it doesn't matter, right? we're starting fresh here.
[ whatever happened in the shower is a start to what denji meant as exploring his curiosity. hmm. perhaps he didn't explain himself too well, huh? it's a little late to re-open that conversation, and he doesn't plan to do it unless bakugou asks for it. in the end, it's not like denji is plotting anything, he's the type to go with the flow. additionally, he's oddly comfortable around bakugou since their moment in the shower— in fact, it triggered something within himself. acceptance? yeah, acceptance that he might be attracted to guys, too.
it's a change he noticed himself around other men as well. he's not as anxious if someone leans in a bit too close. a casual touch on the shoulder didn't make him tense up as before; simple changes here and there. a positive experience can do so much to one person, especially to denji who had nothing but traumas his entire life.
sir, he ain't cleaning shit. accept him the way he is!! ]
a reward for flattering you successfully. you're not easy to impress, you know. i worked sooo hard. i deserve a reward when you get here.
what would happen if you were married, but got dragged here? your spouse wouldn't be here.
[random comment, but the whole "starting new" comment in regards to relationships kicks off a bit of curiosity. besides, denji's someone bakugou feels comfortable enough around to ask questions like that. weird boyish questions that don't have much to do with his usual badass attitude.
denji explained himself well enough to pave the way for their interactions together like that. now it's just a matter of clarifying and expanding on the exploration. just expect a blink and a "haa?" of surprise when kissing and touching escalate into something further. it's not like bakugou's ashamed of his body, nor is he unattracted to denji. still amuses him the guy was so adamant about "not gay" during their first date, and now they've had two... interesting times together.
then again, bakugou's finding out his attractions are also swinging towards guys. he never put much thought into it before, so this is an exploration alongside denji as well.
but if his relationship with denji can help the guy ease up around other guys, then he'll be glad for it. at least until the relationship solidifies. then some guy he doesn't approve of getting too close to denji or touching him in a way bakugou doesn't like is bound to get a defensive, possessive reaction.
CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM!! HE'S NOT SLEEPING ON A BAG OF CRISPS!!]
if i was married or dating someone, i wouldn't cheat on them.
[ denji knew there was a way to get out of the city, so— if he is romantically involved with someone back home and is committed to them, then no ... he wouldn't plan to persuade someone else. though, it's a difficult situation to imagine, considering he had no one and never had the experience to make a solid judgment. however, he still tries to offer the hero some honesty.
well, he still doesn't think he's gay. women are attractive to him, so he must be one of those people who swing both ways. then again, he's not enticed by any other guy besides bakugou. it's a bit confusing to denji— since he still feels straight with a touch of interest on the side solely focused on one guy. here! a brand new sexuality.
the bag of crisps is on the floor, sir. the bed is clean and welcoming ♥ ]
i'll pick. i'll decide when i see you.
[ he's done with pampering the birthday boy and now its back to denji demanding things again. ]
[bakugo didn't have anyone back home, so he likewise wasn't in that situation. but say someone like endeavor got dragged here. the man's married, but finds himself in a different dimension that technically has no bearing on his life back home. if his wife wasn't here, and he has no way of knowing if she ever would be...
it's not like being in another nation, where you know your spouse is still there on the other side of the world, waiting for you to come home, able to talk to you on the phone or video screen "whenever" you want to. what would that be like? especially if, as two of bakugou's friends have proved already, their lives back home are unaware of their other selves here. his mother has no idea her "other son" is fighting kaiju in another realm. she'll never know.
just something to think about as he makes his way to denji's door. it'd be a lie to say he hasn't thought recently about denji's interest in women compared to what he and the half-devil have going on. if they do end up in a more committed relationship, then what? the idea's honestly... not scary, but he has no experience in dating or relationships like that. romance was never part of his life in any positive sense (cause gross, mushy stuff). he wants to be a good experience for denji, the best, someone the other boy can relax with, knowing he's safe from betrayal, abuse, manipulation, abandonment, or anything else denji's experienced at the hands of others before.
okay at least the bed's clean, but guess what you're doing tomorrow. with help. that's right. cleaning the fucking room. a great idea for the weekend. consider it a team-up mission.]
open up.
[THUD! not bothering to knock. just straight up kicks the door.]
[ he had no idea what was going on through bakugou's mind, yet he had a feeling something was up. sorta. this might be the first time denji sensed the series of questions was following a certain pattern, starting from the living situation with aki to ... loyalty. then again, he did bring it up to begin with, insisting that they both should start fresh, and— it just hit him that was an interesting thing to say.
start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]
[honestly it's a musing question that came up because of what denji brought up, but doesn't have much bearing on either of them. neither had a special someone left behind at home, and while both of them had attraction and/or crushes on people here, each other included, there were no claims either.
bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]
[ look who is overthinking on matters no one can control? tsk tsk. it was bakugou's advice to focus on the present and that's what he should be doing. not that denji would taunt him for it since he does understand how easy it is to spiral into endless thoughts, and how fucking exhausting it can be when you can't stop. if lending an ear would help bakugou find some closure, denji wouldn't mind hearing his partner out for as long as he wants. it's not their first time discussing random topics since they tend to spend long hours together, usually stuck in the car patrolling. this conversation won't be any different.
there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[he doesn't need an ear lent. he's got a mouth on his own and denji's warm right nearby and anything and anyone else in bakugou's mind goes out the proverbial window. those thoughts can fuck off; there's someone far better here with him. they can have those kinds of stupid conversations while they're sitting in the patrol car, waiting for some dumbass to try to break the law, or driving to the next location. bakugou might be the more focused of the two while they're working, but it's nice to have denji with him during the longer, quiet times. he'd be thinking too much by himself if he weren't. it's more entertaining to have some dumb conversation, at least until his patience for it snapped.
didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
[ well, if bakugou thinks hugging in public is embarrassing then he is up for a horrifying surprise in the future. the hero better get used to it fast, no time to waste here as the gate is wide open. for now, he learned when annoyance is genuine or not. so long as he doesn't receive a firm rejection, denji will follow the temptations of sneaking a hug or a kiss here and there; when the mood begs for it— which might be during a mission, arresting someone, during a boring meeting, or whatever. hey, he can't control when the vibes hit. speaking of annoyance-
-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
[look, even his own parents can't hug him in public without bakugou hissing and arching away like an angry cat. though if denji's gonna be scooping him up like that... well, it'll take a few failed instances of getting away before the blonde ends up grumblingly-accepting that's his lot in life now. at least denji's gonna get away with it with his head intact, which can't be said for a lot of people. though there are instances where a public hug comes from bakugou. usually via something really serious... but maybe he'll grow into denji sneaking in those little pda's, growl about it but not actually do anything to stop it.
totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
[ and it's denji's turn to give the hero a puzzled stare. is it not obvious why? was the implication just bounced off bakugou's head and he's sincerely asking why he's fond of candles now? it's one of those situations in which the half-devil finds himself so dumbfounded to the point he has no words. silence staring, and slow blink— and then he shrugged. ]
I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
[he didn't grow up watching hallmark movies, denji. or looking at romantic things. hell, his parents talked "romantic date" at any point and bakugou was out of the room grumbling about "gross mushy crap" along the way. never wanted to be involved with trading candies, giving flowers, writing poems, lighting candles, setting the mood for amorous moments. really, denji's ironically the more experienced in this than bakugou; the half-devil's gone on dates before.]
Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
[ fine, he will light so many candles bakugou will think he's walking into a devil summoning ritual. let's see if that will trigger a tiny bone of romance in your body, hero! jokes aside, denji will get over it. he's not the type to be discouraged that easy; it's a learning experience for him and bakugou is worth the effort to try new things, hit or miss, then try again. it's been a long day, a good one, and if they end up passing out after a few pages into the story, that's completely acceptable. that's how their first night together will go, until he watched bakugou throw away his precious comic book and before he could say anything- he was being pushed to his back with the other boy hovering over him a bit. oh, hm ...
confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
[he will put MOST of them out with a fucking well-placed explosion for being a damn fire hazard. though it'll probably get the idea across at least. are you the kind to put rose petals all over your satin sheets, denji? once they get closer, bakugo will find more tolerance of denji's attempts to try new things, though his opinions and judgements of said new things aren't gonna get any less blunt. "it's stupid" will be the decision, though that's not a demand to never do it again. because the results will be the same. "it's stupid" murmured against denji's lips or as bakugo looks up at him from his back on the... bed or floor or whatever. the comic's not discarded callously. this boy is a collector and he's not about to chuck someone's precious book on the floor. it's safe on the bed, resting to the side now, with bakugo aware of its presence so as not to bend or crush it with the sudden position change. he's conscientious (nerd) like that.
but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
I don't know anything about flirting aside from what I've seen in the movies ...
[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
At least you're not spitting out stupid one liners.
[no shit pickup lines or weird attempts at flirting too hard. as for denji + successful dating attempts? how the fuck should he know? girls trying to kill him during dates doesn't exactly mean the rest of the dating experience was horrible, right? could've had a fine experience and then had it ruined at the end. compared to bakugou's never having had a date in his live, until here at least, with denji, it's a moot point. and yet, he wasn't lying when he made a vow to himself to be the best experience the other boy ever had with someone else. there's no treachery, no abuse, no mean-spirited mockery or expected work. bakugou refuses to go down as another failed attempt at relationship in denji's life. whether that relationship was merely friendship, moved to friends with benefits, or even something more. he's not going to lose to some fucked-up bitches in the other boy's memories. hell, if possible, he's going to be so damn good, it'll wipe those dumbasses out of denji's memories into "yeah they sucked, but now" territory that doesn't even fucking sting.
though, that's kind of reckless and bakugou may be diving into this headfirst without his usual thoughtfulness and cankerous wary nature. though... really? he's been with denji for a while now, two or three dates under their belt, plenty of experiences both good and bad, and none of those have done shit to push him away or even flick a red flag warning up to make him leave. he already told denji he would never do something he didn't want to do, no matter how forceful it was shoved on him. which means... denji's something, someone, he wants to be with.
even if he's got his hand on his ass and is starting to squeeze it without fucking thinking. distracting, but not enough to prevent bakugou from saying that single-word shot to the heart. maybe he should've given more, maybe denji was looking for "mountain climbing, kicking ass, spicy foods, winning, heroes" and other listings of bakugou's likes.
instead, he got that. you. denji.
there's probably a shit ton in there to unpack, for both of them, and bakugou's horrible when it comes to unpacking anything vocally to other people about himself. unloading rawr on other people? much easier. but this? he doesn't regret what he said, but his mind's already bracing for any future questions that are gonna hit up with his usual awkward wall when it comes to feelings. he likes denji. he likes denji? ... yeah, he does like him. how far does "like" go here? uh... it's not like bakugou's fucking lying on other people all the damn time! or sleeping over in their rooms! or trading spit and tangling tongues naked in the shower with hands going all over the damn place. but... no regret. he likes him. yeah, he does. bakugou might be bad with emotions, but he's not a fucking liar.
maybe one day, they'll talk about denji's life. they'll venture into the trauma of his mind. bakugou will weather the pain and misery and longing that exist in a world he could never possibly know, an orphan abused and ripped apart by a world that seems to have it out for him personally with no exception. and he'll stand there by him when it happens. refusing to move or go anywhere no matter how gross or hard it gets. bakugou died once before. what's the world, any world, going to do worse than that? denji included. if he gets to live here and pull this boy close, hold him and tell him he means something, that's he's fucking valued by at least one person without a single shred of doubt in that promise... fuck yeah, he's gonna do it without question. feelings are a bitch, but they're strong.
denji says kiss him and he doesn't have the chance to do so before denji's kissing him. bakugou grunts at the sudden grip and tug, but quickly presses into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing and a low growl rumbling in his lips as he presses his mouth against the other boy's.]
[ it's not being in a relationship that's so overwhelming, and it's not that it happens to be a guy or anything like that. that part is already— resolved for denji just recently, whether he expressed it to his partner or not. it's not the issue if he likes bakugou, no, it's the fear of it. denji felt at ease while hiding behind the idea of them being nothing more than fuck buddies, exploring each other and enjoying the curiosity-driven by being a couple of teens. they would date, hook up, and have fun until the day comes when bakugou is done goofing off and commits to a real relationship with someone else. after all, why would someone like him— would ever want to have something legitimate with damaged goods?
denji was fine with it. it's why he was forward from day one and told him he didn't mind if bakugou fantasized about other people; he was forward and while it might come off as him being a shallow asshole it was more of denji's low self-worth poking its ugly head. he was fine. it's fine. he'd cope — it kept the hero from getting too close, and it offered the half-devil an illusion that bakugou is safe because he's not involved with him in a way that would make him a target. the control devil wouldn't care over a fuck buddy under the blankets, but ... genuine feelings? all curled up in chainsaw man's heart? now that's a different story. it's a weakness- and devils loved feasting on vulnerability. denji wouldn't be as nervous if makima wasn't here, and no one could blame him.
yet, despite all those grim thoughts, they were easy to mute and push aside as they kissed each other. bakugou is the only one here who has that power over him in this city; to tame the cruel whispers and make him believe that everything is alright when they're together. did the hero know what that means to someone like denji? someone who is in a constant fight or flight mentality, trying to survive, guard up 24/7, fucking scared and tired of feeling this way. did the hero understand how precious it is to catch a breather? how did he become denji's sanctuary whether they both intended it to happen or not? denji didn't even know where to begin to express that to him; no words on this earth could depict how important this boy is to him. it's just stupid he didn't figure it out sooner. just tonight, a few seconds ago ... and it's intense.
unlike their greeting earlier, this one was heavy with passion, eagerness, and fervor. denji didn't waste time and pressed his tongue inside the other's mouth, still trying his best to be careful with his teeth but no promises. his body is already too warm and a lot more sensitive, very aware of the boy on top of him and denji decides he wants more. more of bakugou. he relaxed his grip on the other's shirt, content that he wouldn't break off their kiss anytime soon, he then started to trace his fingers down bakugou's chest. it seemed like denji was planning to grab into his hips again, only to have a change of heart as he remembered something important. bakugou was certainly blessed with certain perks. of course he had to appreciate those pecs, going as far as slipping both hands under his shirt for a proper skin-to-skin. with his eyes closed, denji can only go by memory, thinking of their time in the shower and of how sinfully enticing they were, so full and perky, and- he goes for a squeeze, gently brushing his thumb over a nipple.
shameless, denji muffled a low groan. the words slip between his heavy breaths, unbothered to stop kissing him as he whispers. ]
... I like you, too.
[ and no, it wasn't the words of a horny idiot who wanted to say whatever to get the other in the mood; it was genuine. denji meant it even when he's too drunk with bakugou's attention on him, it still wouldn't overshadow the truth. all he needed was to hush those fears down and focus. he likes him. he does, and with it comes a few concerns. denji knows he has to deal with it instead of hiding behind a fantasy. however, it's only fair bakugou hear him say it. the rest? they will have to work on it.
gently, he pulled away and tossed his head back on the pillow. denji glanced upward with his lips slightly apart, panting a bit, and lashes low over his hazy eyes. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you right now.
[the fear of it. bakugou was never scared of a relationship. only annoyed by the prospect of it getting in the way of his path towards becoming the greatest hero. distracting from his studies and work, adding another burden he didn't need to focus on. you don't hear a lot about heroes with significant others or spouses or even families. often that's just not remarked on or kept secret for obvious reasons. because there are dangers to caring about someone. heroes face those dangers all the time. allies, friends, lovers, families, every single one of them would become a weakness to any villain low enough to exploit that.
bakugou's seen it in his own life. sludge villain captured him and so many heroes held back out of fear of hurting the kid inside the monster. ending captured endeavor's son and held him hostage, threatening to kill natsuo if endeavor didn't end the villain's life himself, which only made the number 2 pro hero freeze up in despair. kota's hero parents died in a villain attack, leaving their son orphaned and intensely jaded against heroes. he knew he'd have a hard time fighting if someone he cared about was being used as a shield or bargaining piece. relationships are always a chink in the armor.
feelings. hearts. morals. shit villains can so easily throw away. it's what makes the life of a villain so easy. they don't have to abide by the rules. they can do whatever they want and only force can stop them. bakugou doesn't know denji's nightmare is here. he doesn't know what the other boy is risking by getting involved with him. but he does know the sickening realization that he is someone's weakness. when he was kidnapped, midoriya almost broke down because of it. anyone who knew them would know that bakugou/dynamight was a good way to get to midoriya/deku. acknowledging the fact that he's his own best friend's weakness is a bitter pill for his pride to swallow.
but he swallowed it. washed it down with the acceptances that he's strong. and it's his job, on top of being a hero, to protect the people he has a relationship with, by being strong enough to make sure none of them ever get hurt because of him. he can't be weak enough to be kidnapped, can't be weak enough to be hurt, can't be weak enough to be a burden. accepting the relationship, whether it's friendship, partnership, lover, even family, makes a vow on his part to be a safe relationship. an investment that won't be regrettable for anyone who reaches out for him.
all of that went into the thoughts and feelings that culminated in this moment. when he said "I like you" to denji. he's not saying it because it's just a good time. he's saying it because he accepts the risks, because he accepts denji. broken goods, devil hunter, "not gay", half-devil, chainsaw man altogether. they can talk the specifics later, when they're not kissing each other on the bed, when those thoughts melt into other heat and something more intense pushes down the worries and realities of getting involved with another person. no, bakugou doesn't know just how much it means to someone like denji to say the things he has and do the things he's done. but he can learn about it in time, slowly and surely, as they grow closer together and this takes off even further. denji doesn't have to fight or fly around him. he can stay here beside him, safe and comfortable, and learn something completely new. they can mess with... the mess, later.
bakugou grunts at the feeling of denji's tongue pushing into his mouth again. that weird sensation of someone else moving around inside his jaws like that... but he runs his tongue over the other boy's without hesitating, licking up the glassy smooth underside before tangling around the top. he deliberately runs it over denji's teeth, tracing the sharp edges to let the boy know it's fine. don't treat him like glass. these sharp things are also parts of the half-devil he likes. hands push under his shirt and bakugou's breath catches in his throat as strong fingers spread over his pectorals. the well-formed muscles harden beneath his grip, flexing against his palms and digits. some day he's gonna murder him for that kind of thought process... pecs, not tits you damn bastard. but he's distracted as fuck right now, arching a bit into the groping feel. skin to skin, igniting even more want and need to a surging rush. goddamn he's hot right now. there's no water running over them this time. it's just them... a thumb on his nipple. a tongue in his mouth. denji under him.
bakugou swallows that groan, a rumble of his own sounding n his chest as he breaks the kiss just long enough to let the other boy talk against his lips. hearing those words... hits pretty damn deep too. he'll have time later to sit there and go "what the fuck" upon realizing this is actually happening. but right now, they only take that fire inside and roar it up into something all consuming. fucking amazing to know that sentiment's returned. they can work on the rest, the concerns, the shields, the extras, some other time. one step. they don't need to do it all right now.
the kiss breaks and bakugou lifts his head slightly, still hovering over denji as the other boy palms his chest and he looks down at the guy dropping his head on the pillow like that. tch... he really is a handsome guy. darkened eyes, blown pupils, half-open lips, panting breaths ghosting through his mouth, lashes lowered, the faintest flush from being all kissed the fuck out. guess that's a good cap to the first-time confession right?
because i want to fuck you right now
...
eh? seriously? he just said that, as if that's somehow supposed to get "okay" accepted without saying shit?! bakugou stares down at him with a few flickers of emotion across his face. surprise, confusion, wary, curiosity, arousal, the lot. what the fuck is he supposed to do with that?!]
[ in the celebration of being oh-so overwhelmed with every possible human emotion, denji decided to yell 'fuck it' in the back of his head and be honest. truth is, he wanted to fuck that boy since he opened up to him during their second date. in an ideal world, after his ill-prepared confession that night they would've shoved their tongues inside each other's mouths and celebrated their youth. yeah, that's what he was thinking, and denji will not be ashamed of it! listen, at the end of the day, he will always respect bakugou's wishes and boundaries, and he did make an effort to persuade him in a less perverted manner because denji knew he was worth the wait. happy to take it slow, and be respectful, but that didn't mean his ideology had been cleansed with holy water.
it didn't mean when they were out on a casual date denji wasn't fantasizing about what it's like to be intimate with the boy in front of him, even while sharing a meal and talking about mundane things he still couldn't help but entertain those thoughts in the privacy of his mind. he questioned himself if it was something he truly felt ready to explore with another guy or if he was using the hero as an excuse to escape the dreads of his old life. it's no secret denji wasn't looking for anything serious once he came to this city and they had this conversation before anything had started between them, so part of him wanted to see if there was a change of heart from within. he thought about it a lot, more than he should be; borderline obsessing. denji wanted to be sure that he understood the contrast between yearning for cheap thrills and bakugou being someone important enough to explore with. out of respect, the half-devil had to be certain he was not selfishly approaching this. he's not proud to admit it, even to himself, but this was - a bit of a struggle to resolve. why? because denji isn't someone who had the best physical/intimate/sexual background to allow him to navigate something as complicated. on top of that, he spent most of his teen life narrowing his line of vision to the basic meaning of 'sex' and linked it to 'pleasure', focusing on the act and not on the significance of sharing it with the right person. again, it all circles back to him believing that he isn't worth anything else.
at days he was convinced he didn't want anything more from earthly pleasures; just mindless sex, quick and dirty. then on the other, he found himself wondering what it would be like if someone actually wanted him. really, truly, sincerely cared for him. what's it like to be in that mindset and be reassured that person won't ever hurt you? god, that would be a dream. it seemed like something isn't created for the scum like him— until bakugou confessed and that dream seemed a lot more vivid and more reachable.
and, fuck, he's so glad no one has taken that away from him, and his 'first' is destined to be with someone he cared for and has returned the sentiment.
'let's do it'. - wait, seriously? ]
... Huh?
[ he sits up a bit, shifting the weight of his upper body on each elbow to keep himself supported, staring at the other boy almost skeptical on whether he heard him right. he opens his mouth, only to end up staring again and realizing— bakugou is serious. this is happening. denji glanced to the side, pondering, then back to his partner. nervous? oh yes. it was a new type of unease though, one that denji is ... enjoying. this might be the first time there is a rare glimmer of life behind those fatigued eyes, and here comes a smile that isn't as vulgar as it should be considering the situation. no, denji looked -
- happy.
slowly, he moves again, straightening his back so he can pull bakugou to settle onto his lap more; they're now on eye level, and from this closer perspective, denji searched for any hint of doubt. anything. when he finds none, he reaches down to grab into those hips, making sure not to lose any touch of friction between them as he pushes his weight on the other, forcing bakugou to fall back on the other edge of the bed. as he stares him down, denji had to admit— he likes this view better. much, much better. the flush paints his cheeks again, his smile losing its innocence and he's back to being himself again as his gaze traces all over bakugou's body.
he starts to explore the other with a proper feel now, down the curve of his hips, and with a puff of reluctance, denji then begins to brush his fingers along bakugou's inner thighs, gently prodding him to relax and spread his legs just a bit as he speaks- ]
[bakugou would never want to dunk denji in a tank of holy water. he's not looking for a pure, angelic version of the other boy. not even looking for clean and most-law-abiding hero (though he would appreciate if denji did a little more heroic mindset things, something to work on later, since the guy's definitely improving). what he wants is for denji to be happy. to feel safe and secure, without the ever-present target on his back and the ominous sensation this will all come crashing down around him. bakugou appreciates the fact denji let him take his time, didn't push him into something he wasn't ready for, an appreciation he returned by likewise waiting for denji to feel comfortable with moving forward or breaching topics, even if some of those got him snapped at...
contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]
[ of course bakugou would start yelling at him during this romantic journey, and of course denji would meet that fire with a casual, smitten curve of his lips. who knew that little bark would calm down the nerves that might make him question every step moving forward, like a switch that turned and he was instantly comforted that it's all good now. the consent is signed and sealed. what's left is for them to— explore.
he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]
[was there ever any doubt? going quiet when something like this is happening would be impossible, despite the flustered heat growing on his face. embarrassment, arousal, a desire not to look like he's fucking nervous or embarrassed in the first place. does he know what he's doing? on a factual level, yes. but staring reality in the face, actually doing it? like hell he does! at least denji looks less worried. did he think bakugou wouldn't agree?
probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]
[ hey, bakugou is more than welcome to take the lead and get on top, denji is in a mood that falls under 'everything is acceptable so long as we both enjoy it!', and if that involves him getting on his knees and sucking dick— he'd do it for his beloved hero anytime (no, seriously. anytime ♥). it's not a matter of ego and who dominates who, it's more of who's more consumed by eagerness, lust, and hunger and denji might be taking the lead on this one. there is a normal amount of horny and then there is denji who just had a taste of something he's been craving and he couldn't stop.
the hair tugging was probably too fucking erotic for reasons he couldn't explain and he loved it when bakugou started gripping him this way. the tone of his voice when he spoke and the weight of his strong arms around him as they kissed made it really really hard to take this slow. the explanation earned the hero a faint chuckle, not surprised by the sassy clapback, to further annoy him — the half-devil leans back to nod, face terribly flustered and drunk with desire, yet he had the energy to mock his lover. ]
My dick in your ass. Got it ...
[ the window of taking the lead is shrinking, bakugou. either speak now or forever hold your peace because whatever garbage denji told himself about going slow is being pushed aside, all gone — especially when bakugou started moving his hands over his hot skin. denji shuddered a bit at the foreign sensation of someone feeling him up this way, the reassurance of being desired by someone else, and he wanted more of it. the physical consolation speaks far louder than any confession could and denji was struggling to keep his cool now. he didn't want to pull away, not even for a second, but the shirt was annoying him as well. with a grunt, he lifts his head and assists bakugou in disregarding his top, hands fumbling to free himself from it. it was anything but graceful, they probably yanked on the fabric too hard it messed up denji's hair and left behind untamed curls all over his forehead and eyes; the golden hue of his hair and reddish cheeks had its charm. ah, much better, it was getting a bit too warm. another kiss follows, this time it's more heated, messy and a mad mix of lips, tongue, and teeth, and to no one's surprise — the strong taste of blood is evident after a few seconds. it wasn't a traumatic wound, but it had enough sting to remind denji to be more mindful, an area that requires more practice from his side. except he didn't really care to 'fix' it; it's something the hero can handle, losing a few droplets here and there, adding more spice to his love bites. it is safe to admit that he - tastes good. bakugou's blood always tasted so rich and wasn't as acidic; light on his tastebuds and in a fucked up way made their kisses more intimate. more personal. denji flexed his jaw, parting his lips while running his tongue over the other's lower lip, breath warm and heavy as he openly relished the fresh drops of crimson. delicious. ]
Fuck ...
[ he tilts his head lower, catching bakugou's earlobe between his teeth, careful not to pierce the skin this time. with a heavy moan, he pushed his hand under the hem of the other boy's pants, once again failing to waste time stripping the other off and going for it with annoying obstacles on the way. this is one time he was thankful for the hero's love for baggy wear that tends to hang low over his waistline, with all the shifting around- it wasn't a struggle to slip in and push through his boxers as well. denji couldn't help but grin, leaning down to smother a few wet kisses along the other's neck, heart beating faster as he curled his fingers around bakugou's arousal. it started with a tentative feel, sizing him up, gently tracing his thumb over the tip, and smearing his slick all over his length. until denji flexed his wrist at the right arch and began stroking him, quick to pick up a rhythm; not too fast and not too slow. just right. is it weird that denji felt like he was doing this for himself more than the other? why did this feel just as good as pleasing himself?
he didn't notice he was already marking bakugou's throat, sucking and nibbling on the hot skin, leaving behind a few fresh bruises with every 'kiss'. it took a lot from him to fight intrusive thoughts and sink his teeth deeper — what the fuck was that?! something to think about later when it's all over but katsuki is truly messing with him in all the right spots. he knew what he wanted to do next, and he wanted it now, he wanted it yesterday, he wanted it the second he started looking at his partner differently.
he finally gives the skin around his neck a break, shifting a bit so he can press their foreheads together; lashes low and already out of breath. he then raised his other hand, gently brushing the tip of his index and middle finger over bakugou's lips, prodding ... could it be? is he asking for .... ]
... Sorry. I don't have any lube.
[ unless you want him to go in dry. open up, hero. ]
[if he did, he has a distinct feeling getting on top of denji would equate to riding him... tch, something he'll deal with later. he's already made the decision, even if he knows the other boy would be willing to try it. would he try getting fucked? two months ago, denji was hard straight as far as bakugou knew, and now he's grinding against him and pulling his clothes off. or would he just use his mouth? ... fuck, now the blonde's wondering about his own damn mouth. denji's unfortunately fallen for someone who's competitive in everything, even if it's pretty shallow at times. including how breathless he can leave the other boy if he's really gonna shove his dick up his ass.
like a laser, his brain locks onto the eager way denji responds to the hand in his hair. voice thickening, hands clenching, body hardening. bakugou refuses to pull it (yet) but he does push his hand through denji's hair more deliberately, not having a path and simply running it from front to back, dragging to the side, caressing in a circular rush because he can't fucking think straight right now when denji making out with him like this. that damn, subtle laugh earns a soft grown from the young hero and he glares up at the half-devil when denji leans back to acknowledge that. he'd be tempted to kick him if the guy weren't so completely flushed red with arousal and pupil-blown with desire.]
Get back down here.
[the window's passed and he doesn't regret it. he'll bitch later, because he does, but letting denji take control is okay. they can wrestle about things later. maybe sooner than they think. fast or slow, so long as it's with denji, it'll be fine. bakugou's not made of glass, even if his nerves are shooting up from the reality of this situation. so he grapples for him, touching his skin and feeling up denji's body without shame or hesitation. a shudder ripples through and he chases it, running from the base of the other boy's spine up to the nape of his neck, from the top of his chest down to the v of his pelvis. desire... yeah. attraction... of course. it's even better when that damn shirt gets hauled overhead and out of the way. bakugou's eyes burn with interest, watching denji's arms flex as he sheds the material off his head and down his arms, muscles flexing in his shoulders and limbs, hair bouncing a bit when the collar scuffs off, leaving him shirtless and flushed, impressive lines visible as neither of them give a shit about where the shirt lands. bakugou spreads his fingers over denji's chest, palms settling on his pectorals as his thumbs brush along the inside of his sternum. why's he look even better this way? hair tousled, cheeks pink, lips a little wet from kissing...
his elbows hit the bed as denji swarms him again, but bakugou refuses to give up the manhandling of his boy's chest, forcing the half-devil to arch a bit to reach his mouth. he lifts his head from the pillow to assist at least, mouth making an eager mess of denji's. there's blood pretty soon, but the sting's on the other side, leaving bakugou to realize the other boy cut his tongue, or lip, or whatever, on his teeth. so damn eager. the coppery taste lingers in the mellow o denji's saliva as they swap it between their mouths, tongue pressing inside and curving along his palate before dragging over rows of teeth. tch- there's a nick. he's not surprised he's leaking a drop or three of his own blood into denji's mouth. guess there's always going to be some crimson when you're making out with denji. he opens his mouth as their jaws part, letting the half-devil lick his lip, panting softly between them.]
Haa... ngh... [he can't stop a little sound of annoyance as those sharp teeth catch his earlobe, sending shivers rippling across his skin and making his shoulder hike up on instinct. that's fucking sensitive, dammit! it makes the shell flush red almost immediately. bakugou tightens his hand on denji's bare shoulder when his friend shoves his hand down his pants. shit-! he's really-! the hem scrapes down his thighs and he snarls in a heavy voice as he tugs one knee up, helping denji shuck the lounge wear down his shin and off his foot one at a time. leaving just the tight cling of his boxer briefs, which are summarily invaded as well. bakugou jolts, head dropping back on the bed and elbows sliding out to let denji collapse atop him as warm fingers wrap around his throbbing cock. fuck- denji's really grabbing his dick! it's not like in the showers, fast and scrambling, half-aware and hazy. it's deliberate. he rakes his hand through the other blonde's hair again as kisses race across his exposed throat, cussing into the air as he clenches his eyes shut. his shaft throbs in denji's hand, because of denji's hand, heart slamming in his chest while the half-devil feels him up. thick, soft skin, well-proportioned, thumb on the tip that's soft and spongy and now leaking with precum.
the first stroke has bakugou slinging a hand over denji's back and grabbing at his shoulder blade, other hand deliberately shoving down to angrily grapple for his new boyfriend's pants hem. why the hell should this guy have all the damn fun? if denji's gonna jerk him off, then bakugou deserves the same right! though his trawling hands aren't as stable as they could've been, staggering over denji's warm skin and caressing feels as sensations rush. his throat's gonna be fucking wrecked tomorrow... you ever wear a damn turtleneck in spring, asshole?!
finally denji breaks from mauling his throat like a beast and their foreheads bump together right as katsuki gets his hand on the hem of the other boy's boxers. he curls his fingers in the light material, as if debating on ripping them off. but that's a parting distraction when he opens his eyes, looking up at denji's golden gaze all heady with lust and attraction. fingers slide against his lips and he knows exactly what the half-devil is asking for. while it kind of is tempting to do it dry... he's not a fucking idiot. katsuki flick his tongue out, brushing at the tip of those two fingers. then grips them between his teeth.] It's fine...
[he'd rather it be just denji anyways. completely raw. with that, he leans forward and pulls the other boy's fingers into his mouth at the same time as he pushes his hand down, shoving denji's boxers halfway down his thighs in a stubborn demand to strip them off. had enough of their bothering interference. if he's getting naked, then denji's getting naked too.]
[ it's those small details denji started to learn about himself along the way that kept him on the edge. the overwhelming discovery of how touch-deprived he really is to get all weak in the knees as bakugou's callous hands brushed all over the curve of his back, shoulders, chest, and neck. all that is enough to rid himself of that numbness that crippled him for so long. it somehow made their newfound closeness more real, even with the vigor of their kiss and denji working his hand along the other's arousal — this might be the sensation that made the half-devil get so intoxicated with lust. yes, touch him again. more. dig those nails harder into his skin, aim for his chest, yank that damn cord, let it rain in red ... make him feel this way over and over again. alive and breathing.
there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]
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[ whatever happened in the shower is a start to what denji meant as exploring his curiosity. hmm. perhaps he didn't explain himself too well, huh? it's a little late to re-open that conversation, and he doesn't plan to do it unless bakugou asks for it. in the end, it's not like denji is plotting anything, he's the type to go with the flow. additionally, he's oddly comfortable around bakugou since their moment in the shower— in fact, it triggered something within himself. acceptance? yeah, acceptance that he might be attracted to guys, too.
it's a change he noticed himself around other men as well. he's not as anxious if someone leans in a bit too close. a casual touch on the shoulder didn't make him tense up as before; simple changes here and there. a positive experience can do so much to one person, especially to denji who had nothing but traumas his entire life.
sir, he ain't cleaning shit. accept him the way he is!! ]
a reward for flattering you successfully. you're not easy to impress, you know. i worked sooo hard. i deserve a reward when you get here.
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[ ... ]
what would happen if you were married, but got dragged here? your spouse wouldn't be here.
[random comment, but the whole "starting new" comment in regards to relationships kicks off a bit of curiosity. besides, denji's someone bakugou feels comfortable enough around to ask questions like that. weird boyish questions that don't have much to do with his usual badass attitude.
denji explained himself well enough to pave the way for their interactions together like that. now it's just a matter of clarifying and expanding on the exploration. just expect a blink and a "haa?" of surprise when kissing and touching escalate into something further. it's not like bakugou's ashamed of his body, nor is he unattracted to denji. still amuses him the guy was so adamant about "not gay" during their first date, and now they've had two... interesting times together.
then again, bakugou's finding out his attractions are also swinging towards guys. he never put much thought into it before, so this is an exploration alongside denji as well.
but if his relationship with denji can help the guy ease up around other guys, then he'll be glad for it. at least until the relationship solidifies. then some guy he doesn't approve of getting too close to denji or touching him in a way bakugou doesn't like is bound to get a defensive, possessive reaction.
CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM!! HE'S NOT SLEEPING ON A BAG OF CRISPS!!]
got a reward in mind, or do i get to pick?
[that may or may not be a threat. heh heh.]
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[ denji knew there was a way to get out of the city, so— if he is romantically involved with someone back home and is committed to them, then no ... he wouldn't plan to persuade someone else. though, it's a difficult situation to imagine, considering he had no one and never had the experience to make a solid judgment. however, he still tries to offer the hero some honesty.
well, he still doesn't think he's gay. women are attractive to him, so he must be one of those people who swing both ways. then again, he's not enticed by any other guy besides bakugou. it's a bit confusing to denji— since he still feels straight with a touch of interest on the side solely focused on one guy. here! a brand new sexuality.
the bag of crisps is on the floor, sir. the bed is clean and welcoming ♥ ]
i'll pick.
i'll decide when i see you.
[ he's done with pampering the birthday boy and now its back to denji demanding things again. ]
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[bakugo didn't have anyone back home, so he likewise wasn't in that situation. but say someone like endeavor got dragged here. the man's married, but finds himself in a different dimension that technically has no bearing on his life back home. if his wife wasn't here, and he has no way of knowing if she ever would be...
it's not like being in another nation, where you know your spouse is still there on the other side of the world, waiting for you to come home, able to talk to you on the phone or video screen "whenever" you want to. what would that be like? especially if, as two of bakugou's friends have proved already, their lives back home are unaware of their other selves here. his mother has no idea her "other son" is fighting kaiju in another realm. she'll never know.
just something to think about as he makes his way to denji's door. it'd be a lie to say he hasn't thought recently about denji's interest in women compared to what he and the half-devil have going on. if they do end up in a more committed relationship, then what? the idea's honestly... not scary, but he has no experience in dating or relationships like that. romance was never part of his life in any positive sense (cause gross, mushy stuff). he wants to be a good experience for denji, the best, someone the other boy can relax with, knowing he's safe from betrayal, abuse, manipulation, abandonment, or anything else denji's experienced at the hands of others before.
okay at least the bed's clean, but guess what you're doing tomorrow. with help. that's right. cleaning the fucking room. a great idea for the weekend. consider it a team-up mission.]
open up.
[THUD! not bothering to knock. just straight up kicks the door.]
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start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]
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bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]
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there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[ to read comics? denji please. ]
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didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
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-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
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totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
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I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
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Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
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confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
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but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
that's a good question.]
You.
[right in the jugular.]
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[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
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[no shit pickup lines or weird attempts at flirting too hard. as for denji + successful dating attempts? how the fuck should he know? girls trying to kill him during dates doesn't exactly mean the rest of the dating experience was horrible, right? could've had a fine experience and then had it ruined at the end. compared to bakugou's never having had a date in his live, until here at least, with denji, it's a moot point. and yet, he wasn't lying when he made a vow to himself to be the best experience the other boy ever had with someone else. there's no treachery, no abuse, no mean-spirited mockery or expected work. bakugou refuses to go down as another failed attempt at relationship in denji's life. whether that relationship was merely friendship, moved to friends with benefits, or even something more. he's not going to lose to some fucked-up bitches in the other boy's memories. hell, if possible, he's going to be so damn good, it'll wipe those dumbasses out of denji's memories into "yeah they sucked, but now" territory that doesn't even fucking sting.
though, that's kind of reckless and bakugou may be diving into this headfirst without his usual thoughtfulness and cankerous wary nature. though... really? he's been with denji for a while now, two or three dates under their belt, plenty of experiences both good and bad, and none of those have done shit to push him away or even flick a red flag warning up to make him leave. he already told denji he would never do something he didn't want to do, no matter how forceful it was shoved on him. which means... denji's something, someone, he wants to be with.
even if he's got his hand on his ass and is starting to squeeze it without fucking thinking. distracting, but not enough to prevent bakugou from saying that single-word shot to the heart. maybe he should've given more, maybe denji was looking for "mountain climbing, kicking ass, spicy foods, winning, heroes" and other listings of bakugou's likes.
instead, he got that. you. denji.
there's probably a shit ton in there to unpack, for both of them, and bakugou's horrible when it comes to unpacking anything vocally to other people about himself. unloading rawr on other people? much easier. but this? he doesn't regret what he said, but his mind's already bracing for any future questions that are gonna hit up with his usual awkward wall when it comes to feelings. he likes denji. he likes denji? ... yeah, he does like him. how far does "like" go here? uh... it's not like bakugou's fucking lying on other people all the damn time! or sleeping over in their rooms! or trading spit and tangling tongues naked in the shower with hands going all over the damn place. but... no regret. he likes him. yeah, he does. bakugou might be bad with emotions, but he's not a fucking liar.
maybe one day, they'll talk about denji's life. they'll venture into the trauma of his mind. bakugou will weather the pain and misery and longing that exist in a world he could never possibly know, an orphan abused and ripped apart by a world that seems to have it out for him personally with no exception. and he'll stand there by him when it happens. refusing to move or go anywhere no matter how gross or hard it gets. bakugou died once before. what's the world, any world, going to do worse than that? denji included. if he gets to live here and pull this boy close, hold him and tell him he means something, that's he's fucking valued by at least one person without a single shred of doubt in that promise... fuck yeah, he's gonna do it without question. feelings are a bitch, but they're strong.
denji says kiss him and he doesn't have the chance to do so before denji's kissing him. bakugou grunts at the sudden grip and tug, but quickly presses into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing and a low growl rumbling in his lips as he presses his mouth against the other boy's.]
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denji was fine with it. it's why he was forward from day one and told him he didn't mind if bakugou fantasized about other people; he was forward and while it might come off as him being a shallow asshole it was more of denji's low self-worth poking its ugly head. he was fine. it's fine. he'd cope — it kept the hero from getting too close, and it offered the half-devil an illusion that bakugou is safe because he's not involved with him in a way that would make him a target. the control devil wouldn't care over a fuck buddy under the blankets, but ... genuine feelings? all curled up in chainsaw man's heart? now that's a different story. it's a weakness- and devils loved feasting on vulnerability. denji wouldn't be as nervous if makima wasn't here, and no one could blame him.
yet, despite all those grim thoughts, they were easy to mute and push aside as they kissed each other. bakugou is the only one here who has that power over him in this city; to tame the cruel whispers and make him believe that everything is alright when they're together. did the hero know what that means to someone like denji? someone who is in a constant fight or flight mentality, trying to survive, guard up 24/7, fucking scared and tired of feeling this way. did the hero understand how precious it is to catch a breather? how did he become denji's sanctuary whether they both intended it to happen or not? denji didn't even know where to begin to express that to him; no words on this earth could depict how important this boy is to him. it's just stupid he didn't figure it out sooner. just tonight, a few seconds ago ... and it's intense.
unlike their greeting earlier, this one was heavy with passion, eagerness, and fervor. denji didn't waste time and pressed his tongue inside the other's mouth, still trying his best to be careful with his teeth but no promises. his body is already too warm and a lot more sensitive, very aware of the boy on top of him and denji decides he wants more. more of bakugou. he relaxed his grip on the other's shirt, content that he wouldn't break off their kiss anytime soon, he then started to trace his fingers down bakugou's chest. it seemed like denji was planning to grab into his hips again, only to have a change of heart as he remembered something important. bakugou was certainly blessed with certain perks. of course he had to appreciate those pecs, going as far as slipping both hands under his shirt for a proper skin-to-skin. with his eyes closed, denji can only go by memory, thinking of their time in the shower and of how sinfully enticing they were, so full and perky, and- he goes for a squeeze, gently brushing his thumb over a nipple.
shameless, denji muffled a low groan. the words slip between his heavy breaths, unbothered to stop kissing him as he whispers. ]
... I like you, too.
[ and no, it wasn't the words of a horny idiot who wanted to say whatever to get the other in the mood; it was genuine. denji meant it even when he's too drunk with bakugou's attention on him, it still wouldn't overshadow the truth. all he needed was to hush those fears down and focus. he likes him. he does, and with it comes a few concerns. denji knows he has to deal with it instead of hiding behind a fantasy. however, it's only fair bakugou hear him say it. the rest? they will have to work on it.
gently, he pulled away and tossed his head back on the pillow. denji glanced upward with his lips slightly apart, panting a bit, and lashes low over his hazy eyes. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you right now.
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bakugou's seen it in his own life. sludge villain captured him and so many heroes held back out of fear of hurting the kid inside the monster. ending captured endeavor's son and held him hostage, threatening to kill natsuo if endeavor didn't end the villain's life himself, which only made the number 2 pro hero freeze up in despair. kota's hero parents died in a villain attack, leaving their son orphaned and intensely jaded against heroes. he knew he'd have a hard time fighting if someone he cared about was being used as a shield or bargaining piece. relationships are always a chink in the armor.
feelings. hearts. morals. shit villains can so easily throw away. it's what makes the life of a villain so easy. they don't have to abide by the rules. they can do whatever they want and only force can stop them. bakugou doesn't know denji's nightmare is here. he doesn't know what the other boy is risking by getting involved with him. but he does know the sickening realization that he is someone's weakness. when he was kidnapped, midoriya almost broke down because of it. anyone who knew them would know that bakugou/dynamight was a good way to get to midoriya/deku. acknowledging the fact that he's his own best friend's weakness is a bitter pill for his pride to swallow.
but he swallowed it. washed it down with the acceptances that he's strong. and it's his job, on top of being a hero, to protect the people he has a relationship with, by being strong enough to make sure none of them ever get hurt because of him. he can't be weak enough to be kidnapped, can't be weak enough to be hurt, can't be weak enough to be a burden. accepting the relationship, whether it's friendship, partnership, lover, even family, makes a vow on his part to be a safe relationship. an investment that won't be regrettable for anyone who reaches out for him.
all of that went into the thoughts and feelings that culminated in this moment. when he said "I like you" to denji. he's not saying it because it's just a good time. he's saying it because he accepts the risks, because he accepts denji. broken goods, devil hunter, "not gay", half-devil, chainsaw man altogether. they can talk the specifics later, when they're not kissing each other on the bed, when those thoughts melt into other heat and something more intense pushes down the worries and realities of getting involved with another person. no, bakugou doesn't know just how much it means to someone like denji to say the things he has and do the things he's done. but he can learn about it in time, slowly and surely, as they grow closer together and this takes off even further. denji doesn't have to fight or fly around him. he can stay here beside him, safe and comfortable, and learn something completely new. they can mess with... the mess, later.
bakugou grunts at the feeling of denji's tongue pushing into his mouth again. that weird sensation of someone else moving around inside his jaws like that... but he runs his tongue over the other boy's without hesitating, licking up the glassy smooth underside before tangling around the top. he deliberately runs it over denji's teeth, tracing the sharp edges to let the boy know it's fine. don't treat him like glass. these sharp things are also parts of the half-devil he likes. hands push under his shirt and bakugou's breath catches in his throat as strong fingers spread over his pectorals. the well-formed muscles harden beneath his grip, flexing against his palms and digits. some day he's gonna murder him for that kind of thought process... pecs, not tits you damn bastard. but he's distracted as fuck right now, arching a bit into the groping feel. skin to skin, igniting even more want and need to a surging rush. goddamn he's hot right now. there's no water running over them this time. it's just them... a thumb on his nipple. a tongue in his mouth. denji under him.
bakugou swallows that groan, a rumble of his own sounding n his chest as he breaks the kiss just long enough to let the other boy talk against his lips. hearing those words... hits pretty damn deep too. he'll have time later to sit there and go "what the fuck" upon realizing this is actually happening. but right now, they only take that fire inside and roar it up into something all consuming. fucking amazing to know that sentiment's returned. they can work on the rest, the concerns, the shields, the extras, some other time. one step. they don't need to do it all right now.
the kiss breaks and bakugou lifts his head slightly, still hovering over denji as the other boy palms his chest and he looks down at the guy dropping his head on the pillow like that. tch... he really is a handsome guy. darkened eyes, blown pupils, half-open lips, panting breaths ghosting through his mouth, lashes lowered, the faintest flush from being all kissed the fuck out. guess that's a good cap to the first-time confession right?
because i want to fuck you right now
...
eh? seriously? he just said that, as if that's somehow supposed to get "okay" accepted without saying shit?! bakugou stares down at him with a few flickers of emotion across his face. surprise, confusion, wary, curiosity, arousal, the lot. what the fuck is he supposed to do with that?!]
Lets do it.
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it didn't mean when they were out on a casual date denji wasn't fantasizing about what it's like to be intimate with the boy in front of him, even while sharing a meal and talking about mundane things he still couldn't help but entertain those thoughts in the privacy of his mind. he questioned himself if it was something he truly felt ready to explore with another guy or if he was using the hero as an excuse to escape the dreads of his old life. it's no secret denji wasn't looking for anything serious once he came to this city and they had this conversation before anything had started between them, so part of him wanted to see if there was a change of heart from within. he thought about it a lot, more than he should be; borderline obsessing. denji wanted to be sure that he understood the contrast between yearning for cheap thrills and bakugou being someone important enough to explore with. out of respect, the half-devil had to be certain he was not selfishly approaching this. he's not proud to admit it, even to himself, but this was - a bit of a struggle to resolve. why? because denji isn't someone who had the best physical/intimate/sexual background to allow him to navigate something as complicated. on top of that, he spent most of his teen life narrowing his line of vision to the basic meaning of 'sex' and linked it to 'pleasure', focusing on the act and not on the significance of sharing it with the right person. again, it all circles back to him believing that he isn't worth anything else.
at days he was convinced he didn't want anything more from earthly pleasures; just mindless sex, quick and dirty. then on the other, he found himself wondering what it would be like if someone actually wanted him. really, truly, sincerely cared for him. what's it like to be in that mindset and be reassured that person won't ever hurt you? god, that would be a dream. it seemed like something isn't created for the scum like him— until bakugou confessed and that dream seemed a lot more vivid and more reachable.
and, fuck, he's so glad no one has taken that away from him, and his 'first' is destined to be with someone he cared for and has returned the sentiment.
'let's do it'. - wait, seriously? ]
... Huh?
[ he sits up a bit, shifting the weight of his upper body on each elbow to keep himself supported, staring at the other boy almost skeptical on whether he heard him right. he opens his mouth, only to end up staring again and realizing— bakugou is serious. this is happening. denji glanced to the side, pondering, then back to his partner. nervous? oh yes. it was a new type of unease though, one that denji is ... enjoying. this might be the first time there is a rare glimmer of life behind those fatigued eyes, and here comes a smile that isn't as vulgar as it should be considering the situation. no, denji looked -
- happy.
slowly, he moves again, straightening his back so he can pull bakugou to settle onto his lap more; they're now on eye level, and from this closer perspective, denji searched for any hint of doubt. anything. when he finds none, he reaches down to grab into those hips, making sure not to lose any touch of friction between them as he pushes his weight on the other, forcing bakugou to fall back on the other edge of the bed. as he stares him down, denji had to admit— he likes this view better. much, much better. the flush paints his cheeks again, his smile losing its innocence and he's back to being himself again as his gaze traces all over bakugou's body.
he starts to explore the other with a proper feel now, down the curve of his hips, and with a puff of reluctance, denji then begins to brush his fingers along bakugou's inner thighs, gently prodding him to relax and spread his legs just a bit as he speaks- ]
... How can I make sure it won't hurt?
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contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]
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he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]
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probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]
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the hair tugging was probably too fucking erotic for reasons he couldn't explain and he loved it when bakugou started gripping him this way. the tone of his voice when he spoke and the weight of his strong arms around him as they kissed made it really really hard to take this slow. the explanation earned the hero a faint chuckle, not surprised by the sassy clapback, to further annoy him — the half-devil leans back to nod, face terribly flustered and drunk with desire, yet he had the energy to mock his lover. ]
My dick in your ass. Got it ...
[ the window of taking the lead is shrinking, bakugou. either speak now or forever hold your peace because whatever garbage denji told himself about going slow is being pushed aside, all gone — especially when bakugou started moving his hands over his hot skin. denji shuddered a bit at the foreign sensation of someone feeling him up this way, the reassurance of being desired by someone else, and he wanted more of it. the physical consolation speaks far louder than any confession could and denji was struggling to keep his cool now. he didn't want to pull away, not even for a second, but the shirt was annoying him as well. with a grunt, he lifts his head and assists bakugou in disregarding his top, hands fumbling to free himself from it. it was anything but graceful, they probably yanked on the fabric too hard it messed up denji's hair and left behind untamed curls all over his forehead and eyes; the golden hue of his hair and reddish cheeks had its charm. ah, much better, it was getting a bit too warm. another kiss follows, this time it's more heated, messy and a mad mix of lips, tongue, and teeth, and to no one's surprise — the strong taste of blood is evident after a few seconds. it wasn't a traumatic wound, but it had enough sting to remind denji to be more mindful, an area that requires more practice from his side. except he didn't really care to 'fix' it; it's something the hero can handle, losing a few droplets here and there, adding more spice to his love bites. it is safe to admit that he - tastes good. bakugou's blood always tasted so rich and wasn't as acidic; light on his tastebuds and in a fucked up way made their kisses more intimate. more personal. denji flexed his jaw, parting his lips while running his tongue over the other's lower lip, breath warm and heavy as he openly relished the fresh drops of crimson. delicious. ]
Fuck ...
[ he tilts his head lower, catching bakugou's earlobe between his teeth, careful not to pierce the skin this time. with a heavy moan, he pushed his hand under the hem of the other boy's pants, once again failing to waste time stripping the other off and going for it with annoying obstacles on the way. this is one time he was thankful for the hero's love for baggy wear that tends to hang low over his waistline, with all the shifting around- it wasn't a struggle to slip in and push through his boxers as well. denji couldn't help but grin, leaning down to smother a few wet kisses along the other's neck, heart beating faster as he curled his fingers around bakugou's arousal. it started with a tentative feel, sizing him up, gently tracing his thumb over the tip, and smearing his slick all over his length. until denji flexed his wrist at the right arch and began stroking him, quick to pick up a rhythm; not too fast and not too slow. just right. is it weird that denji felt like he was doing this for himself more than the other? why did this feel just as good as pleasing himself?
he didn't notice he was already marking bakugou's throat, sucking and nibbling on the hot skin, leaving behind a few fresh bruises with every 'kiss'. it took a lot from him to fight intrusive thoughts and sink his teeth deeper — what the fuck was that?! something to think about later when it's all over but katsuki is truly messing with him in all the right spots. he knew what he wanted to do next, and he wanted it now, he wanted it yesterday, he wanted it the second he started looking at his partner differently.
he finally gives the skin around his neck a break, shifting a bit so he can press their foreheads together; lashes low and already out of breath. he then raised his other hand, gently brushing the tip of his index and middle finger over bakugou's lips, prodding ... could it be? is he asking for .... ]
... Sorry. I don't have any lube.
[ unless you want him to go in dry. open up, hero. ]
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like a laser, his brain locks onto the eager way denji responds to the hand in his hair. voice thickening, hands clenching, body hardening. bakugou refuses to pull it (yet) but he does push his hand through denji's hair more deliberately, not having a path and simply running it from front to back, dragging to the side, caressing in a circular rush because he can't fucking think straight right now when denji making out with him like this. that damn, subtle laugh earns a soft grown from the young hero and he glares up at the half-devil when denji leans back to acknowledge that. he'd be tempted to kick him if the guy weren't so completely flushed red with arousal and pupil-blown with desire.]
Get back down here.
[the window's passed and he doesn't regret it. he'll bitch later, because he does, but letting denji take control is okay. they can wrestle about things later. maybe sooner than they think. fast or slow, so long as it's with denji, it'll be fine. bakugou's not made of glass, even if his nerves are shooting up from the reality of this situation. so he grapples for him, touching his skin and feeling up denji's body without shame or hesitation. a shudder ripples through and he chases it, running from the base of the other boy's spine up to the nape of his neck, from the top of his chest down to the v of his pelvis. desire... yeah. attraction... of course. it's even better when that damn shirt gets hauled overhead and out of the way. bakugou's eyes burn with interest, watching denji's arms flex as he sheds the material off his head and down his arms, muscles flexing in his shoulders and limbs, hair bouncing a bit when the collar scuffs off, leaving him shirtless and flushed, impressive lines visible as neither of them give a shit about where the shirt lands. bakugou spreads his fingers over denji's chest, palms settling on his pectorals as his thumbs brush along the inside of his sternum. why's he look even better this way? hair tousled, cheeks pink, lips a little wet from kissing...
his elbows hit the bed as denji swarms him again, but bakugou refuses to give up the manhandling of his boy's chest, forcing the half-devil to arch a bit to reach his mouth. he lifts his head from the pillow to assist at least, mouth making an eager mess of denji's. there's blood pretty soon, but the sting's on the other side, leaving bakugou to realize the other boy cut his tongue, or lip, or whatever, on his teeth. so damn eager. the coppery taste lingers in the mellow o denji's saliva as they swap it between their mouths, tongue pressing inside and curving along his palate before dragging over rows of teeth. tch- there's a nick. he's not surprised he's leaking a drop or three of his own blood into denji's mouth. guess there's always going to be some crimson when you're making out with denji. he opens his mouth as their jaws part, letting the half-devil lick his lip, panting softly between them.]
Haa... ngh... [he can't stop a little sound of annoyance as those sharp teeth catch his earlobe, sending shivers rippling across his skin and making his shoulder hike up on instinct. that's fucking sensitive, dammit! it makes the shell flush red almost immediately. bakugou tightens his hand on denji's bare shoulder when his friend shoves his hand down his pants. shit-! he's really-! the hem scrapes down his thighs and he snarls in a heavy voice as he tugs one knee up, helping denji shuck the lounge wear down his shin and off his foot one at a time. leaving just the tight cling of his boxer briefs, which are summarily invaded as well. bakugou jolts, head dropping back on the bed and elbows sliding out to let denji collapse atop him as warm fingers wrap around his throbbing cock. fuck- denji's really grabbing his dick! it's not like in the showers, fast and scrambling, half-aware and hazy. it's deliberate. he rakes his hand through the other blonde's hair again as kisses race across his exposed throat, cussing into the air as he clenches his eyes shut. his shaft throbs in denji's hand, because of denji's hand, heart slamming in his chest while the half-devil feels him up. thick, soft skin, well-proportioned, thumb on the tip that's soft and spongy and now leaking with precum.
the first stroke has bakugou slinging a hand over denji's back and grabbing at his shoulder blade, other hand deliberately shoving down to angrily grapple for his new boyfriend's pants hem. why the hell should this guy have all the damn fun? if denji's gonna jerk him off, then bakugou deserves the same right! though his trawling hands aren't as stable as they could've been, staggering over denji's warm skin and caressing feels as sensations rush. his throat's gonna be fucking wrecked tomorrow... you ever wear a damn turtleneck in spring, asshole?!
finally denji breaks from mauling his throat like a beast and their foreheads bump together right as katsuki gets his hand on the hem of the other boy's boxers. he curls his fingers in the light material, as if debating on ripping them off. but that's a parting distraction when he opens his eyes, looking up at denji's golden gaze all heady with lust and attraction. fingers slide against his lips and he knows exactly what the half-devil is asking for. while it kind of is tempting to do it dry... he's not a fucking idiot. katsuki flick his tongue out, brushing at the tip of those two fingers. then grips them between his teeth.] It's fine...
[he'd rather it be just denji anyways. completely raw. with that, he leans forward and pulls the other boy's fingers into his mouth at the same time as he pushes his hand down, shoving denji's boxers halfway down his thighs in a stubborn demand to strip them off. had enough of their bothering interference. if he's getting naked, then denji's getting naked too.]
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there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]
finally got my big tag brain back
take your time with this one bb <3 I'll always return to it since its an important thread for them
we shall get through it! while still tagging all over our other threads, haha~ ♥
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