denji missing him in that husky voice that has katsuki's other hand abandoning his boyfriend's hip and reaches up behind him to shove fingers into that mop of sweat-damp shaggy hair. curling in to grip and grab, fingertips and blunt nails raking across his scalp as katsuki turns his head and finds his boyfriend's mouth to kiss him. spit and water drips down their cheeks, the kiss open-mouthed with tongues visible twining between their teeth in the clear air. making out with denji amid panting moans and hot gasps until they run out of breath and separate. denji missed him...] Bite me... Hard.
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You almost broke the bed- [denji is gentle. he's gentle as he holds him, gentle as he moves, even the burning heat of his most horny or passionate moments, there's a gentleness there katsuki can't deny. with his head hanging down above his braced forearm, all he can feel and hear is denji, blocked from sight by being behind him. he used to be embarrassed about sex, only letting his partner take him from behind, not wanting him to see the faces he made, but that inhibition vanished rather quickly as katsuki wrapped his arms around denji's shoulders and tangled his legs around his waist, eyes burning under the sight of his boyfriend's lust-glazed face above him. so many parts of him emblazoned in his memory, from the cut of his pelvic v pressing against the globes of his ass to the sensation of long thigh muscles rubbing at the backs of his own to the subtle shift of his foot nudging against the inside of his own as they brace together on the floor. they've come together so many times, so many ways, each of them with their own branded memory. from a first kiss to the time denji whispered intimate words in the middle of their tryst to the glow of sunset light spilling through the room's window and covering his boyfriend in liquid gold. times like those are when katsuki ends up looking over his shoulder if they're doing it from behind, just so he can see his lover and capture another shot of him in his mind.
so he finally lifts his head, red eyes hooded under the hanging shadows of his choppy bangs, and catches the reflection in the mirror. less of himself, but of denji above him, behind him, the way his hair swings slightly in a damp tangle of scruffy waves atop his brow. he does look a hot mess, lips hanging half open to show his sharp teeth, breath leaving his lungs in heavier exhales. katsuki sucks in a quick jet of air as strong hands grip his hips and suddenly haul backwards, pulling his ass flush against denji's waist and spreading the rest of his shaft inside him-] Fu-uck! [head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, mouth dropped in a half-choked shout of blissful completion and painful relief. it hurts so much at first, but that burning agony clashes with each meaty throb of denji's girth pulsing inside him, his blood and heartbeat thudding in his clenching grip. all he feels right now is denji and denji only. plugging in, his flesh melding with his own in an intimate connection that's just the two of them. if katsuki gives a shit about anyone hearing now, he isn't showing it. cracking his eyes open once more, finding denji's visage above his own in the mirror again. katsuki squeezes his hand on his boyfriend's hips, instinctively wanting to push him out yet doggedly curling his fingers almost to the curve of his ass to make sure he stays right where he fucking is.
until denji curls over at the waist and bends atop him, pressing his chest close to katsuki's back as the young hero arches up and shoves his shoulder blades and spine against the hunter's swelling pectorals. neither of them are breathing for a few seconds, leaving the bathroom in tense silence so thick, katsuki swears he can hear denji's pulse in his ears. before it all devolves into a cacophony of noise. gasping and grunting with each thrust, his teeth grit together whenever he has the muscle to do so, falling apart when he doesn't. denji's fucking him without pause, his concern at first melting away into the hard, sex-crazed pleasure he knows cores his boyfriend good and hard. fuck, even if he yells at him, it always turns into this hedonistic rush for both of them.]
S'cause... you're fucking big... Shit, Denji- [he's never going to get used to this feeling and never wants to, the sensation of denji's cock pistoning in and out of his ass. it feels amazing, blowing his mind each time once they really get going. the hero grips at the sink wall, fingers skidding and slipping against the tiles, other hand struggling to keep ahold of denji's droplet-glistening hips. his body squeezes hard around his boyfriend's dick, sucking him in and struggling to keep him there even as he pulls out for another thrust. fuck, right there- denji's heartbeat, throbbing in his shaft and beating in time all its own in his walls. it's one of the best parts of having sex. whether he feels it in his boyfriend's wrist, beneath his lips when he kisses his neck, against his chest as their pecs press together, or the throb of his cock buried inside his body. curses and moans punch out of his mouth with each motion, harder thrusts arching him up on the balls of his feet again as he tries his damnest not to climb right up on the fuck counter. denji pace evolves into something wild, earning a harsh yell as katsuki tosses his head to the side. he can take it, and better yet, denji can give it. each wet slap of his balls against the back of his own spatters his thighs with precum oozing out of his ring, keeping time with their thrusts in heady rhythm. sweat drips off his forehead and jaw, saliva leaking from one corner of his mouth to drip down his chin. harder, deeper, making him see white as his own dick slams hard against the solid washboard of his abs, mercifully not being crushed into the rim of the counter.
it's when denji frees one hand from his hip and plasters it to the wall with a resounding "thud" that katsuki rips his own hand from the same surface and frantically grabs onto his boyfriend's wrist. holding on, using that as an anchor to keep himself from getting driven chest first into the sink's bowl. denji all but mounts him from behind, chest shoving against his back and lips so close to his skin his breath scalds his flesh. fingers dig into the half-devil's wrist, holding on tightly despite katsuki's dangerous sweat leaking down his wrist and smearing along his skin. his ears flush hot red from the sound of his panting wind, he sounds so fucking lewd and amazing when he's in this state. katsuki chokes on a higher-pitched noise, embarrassing and lewd, as hips move to a new angle and denji's cock drives flush into his prostate. precum spurts into the air as katsuki's tunnel seizes around his boyfriend's shaft, almost cumming right there, but holding off in sheer stubborn want.]
Shu... shut up- ah! H-haa- GUH! [he doesn't want to look at him, he wants to look at denji, which is hard to do when he's getting fucked into the goddamn sink! but boyfriends have more privilege and demand, meaning katsuki's dragging his head up, ashen blonde spikes ruffling against denji's cheek and shoulder as he leans back to the boy pounced atop him. watching denji's flushed face as those sharp deep skim and caress over his neck, lips leaving sensitive trails as his bangs drag slick along his cheek. saliva drips down towards his collar from where denji's salivating on his skin and it's fucking hot. for all he katsuki bitches about cleaning up when they're done, getting messy in the heat of things is a massive guilty turn on. small marks, bruises, denji's leaving them, but there's something else... something about denji missing him in that husky voice that has katsuki's other hand abandoning his boyfriend's hip and reaches up behind him to shove fingers into that mop of sweat-damp shaggy hair. curling in to grip and grab, fingertips and blunt nails raking across his scalp as katsuki turns his head and finds his boyfriend's mouth to kiss him. spit and water drips down their cheeks, the kiss open-mouthed with tongues visible twining between their teeth in the clear air. making out with denji amid panting moans and hot gasps until they run out of breath and separate. denji missed him...] Bite me... Hard.